Dead or Alive: Part One (The Scarsi Family Series Book 2) by Dee Garcia

Author:Dee Garcia [Garcia, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

We didn’t do much the week following Christmas except lounge around, watching movies in the theater room or cooling off in the pool. An obvious given due to our location. I wasn’t complaining though. If anything, I much preferred the lazy days to the constant ‘go, go, go’ when we’d been in more populated areas. But our time in this bubble of solidarity was quickly coming to an end, as in two days away, and once we left Bimini, it’d be our farewell to the Caribbean too.

And we were in for a big change.

The United Kingdom was our next stop; London, more specifically. Just the knowledge of what a prime tourist spot this was had me hanging off the anxious edge in a heartbeat. I’d been so relaxed for the last two weeks, I almost forgot what this abhorrent feeling felt like. With a fresh wave of nerves settling deep in my gut, I immediately suggested somewhere more quaint, but of course, Eden wouldn’t hear a word of it. Evidently, London had been a bucket list destination for her since she was old enough to learn how vast our world was, and much to my dismay, all it took to pull me aboard was a single pout of her soft, pink lips.

Could it really be so bad, though? We’d passed through plenty of popular places thus far without incident, literally not one trace of Vincent or any of the Scarsis to be seen. Made me wonder if they’d ever come after us at all. Whether they were or not was dismally unclear, but I refused to believe they weren’t. They wouldn’t just let Eden leave and live her life because if that were the case, we wouldn’t have had to leave in the first place.

So where were they?

Were they actually lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, or were they far off our scent, digging around in all the wrong places?

I guess only time would tell, but for now, all I could think about was my mom. I don’t know why. I’d been so angry with her since our last conversation, I had yet to pick up the phone and call her again. But as the Times Square celebration began coming to an end, that anger dissipated enough for me to realize I’d gone months without speaking to her. What kind of son did that make me? No, what kind of person did that make me? Neglecting the woman who gave me life because she didn’t agree with the choices I made. If I really put some thought into it, her reservations were warranted, somewhat valid, even, but I couldn’t accept it. Mama had loved me at every stage of my life, yet I couldn’t feel that love right now, at a time when I needed her love and support most.

But don’t they say distance makes the heart grow fonder? Had our lack of communication perhaps changed her mind? That was the burning, million-dollar question of the evening.

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