"You gave up your happiness for Mila and the kids. Did you ever think that adding another member to the clan would make it stronger? That maybe he could help you and lessen the burden for everyone?"
"No." And she saw it so clearly now that sorrow and guilt weren"t clouding her. "I didn"t really give him a chance. I just a.s.sumed he wouldn"t want to be knee-deep in diapers and baby vomit and all the depressing reality of Tony"s death and Mila"s problems."
Her mother shot her a skeptical stare. "He hardly looks like the type who would crumble in the face of adversity."
Again, Mama was wise. "You"re right. I feel like an idiot."
"You may have left originally because of our tragedy, but you didn"t return to Jason for some reason I suspect is bigger than your obligation to Mila and the kids."
She hadn"t trusted in what they had, in her appeal and ability to hold him. She had been sure that if she presented him with all her problems instead of her a.s.s for a good spanking, that he"d get annoyed and leave. She"d lacked faith in herself, in him... "I have to fix it."
"There"s my baby girl." Her mother smiled. "Show me your ring. It blinded me across the table so I didn"t get a good look at it."
Gia laughed and held out her hand. Mama took it and peered down at the jewels.
"It"s incredible." Her mother squeezed her hand.
"So is he."
"Then just be you and open up. Everything will work out."
They shared another hug before Mama disappeared into a stall. Gia did the same, then they washed their hands in silence before returning to the table. Jason was playing peekaboo with Bella and answering her father"s questions about savvy investing while Mila watched with an indulgent smile.
"Are we ready to go?" Mama asked as she approached the table.
"Not quite." Mila grinned, then gestured toward Nick.
He came out with a big slice of Italian wedding cake all lit up with candles. Their waitress followed, juggling forks, a knife, and another bottle of wine.
As Gia took her seat beside her husband and gripped his hand, everyone at the table started singing, Little Tony screeching the words he knew at the top of his lungs. She laughed.
In this golden little moment, all was right with her world. Not perfect, but really close. She had to work on herself and cut Jason some slack. He didn"t understand love...yet. But with time and patience, if she gave him her whole heart, he would.
As the song ended, her family clapped. Dad even looked a little misty-eyed-a first for her big, tough-guy father-as he thanked everyone. The group dug into the cake while her father lifted baby Bella above his head for an airplane ride, followed by a kiss. The day seemed more complete for having Jason beside her.
Once the dessert had been devoured, her husband rose and disappeared. Frowning, Gia watched. What the devil was he up to? He returned a moment later with a smug smile. Before she could puzzle that out, Nick nearly danced his way to the table with a beaming grin, then handed Jason his credit card.
With an absent scrawl, her husband signed the slip, and she looked down. She wasn"t surprised that he"d paid tonight"s bill, but the family could eat at Delvecchio"s every week for a year and probably not spend that much.
Nick handed her father a gift certificate. "From your daughter and Mr. Denning. Happy birthday."
Daddy looked at the slip of paper and scanned it, then handed it back toward Jason. "A thousand dollars? You didn"t have to do that. I can"t accept..."
"Now I know where Gia gets it from." He sighed. "Please take it. If it makes you happy, it makes your daughter happy. And you know the saying... Happy wife, happy life."
"But it"s too much," her father argued.
"If you enjoy this place, it"s just right." Jason wrapped an arm around her.
She smiled up at him. He was trying so hard to fit into her family. Maybe he"d gone overboard, but she knew Jason meant the gesture to please, not bribe. No one had ever done something that nice for Daddy, and he deserved it. No doubt he would appreciate it.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You can thank me later," he murmured hotly in her ear as a cell phone rang somewhere nearby.
"Not because you bought him something," she scolded.
"Then don"t thank me. I just can"t stay away from you."
Gia giggled. "You"re so bad."
"Oh, just wait. I"ll get much worse when we"re alone. I might have a new paddle with your name on it. Or maybe we"ll go for a swim in the pool on my deck and I"ll f.u.c.k you there."
Out in the open, where anyone could see. Well...anyone with a helicopter or binoculars in a nearby building. But the idea made her more than wet. "I didn"t bring a bathing suit."
"What a shame..." He grinned.
She fought down a shiver and a blush. Jason cradled her chin and lifted her face for a kiss as she heard a third ring, then her father answer the phone.
"Yes, this is Marco Angelotti." He pressed his finger to his other ear, trying to drown out the background noise in the restaurant.
Her mother grabbed her purse as Mila gathered Bella"s little dish and spoon, then removed her bib. Little Tony retrieved his toys. And Gia glowed with happiness. Her family knew about Jason and they accepted him. They weren"t angry or disappointed or throwing her out of the family.
All that time she"d wasted because she"d been worried about their reaction. If she"d taken Jason to meet her parents when they"d been dating, her father would have yelled and refused to let him in the house. Her mother would have cried, crossed herself, and asked why her only daughter was trying to kill her. Today...a whole different story. She"d never imagined that Tony"s pa.s.sing had caused them to change their outlook about the proper son-in-law.
"Can you repeat that?" Her father frowned.
Mama paused to send him a questioning look. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. Gia"s stomach dropped like a stone. Worry filled the void.
Beside her, Jason"s phone dinged with a text. Nothing new since he constantly conducted business, but she wished all the noise and chaos around them would abate so her father could hear and they could all figure out what had him upset.
He pushed past Mama and Jason and marched toward the door. Everyone gathered their belongings and followed him out. Apprehension gripping her, she trailed after her family, then looked behind her to see Jason reading his phone before he darkened the screen with a satisfied nod.
"I need to see what"s wrong with my dad."
"I"m with you," he promised, pocketing the phone. "Is he upset?"
"I can"t tell for sure."
Jason grabbed his coat and escorted her out the door just as her father hung up the phone, his face pale and shocked. He stepped closer to his truck, shaking, then balanced himself against it, head bowed.
Mama curled up against him and lifted a palm to his cheek. "Marco?"
Gia ran to her dad, flanking his side and taking hold of his arm. "What is it?"
He tensed, swallowed, then lifted his head to stare at them all for a long moment. His weighty gaze steadied on Mila before shifting back to his wife. "Ricky Wayman is dead."
Chapter Eight.
Fifteen minutes later, they sat around the breakfast table in her parents" kitchen. Mama busied herself making coffee. Mila settled Little Tony in front of the TV in the next room, then put Bella in her playpen. Jason linked his fingers with her own. Daddy didn"t say a word.
"Who gave you the news? What happened exactly?" Gia asked finally as Mila entered the kitchen again and Mama sat down with her steaming mug.
Her father sighed. "Sergeant Miller called. He still works at the precinct, right?"
She nodded. "He"s retiring in March."
"He thought I"d want to know that Wayman had been killed. Apparently, he got into a fight with one of his homies and it ended with a gunshot."
Gia sat back in her chair, the shock still pinging inside her. A thousand emotions pelted her. Vindication warred with anger. Wayman had been an unrepentant thug, well known for selling drugs to kids. Whoever had shot him had probably done the human race a favor. But she"d wanted to arrest him and at least try to make him answer to a jury and the prison system for his crimes. His violent end shouldn"t be surprising, not when he lived so violently himself. Still, the suddenness of it left her reeling.
"Do we know why?" she asked.
Mila breathed a sigh of relief. "Do we care why? He"s dead, and I say good riddance. Wayman shot your brother in cold blood, and I hope he pays for what he"s done in h.e.l.l."
"I can"t disagree," her father said gruffly, sipping at his coffee. But he still looked shaken.
Mama reached out and tucked her hand in his. "I know I should look at it differently as a good Christian, but that criminal took something from me-from all of us-I can never replace. I couldn"t bring myself to forgive him. Maybe now that he"s reaped what he"s sown, I can. I don"t know. But I also know there"s a mother out there tonight grieving the loss of her son. She will miss him at Thanksgiving and Christmas, every year his birthday pa.s.ses, every time she sees something he would have enjoyed... Even if her son committed terrible deeds, my heart goes out to her."
Daddy nodded fiercely and wrapped his arms around her mother, breathing loudly into her hair as if trying to get a hold of his emotions. A long moment later, he kissed her head. "His death probably saved lives. And right or wrong, I feel a sense of closure now."
Gia didn"t. She was relieved in a way, but even more, she felt cheated. The whole swirl of emotions barely made any sense to her. But right now had to be about her family.
Beside her, Mila sobbed quietly. "I know Wayman"s death doesn"t bring my husband back." Her breath hitched on his name. Still, she pressed on. "But I feel better knowing that man doesn"t walk the streets any more and can"t pull the trigger again. He can"t rob any other woman of her husband or son. Maybe now, we can all move on with our lives."
Beside Gia, Jason squeezed her hand. She knew she should let go of her anger against Wayman and her driving need for revenge to focus on tomorrow, on building her own family with her husband. On the surface, that sounded great. But how did she just forget the fact that she"d needed to give her family-and herself-some finality before she moved on?
"We certainly weren"t going to get closure from DPD," her father added cynically.
"What do you mean?" Gia frowned. Did her dad know something she didn"t?
"Think about it. A good cop died and no one lifted a finger? The story of an officer murdered on the streets within days of Thanksgiving barely made it to the press. And Patrick recanted his eyewitness testimony after a few days."
"Yeah," she drawled. "And I have little doubt he bought a boat with the bribe that made him suddenly "unsure" of what he"d seen. I even reported him to Internal Affairs. It"s like...they"re stalling or they just don"t care."
"That"s what I"m saying. Wayman was paying off most of the precinct, including the bra.s.s. I can"t prove that, but I know he targeted your brother because Tony refused to be bought."
Gia sat back, feeling flattened all over again. It all made sense, and she should have seen it sooner. But no, she"d wanted to believe that the people she worked with weren"t corrupt a.s.sholes more concerned with lining their pockets than justice. She felt d.a.m.n naive.
How was she going to return to work when her stay with Jason was up and look those people in the eye without wanting to rail and scream at them all?
Jason"s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen, then stood. "I should take this. You okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
Sort of, anyway. She might self-combust in the next ten seconds if her head didn"t stop spinning. h.e.l.l, what else didn"t she know?
"Excuse me for a minute." Jason nodded and ducked out of the room.
Gia watched him ease out the front door with his phone pressed to his ear, his posture telling her he was already in business mode.
"It"s been a h.e.l.l of a night," her father commented with a sigh.
She nodded, then reached for Daddy"s hand. "It has, but I want you to know that I"m here for you all."
"No," Mila insisted, jumping out of her chair with her hands on her hips. "h.e.l.l, no."
Blinking, Gia stared at her usually reserved sister-in-law. "What the..."
"You listen to me." Mila wagged her finger. "Don"t you dare give up one more minute with your husband! Tony and I had six wonderful years together. Even though they ended terribly, I wouldn"t trade a second with him because I loved him. You gave me a year when your place was with Jason. Don"t spend more time apart from him that you may someday regret. I should have been standing on my own two feet all this time. I will from now on."
"If we had known you were newly wedded, honey, we would have done so much more to pitch in and help." Mama"s expression looked somewhere between miserable and guilty. "I let you handle everything because I felt lost myself. Taking care of the kids would have given me purpose and allowed me less time to wallow."
"You weren"t up to it."
Her mother snorted. "I"m not ancient. I would have managed."
"I"d hoped dealing with the kids would give you less time to hunt Wayman," her father admitted. "I d.a.m.n near did a jig when you were put behind a desk. You were too set on revenge to be looking for that killer."
"Daddy, I can take care of myself."
"I thought Tony could, too." He shook his head solemnly. "I kept fearing I"d get a phone call about your murder next."
"I wouldn"t have risked myself."
Her father scoffed. "Don"t lie to me."
Gia sighed as guilt ricocheted through her. "I was careful."
He shook his salt-and-pepper head. "Bulls.h.i.t. You went into Wayman"s "hood with guns loaded and c.o.c.ked. I made a couple of phone calls and tried to get you rea.s.signed or put behind a desk, but I don"t have any influence since I retired. Whoever finally realized that you were going to get yourself killed and did something about it, I want to shake his hand."
"I"m glad you approve." Jason closed the door behind him suddenly and crossed the front room into the kitchen with his hand outstretched.
Daddy took it, pumping vigorously. "You got Gia desk duty?"
"Yes, sir. I"m acquainted with the mayor. I might have suggested that if he wanted a healthy donation for his reelection campaign, he needed to make sure a certain beautiful female officer didn"t get hurt in the line of duty."
"Well, hot d.a.m.n!" A grin broke out across her father"s face. "I like you even more."
"Thank you." Tears trembled in Mama"s eyes.