I’m surprised to see Michela peek her head in. I get to my feet, but she puts her hand up, palm toward me, when she sees I’m on the phone. Then she backs away.
“Wait!”
She does.
“I have to go, Liam.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’ll be okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” I disconnect the call and Michela looks behind herself before slipping inside. She’s holding a small box.
“What do you want?” I ask her.
She glances around the room.
“He’s not here,” I say.
“I wanted to make sure Elise wasn’t lurking.”
I fold my arms across my chest, remembering that this is the woman who lured Simona into her car. Who essentially kidnapped her.
She looks me over, eyes the bottle of whiskey on the floor but doesn’t comment.
“Are you okay after that spectacle?” she asks finally.
“No, not really.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Why would you say you’re sorry? You were a part of it.”
“I have to do what they tell me to do.”
This confuses me, but I refuse to care about this woman.
“Here,” she says, holding out the box.
“What is it? A welcome to the family gift?”
She shakes her head. “Protection.”
I just watch her.
“Take it.”
The box is plain, but when I open it, what I find inside surprises me. It’s a switchblade.
“What is this for?”
“Like I said, protection. I know what my brother’s capable of.”
“Which brother?”
She smirks. “As if you need to ask. I saw the bloody sheets. I’m sure he took pleasure in that.”
I feel my face burn but don’t reply. Something about her visit rubs me the wrong way so I don’t tell her he didn’t hurt me anymore than anyone else would have the first time.
It’s not only that I don’t trust her. I don’t like this woman.
I set the box aside and take the hilt of the small switchblade in my hand. I touch the tip.
“Careful,” she says.
It’s sharp. Deadly.
I look at her. “Why are you giving me this?”
She turns around, showing me her back, and I swallow. “This is how Damian welcomed me home a few years ago.”
Like earlier, I gasp at the sight, and take in the slightly raised lines of skin. There must be a dozen on her back.
She turns to face me again. “They go all the way to my ankles.”
My stomach turns.
“Why would he do that?”
“Because in his eyes, I betrayed the family when I ran off with the man I loved. Bennie’s father. It’s all about the family to him. To all of them.”
“But you hate each other. Anyone can see that. You all hate each other.”
“That’s not true. It’s Damian who sows hate. You need to be careful with him.”
“I think I need to be careful with all of you.”
She gestures to the knife in my hand. “I wouldn’t give you that if I had any intention of hurting you, Cristina.”
“You took Simona.”
“Because he made me. I would never have done that to any child. I’m a mother, Cristina. And I didn’t hurt that little girl.”
“You scared her.”
“I know.” She looks down momentarily. “And I’m sorry about that.”
For some reason, I believe her. Maybe because she’s a mother too. Or maybe it’s those lines on her back. She’s not lying about those.
“Why did you come back here? To this house?”
“Bennie’s father died. I had to. I had nothing and Bennie was just a baby.”
Her eyes glisten and I can’t help but feel for her.
“I couldn’t make it on my own. We’d be on the street and I couldn’t do that to my son.”
“Damian hurt you like that?”
She nods.
“Your father asked if he’d welcome me like he had you.”
“Like father, like son. Just be careful. You can’t trust anyone in this house.”
“Does that include you?”
“I’m a victim too. Just like you. Just like my mother. All women are to them. Everyone but that bitch Elise. You watch her too. Just watch your back.” She walks to the door. “I need to go before he sees me. Hide it from him, or he’ll punish me again, okay? Promise me.”
“I won’t tell him you gave it to me.”
“And use it if you have to. Don’t hesitate.”
I swallow and feel the weight of the dagger as Michela slips out of the room.
10
Cristina
Once she’s gone, I sit down, wincing, as I remember why everything hurts.
My wedding night.
What a hell of a wedding night.
The switchblade open, I set it in my palm. It’s a little longer than my hand with an intricate handle carved