Anything You Say

4

 Right after leaving the room I started to plan a way to get her away from my family. They were no good, and she seemed like a nice girl who had just gotten sidetracked, specially with the way she let herself get caught shelling drugs, I knew my father had done something to terrorize her.

I got to my car and pulled my phone out, quickly scanning the contact list to find the one person who could help me. Hitting dial I waited, sitting in the car as the phone rang four times before she picked up.

"D'Ambrosio house, Mirabella speaking." she said in her ever so sweet and melodic voice.

"Hi Mira." I said, happy she was the one who picked up. Oh, how I'd missed her. "How are you?"

"Gabriel, is that you?" I heard her gasp, shock present in her voice. I couldn't blame her though, I hadn't called in a very long time.

"Yes Mira. I missed you." I admitted, shame coursing through my body for not establishing some sort of contact with her for so long.

"I missed you too." she admitted with a sigh. "So, tell me, why are you calling after so long?" she asked, her voice changing from sweet and melodic to cold and scary as if she just flipped a switch.

"I wanted to know if I can come and visit, do you think it is possible?" I asked as I tried to calm my racing heart. I knew that going back there would not be good, I knew it would be some kind of silent torture for me, but I needed to find out what kind of shady things was my father doing this time.

"I'll talk to your father and I will let you know when to come." she simply said before hanging up on me.

I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, hoping he would not decide to throw some kind of crazy party like he usually did. But that was just me hoping. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and started the car, just in time to see miss Grant being pulled back by some man I've never seen before. She opens her mouth, but a large hand quickly covers it before dragging her into a parked car. What did she get herself into this time?

My phone rings, bringing me back from my thoughts and distracting me from the car that most likely just kidnaped a woman in front of my police station, but to hell with it, she got herself into this, she can probably get herself out.

"Detective Jaxson speaking" I say as I answer the call without looking at the identification.

"I know who you are Gabriel." I hear Mira say, her voice much less tense and back to her melodic sweet tone.

"I'm sorry Mira, I didn't look at the caller ID. What did he say?" I ask, praying to all the angels he said yes to my request. Yes, because I have to make a request to have dinner with my own father, like that's a normal thing...

"You need to be at the house by six thirty tomorrow. Don't forget to dress nicely and"

"And look presentable, yes I haven't forgotten." I finish for her.

"Good. And bring some wine." she commands before hanging up on me.

"Just perfect." I mumbled before driving back to my apartment.

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The next day, at six twenty-three I'm already ringing the gate for someone to let me in. A bottle of wine is resting in the passengers sit and I'm dressed in a simple navy suit with no tie, a white dress shirt and brown shoes. I hope he doesn't get on my nerves tonight, I just really need him to back off and stop doing this shit he always does.

A few minutes later I'm by the front door that is already open and there I see Mira, standing there with a simple red dress and a dar brown apron on top. She looks just like I remember, standing with one hand on the door and the other by her side, one raised brow as she closely evaluates my attire. You could say she look like a teenager more than a grown woman, seeing her from afar because of her heigh and dark hair, but up close you can see that she is really intimidating and that time is starting to get to her, after all she is almost seventy.

"Hey Mira" I say with a small smile.

"Gabriel." she nods her head in acknowledgment, making me loose the smile immediately. She's mad at me, just wonderful.

"I brought the wine" I try to lighten the mood, but she isn't buying it, she simply steps aside and lets me in the house, taking the bottle from me and sending me to dinning room where I know my father awaits me.

This is going to be a very long night, I think, shaking my head as I walk into the room only to find my father already siting at the table with none other than miss Grant standing next to him with her head down. I'm so fucked.