And I had that name.
She definitely knew that name.
That was the number to a certain mafia boss who would love to get his hands on her after she slapped his wife in the face when she was drunk.
Gabriel DeLuca didn’t hesitate to do justice.
If she went after Lila or tried to hurt my kids, then I would be calling that number and serving her up on a silver fucking platter.
***
I had just told the kids goodnight and locked up my house when my phone pinged from my back pocket.
I pulled it out, and when I saw Lila’s name, I felt a smile pull at my lips.
Lila – What did you do?
Me – Care to elaborate?
Lila – Luke Mason.
Me – Oh. Well...
Lila – Thank you.
Lila – I just talked to him.
And with the good deed I had done, it got me thinking about another good deed the kids and I were doing tomorrow.
And for some reason... I really wanted Lila to be there with us.
Which was why, as I lay down in the bed that night, I tapped the screen on my phone, unlocked it, and opened my messages.
Me – Care to have an open mind about something?
When she didn’t respond after a few minutes, I put my phone down and started mentally listing everything that needed to be done tomorrow.
Just as I was on the sixth place, we needed to go, my phone pinged.
I’m not going to lie that I hurriedly snagged my phone.
Lila – Umm... okay.
Me – Can you be at our house tomorrow morning around 8?
Lila – I can’t. But I can be there around 10. I’m meeting the girls for breakfast in the morning at Gushers.
Me – Okay, what time?
Lila –*snickers*@ 8.
Me – Okay. The kids and I will be there at 8.
Lila – Okay. See y’all in the morning.
Me – Night.
Lila – Night.
