nights. He also knew men were waiting in the wings if she ever left him. Reno was madly in love with Trina, and would
never put any woman before her, but he also knew that men like he and Reno
always had to have a back-up plan. Somebody waiting in the wings too. He didn’t want Gemma to be Reno’s plan B should Trina dump his ass. Gemma was no man’s plan B. This shit had to stop, and Sal knew he was
the only one who could stop it.
“I’ll pay
him a visit,” he said.
Gemma looked
at him. “Pay him a visit for what?” When she realized it was that testosterone
talking now, she frowned. “Don’t go
starting something, Sal. There’s nothing
to talk about. He didn’t know you had
met with Liz Mertan privately. None of
us knew. He was just responding to the
moment.”
“Yeah, you
say.”
“What’s that
supposed to mean?”
“I know men,
Gemma. That’s what it means! I know what his ass is up to. I know what all of that so-called tension is all about.”
“Oh,
yeah? And what is it about, Madam Cleo?
Please tell me what it’s about.”
“It’s sexual
tension,” Sal said bluntly. “It’s the
fact that he wants our marriage to fail so he can be the main man in your life
again.”
Gemma
frowned. She couldn’t believe it. “He wants our marriage to fail? He wants to be the main man in my life? Are you nuts, Salvatore Luciano? Reno and I have never, not ever, had that
kind of relationship and you know it! Why would you even think such nonsense?”
“I know
men. Men are dogs when it comes to
women.”
“You’re off
base, Sal,” Gemma made clear. “Reno
loves Trina with the kind of love that I envy. He’s totally devoted to her!”
Sal knew
what that implied. He knew it implied
that his devotion to Gemma was suspect. It wasn’t in his heart. But it was in Gemma’s. Not that he didn’t understand why she would
have her doubts. He knew his unavoidable
absences made Gemma doubt his commitment. It was their painful reality. “I’m just telling you what I think,” he said less animatedly.
“Well your
thinking is wrong,” Gemma responded. “Me
and Reno? Please! Nothing could be further from the truth!”
Sal didn’t
argue with her. Because he knew what he
was talking about. He and Reno were too
much alike. They were two dogs with the
same pedigree, and they both knew how to bark. But before any biting took place, Sal knew he had to once and for all
lock it down.
Gemma
prepared two plates and carried them to the table. “I found a car, Sal,” she said as she sat his
plate in front of him.
“Looks
great, babe,” he said as he grabbed a shrimp and immediately popped it into his
mouth. Then he looked at her as he
chewed. “What do you mean you found a
car?”
Gemma sat
down across from him and held out her hand. Sal took her hand and they bowed their heads.
“Dear Lord,”
Gemma said, “thank you for this food that you have given to us. We ask that it will be a blessing to us and
do us no harm. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.”
“Amen,” Sal
echoed and began to eat. He looked at
his wife as he ate. “You found a
car? What is that supposed to mean?”
“I went to a
dealership and found a car.”
“Without
me?”
Gemma knew
he wasn’t going to be pleased. But he’d
had a hectic schedule lately. “I knew
you were busy, and I needed to get it done.”
“I’m never
too busy for you,” Sal said. “And I
thought I told you I don’t want you going on some funky car lot without
me. They see a woman like you coming and
they drool at the mouth with excitement.”
Gemma
smiled. “They drool, Sal? Really?”
“Because you
showed up, hell yeah. Because a real
lady showed up. A fragile, vulnerable,
sweet innocent lady that they can screw over.”
Gemma
couldn’t help it. She laughed.
Sal didn’t
get
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