Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
We keep driving. Soon, it’s time for me to take the intersection that will lead to Colt’s house or the road that will drive to Leonardo’s house, where her dad is waiting for her. “It’s your choice,” I tell her. Luca has already gone ahead. He doesn’t know what we’re planning, what we’re considering.
A car honks its horn behind me. I look in the rearview, almost wanting a fight, almost wanting a way to make this pain somehow manageable.
“I’ve already told you,” she says, her voice tight.
I keep driving. This is probably a mistake, but I can’t make her decisions for her. I’ll be there every step of the way. What if Tony tells me to leave the room? What if he tries to pull rank on me? What if I black out again?
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice getting softer.
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her.
“But you can worry about me?”
“I prefer it that way. I can drive myself crazy trying to get into your head, but you can leave mine alone.”
“And ignore those cold stares and all that pain? It’s not just what happened to us when we were younger, Dante. That’s an excuse.”
“Younger,” I say, shaking my head.
“What?” she snaps. “Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I don’t know what younger is. It doesn’t define us.”
“I know. You’re right.”
CHAPTER 17
Mia
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” I tell Lexi on the phone as Dante pulls up in Uncle Leo’s driveway. My heart is pounding so hard, but I do something strange. I make myself see Vito, see the vivid grotesqueness of it. I make myself relive it.
“Where are you?”
“Dad wants to see me,” I tell her. “I know how he thinks this will go, but I’m done, Lex. Seriously.”
“Colt can drive me there right now.”
“By the time you get here, we’ll already be done.”
Dante walks up next to me. Already, I can see Dad and his friend in the front window. Something sick happens to me. It’s like my bones actually get weaker, a deep, reflexive response like an animal flinching, but no—Vito, the blood pooling, the fragility of life.
I walk up the driveway, my hand balled into a fist around the phone. “Lexi, I have to go—”
“Mia—”
I hang up as I approach the front door. Dante walks ahead of me, standing tall, his muscles bulging because he looks tense. He could snap at any second, thinking about doing something dark and bloody on a constant loop. We’re so messed up. As Dante and I walk into the house, we’re like a different species, completely separate, twisted, and determined to be alone, even if we both feel it.
I almost gasp again. My breath… my thoughts…
Taking a moment, I rest my hand against the wall. Dante turns to me. He’s about to put his hand on my arm, but then Dad walks down the corridor into the large entranceway with a sick, moist grin on his face. “Oh, Mia!” he cries, drunk and over the top.
He tries to throw his arms around me, but I take a few steps back, forcing myself to see Vito, see the blood, and relive the pain. “Don’t touch me,” I say, way louder than I meant.
Uncle Leo appears in the hallway, looking strong and sturdy despite his age. “Mia?”
“I just—” Dad glares at me silently, almost stopping me from talking. My throat feels tight. The world is spinning around me too fast and at the wrong angle. He’s glaring at me like he’s somehow balled up childhood trauma into a fist and thrown it at my face.
“I don’t want to be hugged,” I say. “I don’t want to be touched.”
“Mia,” Dad says, with his over-the-top crying, his crocodile tears. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.”
“Vito tried to hurt me, Dad,” I say, somehow finding my voice. It cracks and shakes, and a small depressing part of me wonders if I sound pathetic, but I force it out. “And you knew he was going to. You knew he was that sort of person, and I—”
“Mia…” There he is, his voice getting harder, his tone getting meaner. That’s always been the worst part about it, the way he can somehow charm the right people and come across as the buffoon when really he’s a monster, a violent creepy cruel man.
“I never knew Vito,” I almost yell. Now, Aunt Alessia is standing next to Leo, her hand on his arm, the other over her mouth. Dad’s friend stands at Dad’s side, and Dante is at mine. There’s a sense of violence in the air like anybody could snap. Dad usually likes using that “what if” as a weapon, but he doesn’t act so tough with Dante at my side.
“What, Mia?” Alessia says.
“Dad told me I had to pretend we’d been having a relationship. I never knew him. Dad was going to force me to marry him.”