Page 98 of Powerful Deception
Do I think it was Dante that did it? I don’t know anymore. Yes, I saw the picture that he has hidden in his desk, I saw the note, but what if he has those things for another reason besides wanting my dad killed?
There could be so many reasons why he has those things and none of them could be because he called the hit.
If he did though, if Dante did have a hand in my father’s murder, and the truth comes out, I will deal with it accordingly.
How? I have no idea, but for right now I don’t want to think about it.
For right now, I want to live life as if I’m not sleeping with my father’s killer. I want to live life happy and content with the man and kids that bring a smile to my face every time I think about them.
Because I’ve fallen for the three of them and fallen so hard it will kill me not to have them in my life.
Not letting that last thought bring me down, I continue to fold the clothes with a smile on my face before finishing up and heading downstairs.
Dante got home a few hours ago and after spending some time with him and the kids and having dinner, I decided to give them some time together.
As I make my way downstairs and I hear nothing but silence I suspect that Dante must have put the kids to bed already.
That suspicion is right when I walk into the large kitchen and find Dante by himself shifting through what looks like mail.
“The kids go down okay?” I ask, announcing my presence.
Dante turns and gives me the small grin that I love seeing so much. “Yeah, you seem to tire them out so much that they fall right to sleep.”
“That’s good. I hope that Allie is tired enough not to have any nightmares.”
Since about the middle of December, she has been waking up in the middle of night with nightmares.
According to Dante the nightmares aren’t anything new, she’s been having them since her mother died. He just stated that they had been far and few in between, but from the looks of it they are back and in full force.
I guess I’ve become more of their occurrence because I’m practically sharing a bed with Dante. I still have my own room but since I told him I wanted more emotion and not just sex, I’ve been sleeping there less and less. So I experienced Allie climbing into bed with us after a nightmare.
“I think it’s going to continue to happen for the next few weeks. Her mind must remember what happened this time last year.” Dante responds, his face going a bit stoic.
“What happened this time last year?” I ask and as soon as I do I regret doing so.
Dante went from looking happy to stoic to angry and sad all within two minutes.
He looks at me as if he’s angry at my question but also as if he’s sad with the thought of giving me an answer.
I’m about to tell him to forget, that I didn’t mean for the question to come out, when he speaks.
“On February third of last year, Angelina, the kids’ mother died.”
Evelyn had told me she died but she didn’t tell me when, she just said that it had happened recently. Now the anniversary is quickly approaching.
“How did she die?” I ask, emotion starting to form on my throat.
Dante lets out a sigh. “A car accident. She hit a patch of ice and swerved into an electricity pole. She died on impact.”
Oh my god.
“She was stubborn, that woman, didn’t want to take security with her, said she wanted some independence. So she got into the car with the kids and she didn’t make it back.”
When I hear his voice crack a bit when he mentions the kids, it makes the lump in my throat even bigger.
I try to push it down as much as I can so I can speak. “The kids were with her?”
Tears are burning behind my eyes trying to escape at the thought of Angel and Alessandra no longer being alive.