SINS of the Rex Book 3 by Emma Slate

Author:Emma Slate [Slate, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-21T07:00:00+00:00

I hailed a cab when I was on the street. Climbing inside, I settled back against the leather and closed my eyes.

“Where to, Ma’am?” the man asked. His Staten Island accent was thick, but somehow comforting.

“I don’t know yet,” I said, feeling weary. “Can you drive around for a while?”

If he thought my request odd, he didn’t comment on it. He drove around for the better part of an hour while my phone rang every few minutes. It was Flynn, of course, but I wasn’t in any place where I wanted to talk to him.

My heart ached. The things we had said to one another… my crying children… this would go down as one of the worst nights of my life.

Finally, I turned off my phone.

As the meter crept towards fifty dollars, I realized where I wanted to go. I gave the cabbie the address, and he cut off a truck to be able to swing a left. He pressed on his horn and yelled in a mixture of English and Italian. It only reminded me of Alessandro Filippi and the problems he’d caused—not just with Sasha, but also within my marriage.

Would Flynn ever trust me? Forgive me?

“So you’re Italian?” I said to the cab driver, striving for conversation.

He looked at me in the rearview mirror and I could hear the teasing in his tone when he asked, “What gave it away?”

Despite the heavy ball of despair in my stomach, I managed to laugh. “Can I ask you a politically incorrect question?”

“Sure.”

“Why do the Italians not care for the Sicilians? And vice versa?”

“They’re different,” he said slowly.

“How? I’m genuinely curious.”

“Sicily is an island and the Sicilian culture has a Mediterranean influence,” he explained. “Italians—northern Italians—usually known for their fair skin and hair—were conquered by the Anglos. You follow?”

“Yeah.”

“They define themselves first as Sicilians, then Italians. They’re just different,” he finished.

There were nuisances to every culture, every country. When Scotland was ruled by lairds, the Highlanders looked down on the Lowlanders. Even now, I knew Flynn had pride that his father’s family hailed from an old Highland clan.

Flynn.

Just the thought of his name sent a wave of pain through my belly.

The cabbie pulled to a stop. “Thank you,” I said. “You’ve been very helpful.”

“You sure this is the right spot? This doesn’t look like much of anything.”

“Part of its charm.” I gave him two hundred in cash. “Have a good rest of your night.”

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