Chapter 61: Chapter 61

C H A P T E R - - - T W E N T Y - - - F I V E

Finn was accurate.

We arrived at Falcone's warehouse where there was definitely a standoff. About a dozen bikes were encircling a large black van, and a dozen bikers and as many commandos were engaged in combat. Falcone seems to have gathered the majority of his staff.

He had been one of them.

Between the lines of combat, Finn halted his Harley, placed a foot in front of Falcone, and then continued.

Finn said, "You see her, now let my boys in."

Falcone gave me a glance. Fortunately, I had been fueling my snit the entire way down the mountain, so seeing him didn't make me burst into tears or do anything else equally embarrassing. I was good and freaking upset.

Falcone nipped at me and said, "Inside."

Finn cut back, "No fuckin' way."

Falcone kept staring at me and said, "Inside."

I got off when Finn put the bike stand down since I could tell he was losing it too.

Finn began, "Gia - "

My hair flew over my shoulder as I quickly wrenched my head around.

I reassured him, "It's cool, I'm good, and I'll be out in a minute."

"Peaches –"

"I'll be out in a moment, Finn. I'm OK."

I skipped over Falcone's line of commandos — or, more precisely, between Fang and Jorge — and rammed inside the warehouse without waiting for his reaction.

I discovered that rumor and Finn were accurate when I arrived in the region immediately beyond the area under the bed platform. Falcone was finished when he was finished. My two luggage, my desk, my unplugged computer, and my box of desk crap were all present, so I knew this.

I wasn't sure why he wanted me there. Perhaps because he was a jerk. But at that time, most guys were.

I grabbed my bags and dragged them up before turning and running straight into Falcone.

I tipped my head back. I said, "Get out of my way."

He knelt down, grabbed the luggage from my grasp, and then put his hands on me. Before I had a chance to protest, he had me pinned there with his palm on my chest against the paneled area beneath the platform.

"You're going to let me explain now, baby," I said.

"Remove your hand from me."

He said strangely, "Her name was Simone.”

"Whose new toy is that? "I retaliated.

"No, my wife is deceased,"

My heart stopped, and I held my stomach while staring.

I then said, "What?”

"Sophie was the name of my daughter."

His little girl. His little girl. His daughter, fuck.

Was.

He stated that.

He continued chatting. "She had a brother, Simone had a brother, and he resembled Isabelle. But there was a good reason he was a complete shithead and piece of trash. They had nightmare parents. positioned your mother as a Mother of the Year contender. Simone was shrewd; she escaped from that stuff as quickly as she could. She was close to her brother for good reasons, although ones that led her to make bad choices. too close. They continued to be close. I advised her not to go see him unless I was accompanying her. But he called because his wife was in labor despite the fact that she was pregnant and I was abroad on business. Simone was ecstatic to be an aunt since she adored children, her brother, and his partner. She so brought Sophie with her as she traveled to their home. Simone and Sophie were making their way up to the house to greet them as they left the home, followed by Simone and his partner. He was accompanied by several of his young men. Each of them was on the grass. facile objectives Simone passed away without understanding that he was engaged in combat. It makes no difference; she knew this since she grew up in the neighborhood, which was a battle zone. The opponent fired, made a drive-by, and added collateral damage to their play without thinking twice. Simone, Sophie, Julian, Simone's brother, and Julian's wife all lost their lives. Although she passed away prior to giving birth, the baby was preserved. Only that child managed to escape the carnage."

While listening, I shook and wondered if my ears were bleeding, but I knew they were, or at least that's how it seemed.

I said, "Falcone."

"I can't go back there. I'm unable to repeat it. Babe, believe me when I say that I am treating you with care as I promised to do. Let's wrap this up before you go too far.

It struck me as I raised my gaze to him.

He was so full of shit.

Therefore I informed him of that fact. "You are so full of shit."

His hand left my chest and moved to his cargos as his expression hardened. He took out a wallet and fished through it with his thumb till he brought out a folded piece of paper. He held it in front of my eyes after opening it. A younger Falcone was seen there hugging two girls and grinning at the camera while dressed in fatigues. A stunning dark-haired woman, who was also grinning at the camera and putting her head on Falcone's shoulder, wrapped her arm over his back, and placed her other hand on his stomach. The other was a two or three year old extraordinarily gorgeous young girl who was held up against his side. Her face in profile was the ideal synthesis of all that was lovely about both her parents. She was dressed in a cute attire. Pink. Falcone's throat was being held by her little hand. She didn't give the camera a smile. Her eyes were fixed on her father, and she appeared to be laughing.

My heart was bleeding, without a doubt.

He was still full of shit.

"It was the day I was shipping out and that was the last time I saw them," he said as he yanked the photo from my face, folded it, and stuffed it in his wallet.

I reminded him, "I saw my husband fucking my sister."

His gaze was fixed on me. "Yeah, honey, that stinks, but you have to get over it and wake up."

Was he crazy?

I snarled, "You're unbelievable."

"Gia, when I was hundreds of miles away, my wife and child were killed in a drive-by. What happened to you was terrible, but don't just sit there and insult me by saying that it doesn't even come close.

"It doesn't, you're right. Absolutely. There isn't. That does not imply that what you stated to me is untrue, though."

"And what did I tell you, baby?”

"You told me that by choosing not to take the danger of surrendering myself to you, I was implying that you weren't worth the risk. And the reverse is also accurate. What happened was beyond awful, Falcone. I'm furious with you and yet hurt for your loss. Even yet, you're telling me I'm not worth the risk while you stand there."

When I saw his face turn into a blank mask as I stared, I realized my point had been made. I used that chance to stroll straight by him, return to my bags, and hoist them up. I then stamped my way to the door.

I turned as I approached the door and noticed that he was looking at me with the mask still on.

"Don't stop Finn's boys; they'll be coming in here to collect the rest. You want this to end, so you let go of me completely."

Watching his gorgeous face mellow out was like getting punched in the belly. His face unfroze and did this in order to be nice.

Jerk!

"Gia -," he began.

I shook my head. “No, you said what you had to say. And you proved my point. I have no fucking clue how to live my life. I’m not special to you no matter what my instincts and those butterflies I got in my stomach every time I saw you before we became us, but mostly after, told me. And you’re not special either, precisely because you made me feel like shit, again, and I listened to my heart, followed my instincts and allowed it to happen. The decisions I make are whacked .Point made. Lesson learned. I can’t trust my gut so I’m going to live in my head. Lucky for you, we’re over and you don’t have to watch me doing it.”

Then I turned, dropped a suitcase, reached for the doorknob, pushed it open a little, picked up my bag, and kicked it open even more. Finally, I stumbled through the doorway while carrying my suitcases, leaving Yago "Falcone" Cabrera behind.