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Authors: Allison J. Jewell
Tags: Romance, Historical
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smiled, “there’ll be time to play… not to mention more money. I’ll need you to leave tonight.”
Tonight? Silas thought. He wanted to question it but he knew better. His father was an understanding man. More understanding than most in this business but he wouldn’t want to be questioned. Not now. Not after he just let Silas off with a warning.
“But Pop…” Silas said after everyone else had left the room. “You know she’s more than just some pretty girl to me. Mo chuisle.”
The old man smiled at his son’s use of the phrase he had so often uttered to his wife. My pulse, my heart. My love. Mo chuisle. His own Irish saying had many translations but the meaning was the same. “Good. The man who sees what he loves knows true happiness. I hope she is worthy of your feelings.”
“No Pop. I hope I’m worthy of hers,” Silas said.
His father nodded and clasped his hand on his back. As the two headed out the door Silas was surprised to find Marco was at the door. “Try not to screw this up, kid,” Mr. Del Grande said.
Silas’s father opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have the chance. Silas cut him off first. “Yeah, well even if I do, it couldn’t compare to your mistakes.”
He old man cocked his eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
Silas just shrugged and squared his shoulders. He’d never thought much of Marco. He never had much use for him. The banker rarely had much to offer other than financial advice and an occasional strong arm. Now he had even less use for him.
“I just want you to know that we agree with your father. You’ve been spent too much time with Emma. You’ve neglected your work. And when you did work you made impulsive decisions that put those you care about in danger.”
“Marco. We were all young once. His mistakes were not so great. He’s handled the situations,” Michael said to his friend.
Silas ignored his father and looked at Del Grande dead in the eyes. “One: I have kept her safe. You have no idea what the Thomas man was doing to her. Trust me. Two: I don’t need advice from you. Three: She hates to be called Emma. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that. I wouldn’t expect you to know her,” Silas spit. “You don’t deserve to.”
Michael looked surprised by the conversation then realization of the meaning behind the words kicked in.
Marco nodded and then asked careful to keep all emotion from his voice. “So… she’s put it together then. She knows and she’s confided in you?”
“Yeah, she knows,” Silas spit.
“Silas. Don’t speak of things you know nothing about,” Michael said to his son.
“Nothing about… I know her. I’ve seen where she lives. I’ve seen the kind of people she had to work for to get by. I know she could have had a much easier life,” Silas shouted.
“You know nothing,” Marco argued.
“I know you sent her money and letters that she didn’t find until a few weeks ago,” Silas said.
Del Grande did look taken aback a bit by this. “He didn’t give her the money I sent after her mother passed?”
Silas crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “You left her in the care of a real stand-up man for six years, Marco. He drank every night. Hit her on occasion. Kept her under her his thumb.”
Marco swallowed hard. “It wasn’t that bad. The DeCarmillas watched out for her. Told me she was a real smart girl. She had adjusted well.”
“The DeCarmillas see what they want to see,” Silas said without question. “It’s true she could have been worse. I think she had a happy childhood but the years since her mother passed have been hard.”
Marco looked down and thought for a moment but never again spoke. He just walked into the hall and headed for the elevators.
Chapter Eleven
E mmie had assumed Silas was taking her to the hotel restaurant but he didn’t. They’d walked a few blocks down Main Street until they reached a small house right on the river. A man met them at the restaurant’s door
Tonight? Silas thought. He wanted to question it but he knew better. His father was an understanding man. More understanding than most in this business but he wouldn’t want to be questioned. Not now. Not after he just let Silas off with a warning.
“But Pop…” Silas said after everyone else had left the room. “You know she’s more than just some pretty girl to me. Mo chuisle.”
The old man smiled at his son’s use of the phrase he had so often uttered to his wife. My pulse, my heart. My love. Mo chuisle. His own Irish saying had many translations but the meaning was the same. “Good. The man who sees what he loves knows true happiness. I hope she is worthy of your feelings.”
“No Pop. I hope I’m worthy of hers,” Silas said.
His father nodded and clasped his hand on his back. As the two headed out the door Silas was surprised to find Marco was at the door. “Try not to screw this up, kid,” Mr. Del Grande said.
Silas’s father opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have the chance. Silas cut him off first. “Yeah, well even if I do, it couldn’t compare to your mistakes.”
He old man cocked his eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
Silas just shrugged and squared his shoulders. He’d never thought much of Marco. He never had much use for him. The banker rarely had much to offer other than financial advice and an occasional strong arm. Now he had even less use for him.
“I just want you to know that we agree with your father. You’ve been spent too much time with Emma. You’ve neglected your work. And when you did work you made impulsive decisions that put those you care about in danger.”
“Marco. We were all young once. His mistakes were not so great. He’s handled the situations,” Michael said to his friend.
Silas ignored his father and looked at Del Grande dead in the eyes. “One: I have kept her safe. You have no idea what the Thomas man was doing to her. Trust me. Two: I don’t need advice from you. Three: She hates to be called Emma. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that. I wouldn’t expect you to know her,” Silas spit. “You don’t deserve to.”
Michael looked surprised by the conversation then realization of the meaning behind the words kicked in.
Marco nodded and then asked careful to keep all emotion from his voice. “So… she’s put it together then. She knows and she’s confided in you?”
“Yeah, she knows,” Silas spit.
“Silas. Don’t speak of things you know nothing about,” Michael said to his son.
“Nothing about… I know her. I’ve seen where she lives. I’ve seen the kind of people she had to work for to get by. I know she could have had a much easier life,” Silas shouted.
“You know nothing,” Marco argued.
“I know you sent her money and letters that she didn’t find until a few weeks ago,” Silas said.
Del Grande did look taken aback a bit by this. “He didn’t give her the money I sent after her mother passed?”
Silas crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “You left her in the care of a real stand-up man for six years, Marco. He drank every night. Hit her on occasion. Kept her under her his thumb.”
Marco swallowed hard. “It wasn’t that bad. The DeCarmillas watched out for her. Told me she was a real smart girl. She had adjusted well.”
“The DeCarmillas see what they want to see,” Silas said without question. “It’s true she could have been worse. I think she had a happy childhood but the years since her mother passed have been hard.”
Marco looked down and thought for a moment but never again spoke. He just walked into the hall and headed for the elevators.
Chapter Eleven
E mmie had assumed Silas was taking her to the hotel restaurant but he didn’t. They’d walked a few blocks down Main Street until they reached a small house right on the river. A man met them at the restaurant’s door
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