Truths and Lies Duet

Selene claimed Talia borrowed money from her, but it didn’t happen that night.

She never left.

Which means either Selene confused the events or lied to me.

Why?

I assess Selene’s behavior over the past year. She’s obsessed with Aris. I bet she was even jealous of Talia, even though Talia was my woman and not Aris’s. Would she lie to us to make Talia seem like a bad person who left me? And why?

She’s a catty cunt, but she’s not smart enough to pull off some grand kidnapping of my wife and keep it from me all this time. Most likely she just wanted to make Talia look bad. Regardless, I’m going to find out why the fuck Selene would lie because it doesn’t help me get to the bottom of this shit with her meddling.

“Frown any harder and your face may stick that way,” a familiar voice booms from the doorway.

As soon as I see my brother, I click out of the video footage and pop open Google on my browser before turning to him. “This is my face. It’s been stuck this way since I turned thirteen.”

He snorts. “I can’t believe Dad actually gave us lessons on how to look fierce and intimidating.”

“You failed,” I grunt out.

“And you passed with flying colors. But seriously? What kind of father teaches their kids that?”

I shrug and glance at the clock, before watching every tick of my brother’s face. “Want to have dinner?”

His brown eyes flash for a second before he schools his features, not taking my bait. “Of course.”

“Actually,” I mutter. “I need to get ready for my trip to Thessaloniki.”

Aris’s shoulders relax slightly. “Raincheck then. We could always go visit Dad and have dinner with him.”

It’s sad how much he desperately tries to gain Father’s favor. Even now. Even with Father being practically an invalid and meaner than a snake. My mother’s death has killed him more than he’ll ever let on.

“Sure,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Anything new?” He walks over to the wet bar in my office and pulls out two tumblers. After he fills them with ice and a little water, he heads back over to my desk. I’m silent as I watch him fill them with ouzo. He pushes a glass my way and then he proceeds to sip his.

Not touching the glass, I cross my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. “Nothing.”

His lips purse together. “We’ll come up with something eventually.”

My stare on him must unnerve him because he waves a hand at the ouzo. “Drink up, man. I have to get home to Selene soon or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Sure are pussy-whipped,” I say, picking up the glass and swirling the ice around in it.

He snorts. “She knows her place.”

“Where is Estevan Galani?” I ask, setting my tumbler down.

His eyebrows hike in surprise at my question and then he gives me a one-shouldered shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. Went silent after you blew his cock off.”

I scrub at the scruff on my face. “Galanis aren’t known for their silence. They have the biggest goddamn mouths on Crete.”

His lips press into a thin line. A worried line. It makes me scrutinize him further. “I’ll look into it.”

“Good,” I grunt. “So will I.”

“Cheers to dealing with the Galani infestation,” he says, raising his glass and imploring me to drink.

I rise from my seat and walk over to the door. “I’ll never toast to a fucking Galani. Go on and get out of here before your viper girlfriend tries to make a meal out of your balls.”

He drains his glass and slams it down with a hard clunk. Then, he stands, shooting me an unreadable expression. With a deep breath, he inhales and then exhales whatever was threatening his composure. A wide grin spreads across his face.

“Have a good night, Kostas,” he says with a smug grin. “My night will be a helluva lot better than yours, I can assure you.”

He walks out without another word.

I glance over at my untouched ouzo and straighten my spine. I’ve been a cloud for far too long.

It’s time to wake the fuck up and find my goddamn wife.

Talia

“I need more formula,” I yell over the screams of my pissed off daughter.

Selene glares my way. “I was just in town a few days ago. Aris told you to make a list.” She eyes me accusingly, but I just shrug nonchalantly, not bothering to settle Zoe down. Her screaming always flusters Selene. For the sake of the human population, the woman should be sterilized so she can never reproduce.

“I did make a list.” Zoe’s screams get louder. “But Zoe had a growth spurt and I ran out sooner than I expected. Babies grow,” I challenge.

“And you don’t have any left at all?” she questions. I can see it in her features, she’s about to reach her limit. Her hands are shaking, and her eyes are twitching. Come on, bitch…