car door, he noticed next to her puddle of pleasure another gift she’d left him. Her used black thong panties acting as a rubber band around a large wad of green bills, there just to mock him. She’d usually stuff and hide her discarded lace undergarments in his limo. This was the first he’d seen a more functional purpose for the nasty things.
He took the item in his right hand and tossed it to the doorman who caught it with sharp, one-handed reflexes above his shoulder.
“Keep it,” Antonio called. “It’s all yours.”
He didn’t need that woman’s filthy money. He’d find another way. Any other way.
CHAPTER 3
T he ringing stopped when a young child answered. “Dad! It’s some lady named Jan or something!” A quick mental flash of Ashley, the child she had left at the ER, came and went, and a dull ache stayed in its stead.
Then a woman’s voice replaced the girl’s on the phone. “Jana?”
“Alexa. Hello.” A heavy silence filled the connection.
“Um…so Dane is in the middle of something b—”
“It’s fine, when is he getting out here?”
Jana’s sister-in -law cleared her throat. “He…um…your mom is with your father right now. Have you spoken to her? If you haven’t, she’ll answer the hospital room phone, room 403. She’s had trouble with her cell in the hosp—”
“I already spoke to her, Alexa. When will Dane be here?”
“Um, I’m, uh…not sure his schedule, he’ll have to text or call you.” Thicker silence.
“Thanks, Alexa, have him do that. Just…you have him do that.” Her shaking fingertip pressed ‘end.’
The baby across from Jana stayed asleep during the very short call. She guessed she was glad Alexa had answered and not Dane, for the baby’s sake, at least.
But really, would she have had the balls to tell him what a fucker he was, to put his selfish ass in its place? She’d humped poles and grinded laps for almost a decade, but still she turned into a sheepish mess when it came to her father or brother. It was pathetic. Even without speaking to Dane in years, he had a power over her. She still cared about what he thought. But why?
She’d only been eighteen when he’d disowned her. So much for a big brother’s protective nature. Still in high school, having never kissed a boy, let alone gotten undressed for one. It didn’t matter. When Dane had found out through friends who’d ventured to the Newark clubs that she was dancing, he swore her off.
“A whore. My sister is a whore,” he’d told her. Those words echoed in her head. But so did his ever-so -selfless promise to keep her “career” a secret from their parents. “For Mom and Dad’s sake, for their pride, and for the health of their hearts,” her brother had said. That was Dane, noble, honorable. And where was Dane now that their father’s heart was actually sick and failing?
That righteous cocksucker. And how could Alexa be so damn blind?
Whatever. Nobody deserved to feel the blood-boiling hate that streamed through Jana’s veins, and the more she thought about it, the higher her blood pressure got. And Dane just wasn’t worth it.
She looked at the tiny baby in the mother’s arms. A smile from the mother calmed Jana, lessening the disdain overtaking her, leaving her with the smallest hint of peace.
And when she looked to the front, the Fort Lee Bus Station was in view.
*
He was as white as the hospital sheets, the sterile walls, and the reflective floor tiles. Jana had seen her father fire-red angry. And she’d seen him golden proud, too—of his son or of his restaurant or of his board position on the Business Community’s Charity Club. But Jana had never seen Chang Park so drained of color as he was now.
And the raw, flaming incision running up the middle of his chest made her entire body shiver.
Jana’s eyes welled. She glanced swiftly from side to side as she wiped them dry to be sure she wasn’t caught. Be strong, for Christ’s sakes. Jana, be strong.
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Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko