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I knew for a fact that one of the things Wolfe had insisted on before we’d agreed to celebrate our marriage here was absolutely no weapons. There was even a metal detector at the front gate.
Even if my father hid a gun somewhere around here, it wasn’t on him.
“Is that true, Mama?” I spoke to her but kept staring at him.
She sniffed a weak denial from the bed.
“Leave it, Vita Mia. He is just upset about the wedding, is all.”
“I couldn’t care less if he sold her on the black market after the utter disrespect she exhibited to me since he took her in. The only thing I care about is saving face and making sure the two of them don’t do anything embarrassing.” My father rolled up his sleeves as though he was ready to disarm me.
I knew he spoke the truth.
I pointed the shard at him. “Let Mama go. Let’s settle this alone.”
“There’s nothing to settle, and you are not my peer. I will not discuss my matters with you.”
“You will not raise your hand to my mother,” I said, my voice barely shaking.
I wanted to add a request for him to try not to kill my lawful husband, too, but let’s admit it—it wasn’t my job to take care of Wolfe.
He made it perfectly clear that he couldn’t care less about me.
“Or…what? You’ll go running to your husband? I’ve eaten bigger, more powerful men than him for breakfast, so don’t think you can talk back to me now. Have you given him the goods, Francesca? Before marriage?” Papa took another menacing step in my direction. I shrank into myself but didn’t cower, waving the glass in his face in warning.
“Did you suck Wolfe Keaton’s cock just as all the other stupid girls in Chicago who were dumb enough to think they were different did? It wouldn’t surprise me in the least. You were always too silly for your own good. Pretty, but silly.”
“Papa!” I yelled, swallowing back a lump of tears.
How could he say things that? And how come it still hurt when he said those things even though I knew he did not deserve my love or regard?
“You’re drunk.” I wasn’t sure if I pointed it out to myself or to him. My cheek was still on fire. I wanted to erase the last fifteen minutes from my mind permanently. “And pathetic.”
“I am fed up and on the verge of ruining your lives,” he countered.
“Mama, come,” I urged her.
“I think I’ll stay here and take a nap.” She curled up higher on the bed into a fetal position, still in her pearls and deep green silk dress.
A nap.
Right.
My mother was still insistent on not defying her husband even after everything he’d done.
I shook my head, turned around, and left the room, squeezing the glass so hard inside my hand, I felt the trickle of blood running over my dress.
I stopped in the bathroom again, cleaning myself up and making sure there were no visible stains on my dress, then returned to the party, knowing that the combination of my parents and myself both going MIA at the same time was a recipe for gossip disaster.
I stumbled into guests, disoriented and woozy, and ignored the worried glances and spearing gazes. I found Ms. Sterling at the bar, trying appetizers.
I threw myself between her arms, ignoring the small platter of food she was holding. It dropped, crab cakes and deviled-egg rolls spilling on the floor.
“Can we go upstairs?” I heaved. “I need help reapplying my makeup.”
She opened her mouth when a firm hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I came face to face with my new husband, who stared me down through dark lashes and furrowed brows.
I’d never seen him so angry in my entire life.
