A Done Deal

I leaned forward in the chair, my elbows resting on the table, my fisted hands tucked under my chin. Drawing a deep breath, I gazed at Alex.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Alex, we’re going to have to use our hold card. We don’t have a choice.”

“Yanni, we do have a choice. We reveal that and who knows what kind of damage it could do to Mase.”

“Mason is a big boy. And, hell, it’s not like his mother isn’t known for keeping secrets and telling lies.”

“I don’t want him to feel like he’s being pulled in two directions. This shouldn’t be a test of loyalty.”

I bit my bottom lip and glared at Alex. “You don’t get it, do you? This is your life that’s hanging in the balance. I don’t give a damn what kind of conflict this causes Mason.”

“Sheldon killed my wife behind this secret.” Alex glanced at me, his expression sullen and strained. “The woman aborted her child, and my child was murdered because of it.”

“I understand that. And that’s what we need to concentrate on.” I grabbed his hands and looked him dead in the eyes. “We all care about Mason, but he’s grown—he’ll get past whatever feelings he has for Carla. But we cannot continue to hurt you for her. It has to end somewhere.”

Alex nodded.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “So, it’s a done deal?”

“Yeah, it’s a done deal. But do everything you can to get her to give Sheldon up, before you go to Mason.”

“I promise. I’ll do everything.”

“I bet you will,” Alex said, smiling. “So, how’s Mase holding up?”

“We’re talking about Mason. Once he found out she had simply lost her plug, he decided to meet Red at Spades.”

Alex burst into laughter. “That dude cracks me up without trying.”

“Yeah, but you know the minute she goes into labor, it’s going to be on.”

“Well, try to take it easy on her. We don’t need her going into labor, just as she’s about to tell us where Sheldon’s hiding.”

“I got this,” I said, winking at Alex.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Minutes later, I climbed into my car and dialed Carla’s number.

“Yanni, I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon,” Carla cooed.

“It’s always when you least expect it, Carla.”

She chuckled. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was wondering if I could stop by for a minute. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

“There’s no time like the present,” she said, mimicking an earlier conversation.