The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(196)

“I talked to Vinnie and Theresa.”

“You don’t—”

“Sal,” I cut him off quietly. “Please let me finish.”

He shut up.

“Benny talked to them with me.”

When I said no more, Sal nodded.

“They understand.”

“It’s a joyous day for them, you and Benny, and Gina and I don’t—”

I interrupted him again.

“They understand and agree that, if you want to do it, you should give me away.”

Sal went still.

I went on.

“It was Benny’s idea.”

Sal stared at me.

Suddenly, I felt funny.

“Dad still isn’t talking to me, partly because I’m not talking to him, and anyway, he really didn’t earn that honor. But if that’s weird to you—” I began.

That was when, suddenly, my hand was jerked, making my arm lurch painfully right before I was out of the couch, on my feet, and in Sal’s tight embrace.

He still said nothing. He just kept hold of me.

So I asked, “Can I take that as a yes?”

He continued his silence, but he gave me a squeeze that took the breath right out of me.

I took that as a yes.

* * * * *

“Your father is a horse’s ass.”

This was said by Chrissy, who was sitting at the table next to me.

It was Benny’s and my engagement party. A huge ’do that Vinnie and Theresa insisted we have since, once Sal agreed to take the honor of giving me away, he horned in and declared he was paying for the entire wedding. Benny and him got into it and the compromise was that Benny and I were going to pay for the rehearsal dinner and honeymoon.

So when there was nothing left to pay for, Theresa lost her mind and declared we were going to have a huge-ass engagement party. She then set about planning it before she got the official go-ahead from Benny and me.

Benny found this annoying.

I liked parties and having a reason to buy a fabulous dress that would make my fiancé get hard, so I absolutely didn’t.

“What’s this?” Cheryl asked, sitting with Chrissy, Cat, Violet, Asheeka, and me.

I tore my eyes away from Keira, who’d brought up her very handsome young boyfriend, Jasper Layne, so she could show him off at the party, and looked to Cheryl.

But Cat, holding her sleeping son, Sean, piped up first.

“Enzo Senior, our not-so-illustrious dad, bein’ a moron. No surprise.” She looked to me. “It’s Nat who has my panties in a bunch.”

Mine weren’t.

I was hurt.

Genuinely.

I’d called to share the news and heal the breach. I did it, even though I had a feeling Nat wouldn’t be in a good mood, mostly because she was in the middle of a divorce, living with Ninette, and things weren’t going well.

Nat being Nat, she had pushed it, but Davey beat the rap, what with the amount of damage he’d sustained and Nat not even having a bruise. But even before, his mom had bailed him out, then he’d kicked Nat’s ass out, changed the locks, and got a second job so he could pay for the attorney he hired to file for divorce.

She was now working as a stripper, living with a mom who never grew up, and had lost the man she loved—all that on her because she made bad decisions. All she refused to grow up and see her decisions, and change the course of her life, so she just got bitchier.

She was not feeling family love so when I’d called to heal the breach and ask her to be a bridesmaid, she told me to go f**k myself and, while I was at it, invited me to tell Benny to do the same.

I told Benny and he not only heard my words, he got a look at my face as I was saying them.

So he declared, “Now that bitch is dead to you and, tesorina, I mean that.”

I couldn’t miss the look on his face when he was saying it so I knew he meant it.

But the truth was, with that, it was up to Nat to heal the breach.

She wouldn’t and that hurt.

But that was her decision too.

Ninette decided to side with Nat, mostly because she wasn’t paying any rent and knew where her bread was buttered.

That didn’t hurt. I’d long since learned not to let Ninette’s selfishness dig deep.

I’d asked Enzo Senior to come. He didn’t pick up my call so the invitation was extended on voicemail. He didn’t respond and I was okay with that because I wanted Chrissy and Eva there and I wanted to have a good time without any awkwardness, so in the end, he gave me what I wanted. Enzo Junior couldn’t come because he had zero money, considering how much child support he was paying. But my brother Dino and his family were there, as were Cat and hers.

As was the rest of mine, the ones who were true, even if they weren’t blood.

“Suffice it to say, our family’s messy,” I told Cheryl.

“Whose isn’t?” she asked back, and everyone knew the answer to that.

Nobody’s.

Somehow escaping Art and Sela, who had been looking after her, Eva trundled over to her mom and slapped her hands on her thigh, then turned to me and slapped her hands on mine. This meant I picked my baby sister up, put her in my lap, and she shouted, “Fwanquee!”

I smiled at her, dipped low, and skimmed my nose against hers.

She giggled, caught sight of Vi, squirmed in my lap, and launched herself into Vi’s arms.