I'm going with Mickey to discuss what happened with some associates.
We held each other for a few long minutes, then he gently released me, and held my shoulders with his hands. He hadn't even sounded this way after Mama died, and that frightened me even more. The crack in his tone, combined with his aftershave, fractured my heart. He kept repeating the word sorry, over and over, like a mantra. Judith," I cried, launching myself into my father's arms. Donnie the bodyguard made up the rear of the group, and he slammed the door shut. It was Judith, followed by my father and Mickey. My hand was on the door handle when I heard a soft beeping, and the lock clicked open. No one could stop me from going to my own bedroom and changing. I crossed the room and hobbled to the door. It was as if a cheese grater had attached itself to the insides of my shoes. Hauling myself to my feet, I whimpered as I felt the skin on the backs of my heels rub raw. If only I had my phone, but it was back in the tent, on a table probably stained with blood. I stayed like this for what felt like an hour, but time made little sense tonight. How could I run for cover in heels and a ball gown? We'd barely made it out of that tent alive. Dammit, I needed to get out of this contraption, if not for comfort, then for safety. It was difficult because the bodice of my dress was so tight. I shut my eyes and tried to regulate my breathing. They had to be the cause of this nightmare. But how could I be kind to either him, or Mickey? Violence had never crossed our threshold in our family.
Maybe I should have been a little kinder to him. It was a statement, as sure as they sky was ink-black at this very moment.Īlessandro had saved my life. Who fired the first shot? Why had someone caused trouble at the party? What had my father done - or worse, what had my husband-to-be done?Īnd, another unsettling thought. Was my father alive? Judith? Ashley? I could barely catch my breath as the images of blood and mayhem raced through my brain. The door clicked behind Donnie and Alessandro, and I shakily made my way onto the leather sofa, the same one that I'd reclined on when I'd fainted just hours before.
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