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betrayal to him. One I will pay for, but I will gladly pay the piper for this transgression. We all try to keep up the facade of celebration; meanwhile we are all stewing in our own turmoil.
    I start to collect my stuff from Bianca’s room and beg Bronson to let it go. He said he was driving me home, and I didn’t argue. I could use a few more minutes with him, some reassurance from my safe harbor before going home. Once I’m buckled in the front seat of his car, he unleashes. “I don’t like this one bit. I could pull rank, keep you here.”
    “You’d just be postponing the inevitable and then it would be worse on me. Just let me go home tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “I want you to promise me you’ll call if it gets to be too much, and I’ll pick you up in the morning at eight for breakfast.” I agree and then start adding up the hours I’ll have to be in that house. I’m truly terrified this time; it just seems ominous. Bronson must feel it too because he has a death grip on my hand the entire four blocks to my house, and his kiss is different. Desperation. He can’t get close enough, the kiss can’t last long enough, and when finally I think I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen, he releases my lips. “You need anything, I’ll be here.”
    “I know.” And I do know. He would do anything for me.
    “Promise me. You aren’t in this alone. You never were.” I nod my head at him, willing the tears to stay at bay.
    I give him one last kiss and make my way to the door. As soon as I shut the door, the first assault begins. “Bitch. Ungrateful, disloyal, lying whore.” Each word is like a physical blow to my body. “How did you get the son? On your back? Did you spread those ugly legs for him?” His verbal taunts don’t hurt, but the dirtying of what I share with Bronson cuts deep. Although it’s all untrue, I hate the way he makes it sound. He is tainting one of the purest things in my life. I know not to argue, not to answer back. That will just draw it out. I look up and see Marco sitting next to him, clearly enjoying the show.
    Both of them have a glass filled with liquor, and the whole thing is painful. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It all happened abruptly, and you know I’ve been close with Bronson my entire life. I thought this would please you. Being with the head of the family is the highest of honors.” I don’t know why I try to reason with him.
    The glass shatters right next to my head, a shard bouncing off the wall and cutting my temple. I reach up and wipe the blood I feel running down my face. Shit. “Don’t think you’ve won, Callie. My plans will work out, but you have just made this so much worse. For both of you. You’ll learn not to cross me, and it will be a lesson you won’t ever forget.” I have no doubt. I just hope he spares Bronson in his game.
    I make my way up to my room with the sinister laugh of my father and his henchman in the background. Checking the cut on my head, it isn’t bad, just a scratch. I pick a few slivers of glass out of my arms and turn on the shower. I make sure the door is locked, and I have my phone right next to me. I quickly wash off the filth I feel since entering this house. Dressed, locking my bedroom door, and climbing into bed, I long to call and hear Bianca or Bronson’s voice. They’re my whole world, and right now I am tipped on my axis, barely spinning. God, why did I have to get him as a father? I toss and turn most of the night and can’t wait to see Bronson pull up. I’m sitting out on the front steps waiting for him and can’t get into the car fast enough. He knows something is wrong, and before he can question me, I beg him. “Just drive. Get me out of here, please.” Luckily, I’m blessed, and he does. I know it’s not over, not by a long shot, but for now, I’m safe.

 
    Chapter 4
    Bronson
     
    Watching her chew on her fingernails, not meeting my gaze, and the fact that she was outside