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allowed to tell my mother, which I
had no problem with doing—since I hated her. My mother had been
nothing but cruel to me, showing me no love, only the strap of a
belt or the slap of her hand.
    I got into the shower, knowing
my life would’ve been so much better if Don Santini had said yes.
Plus, I would’ve fitted right in with the Santini household,
because I could’ve easily passed off as a brother. I looked just
like Brando, the third oldest of my auntie’s sons. Pity he was the
only Santini brother I didn’t like. Unlike the others, he was an
absolute stronzo to me. But then again, it was probably because he thought I
liked Bella—his sister. He’d yelled at me that I couldn’t touch her
because she was my cousin. I hadn’t actually been hitting on her,
but he’d annoyed me, so I had retorted that she was only my second
cousin. The Santini twins had to yank him off me, the stronzo having been
viciously attacking me. He obviously had issues—or presumptions of
what I was like, which was hypocritical, considering I’d heard he
was a bigger prick with women, taking them whenever he wanted. I
had done it for a job, not for the fun of it—like him.
    I turned on the shower, my mind going
to his sister. I liked Bella, but only as a cousin. The woman was
sweet and easy to talk to. She’d rung me after the incident,
apologizing profusely. Unlike most women, she treated me like a
human being instead of a piece of flesh. S í , it was probably because she was my cousin, but I
still liked it.
    Noise came from my room, making
me wonder whether Camila was back. I grabbed a towel and got out of the
shower, still not feeling right in the head. My eyes were blurring
every few minutes. I knew I should tell Frano, but he would
probably insist on having Honey check me over, and there was no way
I wanted that female near me.
    I gave myself a quick dry, then wrapped
the towel around my hips and went into the bedroom, finding a glass
of juice and a plate of food on my bedside cabinet, the cook’s
assistant no doubt having gotten it for me. After Honey’s meltdown,
I’d instructed the cook’s assistant to serve me my food instead of
Honey.
    I gulped down the glass of juice, my
mouth drier than an old woman’s figa . I dug into the pasta next, unusually hungry. As
I ate, my mind went to what I’d said to Camila—about maiming her. I
wouldn’t have done it; I’d just wanted her to stop pushing me. She
was as sex-crazed as her uncle, just not in a sick way. I forced
her out of my mind, not wanting to think about any woman, let alone
a Donatelli.
    I finished my food, then laid down on my
bed, feeling lethargic. I closed my eyes for a moment, opening them
at the creak of my bedroom door. Honey walked in, making me shoot
upright, angry that she refused to leave me alone. A sudden bout of
dizziness hit me, sending me crashing back down.
    “ What ’s happening to me?” I said, my words
slurring.
    Honey sat down on the bed. “You’re fine,
I just gave you something to calm you down.” She smiled at me
sweetly, although it chilled me to the bone. “You really have been
working yourself up far too much lately. I overheard you yelling at
Bianca earlier today, someone who risked her life for you. I think
you’re purposely trying to push all of us away, because of what
happened to you.”
    I went to yell out for help, but it came
out as a mumble.
    Honey brushed my hair back.
“Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. I want you to get better.
And forget about Camila, she’s a bad woman. She’s just using you
like her uncle and Alberto did. I’m the only one who doesn’t use
you. I want to protect you from all those bad people, and I know
you want me to. After my fall down the stairs, I realized that you
never meant to hurt me. You were instead pushing me away because
you wanted to protect me.”
    I stared at her, thinking she’d lost her
mind.
    She brushed my hair back again, stroking
me like an animal. “It’s like