He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
“You smell like bacon,” he whispered.
“Good,” she whispered back, before shoving another piece, the whole piece, in her mouth.
“Okay man tell us what’s going on,” Danny said before taking a sip of coffee.
“Well, that’s just it we don’t really know.”
“What do you mean?” Dominic frowned at them.
“We don’t know. It could be something from my past, her past, or retaliation for Ernesto.”
“Or from me,” Branson mumbled from around his mouth full of food.
“Wow. That’s not pretty man,” Rick muttered, looking disgusting.
“Dude you married a baker. My idea of a baked good is a Debbie cake from the gas station. Don’t judge me,” Branson quipped before shoving another mouth full in.
“Branson,” Dominic said, shaking his head.
“Well, it’s true.”
“Ok. Whatever. Do you have anyone that you can contact?” Rick said, then turned back to Dominic.
“Maybe, we will have to see. Did you read the file that I left you?” Dominic said, and the whole table went quiet as they all looked to Winter.
“Don’t mind me. I know where I stand.” She pushed her empty plate away and slid her chair over closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her and turned looking Dominic straight in the eye.
“Could it be her brothers?” Branson said.
“Maybe, but from everything I was able to dig up. They think that she is dead,” Danny said.
Both him and Winter sat up at that.
“What? Dead?” she whispered, and the blood drained from her face.
“Easy, little bird,” he whispered into her hair.
“From what I can find, and what is being said. Supposedly your father was in a car accident, and you were killed. They held a funeral for you and everything. Soon after that your mother died.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she said, looking stunned.
“So her father sold her and covered it up with a car accident?” Dominic said.
“Do my brothers even know that? Do we know where they stand on all this?” His heart ached for everything that she was going through.
“Not that I can see,” Danny said again.
“How did my mother die?” she asked.
“She fell down the stairs,” Rick muttered, butting in and he gave him a look. Knowing what his little bird had gone through, it was highly unlikely that her mother’s death was an accident.
“Wow. What about my father?” Her body tensed as she spoke the words and he gave all the men around the table a warning look.
He didn’t know what they had found but he sure as fuck didn’t want anything upsetting her more already.
“That’s a little more complicated. He just disappeared.”
