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Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco grew up under vastly different circumstances. Haven, a second-generation slave, was isolated in the middle of the desert, her days full of hard work and terrifying abuse. Carmine, born into a wealthy Mafia family, lived a life of privilege and excess.
Now, a twist of fate causes their worlds to collide. Entangled in a web of secrets and lies, they learn that while different on the surface, they have more in common than anyone would think.
In a world full of chaos, where money and power rule, Haven and Carmine yearn to break free, but a string of events that began before either of them were born threatens to destroy them instead. Murder and betrayal are a way of life, and nothing comes without a price—especially not freedom. But how much will they have to sacrifice? Can they escape their pasts? And, most of all, what does it mean to be free?
J.M. Darhower
J.M. Darhower lives in a tiny town in the Carolinas with her family.
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Reviews for Sempre
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Carmine: bad boy womanizer, rich son of a well known Mobster and a guy who uses his fists...A lot.Haven: pretty, quiet uneducated girl. A second generation slave who grew up under the iron fist of her masters.Now both at the age of 17, life is ready crash into them and its not going to be pretty. Carmines father has purchased Haven for his own and being a GPS'd chipped slave leaves very little chance for her to escape. Over the daily routines of cleaning, cooking and maintaining the household of three men, Haven begins to accept her new plot in life, even her new found friendship with Carmine helps her through the days in this new place.Carmine at first doesn't really understand that Haven is a slave, he's so wrapped up in violence and the mob, little else is seen. As the friendship grows into love and Carmine and Haven begin a physical relationship, he soon learns her history and circumstances and vows to change her life. As Carmine digs deeper into Havens past and discovers shocking, life altering truths that has the potential to destroy his family and places Havens in direct danger, he is left making some very hard choices, some that should never be made on another persons behalf.Sempre had an intriguing premise in the world of organized crime and the Italian Mob. A strong background story and a made-for TV drama mini-series feel, I really enjoyed diving into the dynamic of the characters and for the most part, liked the love story. I admired Darhower's serious look into human slavery going on in the US and I appreciate that she didn't downplay anything in this world of the mafia and crime that go's on under our nose.However...Sempre was so long I think my roots grew out while reading it, much of the story was so redundant that over a 100 pages could have been cut out. Pacing really dragged once the middle hit, and Carmine was a huge pain in the butt for most of the story, also while I understood Haven's insecurity it drove me CRAZY!! Not sure Im a fan of the ending, although overall the book was worth reading and I don't regret experiencing it.RatingRecommended to adult readers 18&up and contains: Murder, violence (mild-graphic), strong language, slavery, abuse, domestic abuse, mob/crime boss activities, suicide, attempted rape, drug use, and mild sexuality.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Okay, let me tell you I'm a sucker for HEA especially when it comes to romance (What can I say... I'm a hopeless romantic). I was very skeptical with this one because of the dark tone of the book. It's hard to think that this book wasn't going to break my heart! But I can't even begin to say how such an exquisite of a read this was. I just fell in love. Colpo di fulmine. I adored the characters. Especially Haven.. oh my poor little Haven. My heartstrings got tugged at a little violently when it came to that girl. I read other materials involving slavery and all but with her perspective printed, it was so believable, that I forgot this was fiction for a second. And Carmine, oh carmine, this boy made my heart ache and swoon at the same time. As much as an asshole he was sometimes, I really loved him from the start. It wasn't even an option! As much fucked up some characters were, they were memorable. I had a soft spot for Dr. DeMarco, his story was just.... heartbreaking. And Dominic, I relished everytime I see his name on the pages. The felt like the lifeguard of the story sometimes. Add in a little Dominic humor, you'll be guaranteed a smile.I loved Haven and Carmine's story. They say it's like a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, Carmine would definitely disagree with me and I can't help but to agree to disagree...“How about we just be Haven and Carmine?” she suggested. “We don’t know the ending, but we can always hope for the best.”“I like that,” he said. “Besides, there’s a reason we don’t know how the story ends.”“Why?”“Because it doesn’t.”Ah.... the beauty of first love was told perfectly here and with a very realistic yet thrilling twist. Not to mention, you'll get to learn couple of swoon-y Italian lines/words here and there.When Carmine called Haven, "Tesoro", It felt like DeJaVu with Beautiful Disaster when Travis called Abby, "Pidge". I really don't know how to explain it but there's something about these guy giving these girls weird ass names that are just so heartwarming. I guess, that's what happens when you're in love. Love can definitely make you weird and that's the beauty of it.It is a very long read but trust me, it's worth it and you'll definitely be begging for more! I know I am, I can't wait for the sequel. I'm definitely ordering it as soon as it comes out.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book had me expecting worse.
I'm not sure why but I went in expecting not the best and left pleased.
I didn't love it enough to continue the series anytime soon but book one is pretty good. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/54.5 super stars!! I loved so much about this book. The characters were so...real. How JM Darhower did such an amazing job at getting inside the head of these people, I will never know. It takes an amazing amount of talent to create characters that you can relate to when you have lives like theirs.
There was so much about this book that struck me as brilliant. The relationship between Carmine and Haven...so pure and real.Vincent's character, holy crap. He was so awful, yet you felt so much empathy for him. Even the supporting characters were full of life and complexity.
If you want a story that will completely engross you and make you feel, get this. It's honestly one of the most well written books I have read in a long time! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Haven...what a messed up childhood she has had! Never free. Carmine..part-time jerk, part-time hero for me. Throw in the rest of his family whom I hated at the beginning but grew to like as the story unfolded. (And this story is anything but predictable!)This is definitely one of those love/hate reads. Author has you all over the place trying to figure things out. A young love romance with a mob background. Steam, suspense, angst...this book has it all. And while it didn't end on a cliffhanger totally, there is definitely more to this story. Great read!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was unlike anything I have ever read before. It gave me butterflies, made my heart race, and left me with a huge book hangover.
Haven is living in hell. Her mama always tells her to get out and when she does, she gets caught. She is taken to an unknown home that occupies a man and his two boys. She has no idea what to expect... The man is nice, yet mean. He wants to be kind, yet he wants to hurt her. She is scared and when the sons befriend her she is not sure what to think.
Carmine is the typical popular, bad boy with a major attitude. He hooks up with many girls and can't get through a day of school without trouble. He is intrigued by Haven and can't accept what she went through. The more he learns, the more he wants to protect her.
Together they embark on an emotional rollercoaster of first love and forbidden love.
The Author is now on my list of Favorite Authors of All Time!! The storyline pulls you in and doesn't let you out. I found myself wanting to read for hours and never put it down. While it was dark and emotional, it brought light and hope. I was so twisted up in this story and the characters that I found myself talking to the book. There were parts that gutted me, parts that made me swoon, and parts that made me think what in the .... is going to happen. When I finished, I immediately needed book 2.
I highly recommend this book!
Please keep in mind that it is a dark read with an unconventional romance. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It took me forever (see what I did there?) to read this book. I read the ff version and LOVED it and I just thought it wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't read the book because, well, I already knew the story. I kept waiting until I felt like the book version was a bit more price friendly... I wanted to hold this story in my hands, but I finally gave out and got the e-book version. AND I'M SO GLAD I DID!
I just love, love, LOVE this story. And the editing for publishing was so beautifully done, you can tell there was a lot of thought put into it and it really made the book all the better for it.
Carmine and Haven are swoony and complicated and broken and all the things I already knew they would be. I root for them so bad...
But I will always have a soft spot for Dr. DeMarco, I love the depth of his character, he is beautifully written and it makes my heart ache.
Now, I hear there's an Unnamed Sequel to be had...can I get in my hands sooner rather than later? Please and thank you! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Recivied a ARC copy from Netgalley for my honest review, may contain spoilersA sexy novel about two seventeen-year-olds—one a victim of human trafficking; the other the son of the man who enslaved her—who fall in love and question everything they ever believed…Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco grew up under vastly different circumstances. Haven, a second-generation slave, was isolated in the middle of the desert, her days full of hard work and terrifying abuse. Carmine, born into a wealthy Mafia family, lived a life of privilege and excess.Now, a twist of fate causes their worlds to collide. Entangled in a web of secrets and lies, they learn that while different on the surface, they have more in common than anyone would think.In a world full of chaos, where money and power rule, Haven and Carmine yearn to break free, but a string of events that began before either of them were born threatens to destroy them instead. Murder and betrayal are a way of life, and nothing comes without a price—especially not freedom. But how much will they have to sacrifice? Can they escape their pasts? And, most of all, what does it mean to be free?I will start off by saying this book was Amazing for all that happened while reading it. It was my first time reading one of J.M. Darhower books and I was pleased with the writing. The only that got me was when the conversation changed from different characters it was not distinguished. Sempre is about Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco were two teenagers with very very different up bringing they helped each other live again and learn together things that had been forgotten or never knew. They were in love with each other. Haven was born into slavery but not the slavery you are thinking about. It was more being held captive with no way out. Some form of human trafficking in the mob world. Carmine was born into a Hardcore Italian family, his mom was Irish and once a former slave. Carmine the "Mob Prince" is what his godfather called him. Vincent DeMarco was Carmine dad he was a well known doctor with strong ties to the familia he tried his hardest to keep his sons away from that life, but in the end Carmine made the deal with Devil to save Haven the girl he would die for. Carmine mom was murdered when he was young and he witnessed it and that changed there family forever, the murder had to do with information she knew about Haven. Maura, Carmine mom was a women with a need to help others and she set her eyes on Haven when she was very young her need to help her was strong. Vincent tried his hardest to help Haven as his wife would have wanted it, but it wasn't like that at all.That need to help is the main focal point in this book. The events that happened, that occurred, that surrounded this little girl from a child to adult hood can be heart wrenching, happy, sad, and vial. What one person life is to everyone around her means is different to every character in this book. What is very straight forward is the love these 2 teenagers have for each other, one would say what would they know about love. Ones heart is what makes you love someone very strong.I could keep going on about this book but the point is not to tell you every single thing in the book that is not the point. The point is for everyone to read it and get drawn in by this story that is mind boggling. I would definitely wish and hope you take the time to read this book , I most defiantly will PIMP this BOOK out.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5“All those people died and it didn't change anything, because it doesn't work if they don't enforce it. They just ignore it, turn their backs and say it’s not their problem, but it is. It's everyone's problem. They can say slavery ended all they want, but that doesn't make it true. People lie. They'll tell you what they think you wanna hear, and you’ll believe it. Whatever makes you feel better about your dismal little lives.”
I danced around this one for quite a while because I already read it as fanfiction. It's hard to explain but I expect different things from a fanfiction than I do from a book.
While the storyline was the same, this book was still properly edited and hadn't I known that it was a fanfiction before that, I probably wouldn't have guessed it.
To be honest, I was surprised that I loved it just as much the second time around. I have to admit though, reading it the second time, I was a bit more relaxed and could pay more attention to details. When I was reading the fanfiction, I was always so excited when I received an E-mail that it was updated that my eyes flew over the words.
The minute the second book is on the shelves, I'll buy it. I already know a part of what is going to happen if it strays true to it's fanfiction storyline and it won't be an easy read but I know that I will love every second of it.
I really enjoyed the dynamic between Carmine and Haven, especially in the beginning. It doesn't even occur to Carmine and Dominic that she could be a slave, despite her strange behaviour. And I think that's a realistic view - hell, that thought would've never entered my mind had I met someone like Haven.
It shows me that I am, too, naive and ignorant at times and that maybe I should be a little bit more aware of what happens in the world around me.
The characters engaged me completely, the author made it easy to feel right a long with them, empathize with them or feel anger for them and their situations. I adored most of them, a part of me even felt for Dr. DeMarco and the pain he must've felt seeing Haven every day.
This isn't always a pretty story but it tells you a wondeful tale about love, growing up under intense expectations, about forgiveness that's not always easy to give and making amends but most importantly it's about being free, having dreams and simply living your life. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5***Copy provided via Netgalley in exchange for a honest review***
This book ended up being so much more than I expected. It drew me in instantly. I couldn't put it down,wanting to find out what was going to happen next. Trying to figure out every secret.
Haven is a slave. She has been since birth, but when she was seven she saw something that would always stick with her, something that reminded her to always do as she was told. Her life was rough, she was barely alive and malnourished. However, even though she has been through so much she was strong. I think that is what I liked most about Haven. She wanted to live. She could of easily made one wrong move and been killed but the fact that she didn't? She wanted to live. Survivor. I know it sounds a little silly but it is the best way to sum her up. I don't want to say much because I don't want to tell anything so I will leave it at that.
Carmine was more than I expected. I am not sure how I really thought he was going to be though. But I liked him, temper and all. I think he overreacted at times, okay, a lot. But I can understand him. I loved watching him and Haven together. They both grew up. It doesn't matter that they were 17, they truly grew up together. What goes on between these two is what makes this story so good. Carmine may teach Haven about life, but she also teaches him about living as well.
The Mafia aspect of the story was done very well! I love a good crime/mystery story and the turns in the plot kept me on my toes. Some of the twists were expected, other were not. I look forward to reading other books by J.M. Darhower! - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Oh, how I so wanted to like this book. Everyone I know loved it so much. It came so highly recommended. And yet, I just could not get into it.This is the story of Haven, a slave, who is "rescued" and taken to live with Dr. Demarco and his two sons, Dominic and Carmine. It's the story of how Haven slowly grows and eventually becomes free, while learning how to live on her and own and falling in love. It's the story about two young kids fighting to keep their love and their lives. A story of the mafia and it's rules; of death and destruction of family and lives. It's the story of things being withheld and everyone having secrets. It's the story of what it means to be a family and sacrifice everything for the ones you love.The concept of this story was really great. It's really a Cinderella story: Haven being the long lost Italian princess who is treated like the help. The story line is changed around a bit to include "step brothers" and a "step father" rather than the usual female leads. And eventually that family comes around to realize she has much worth.The story started off well, with a good amount of action. And then it just stalls. It felt like I was running through the same scenarios for the entire book: Haven is clueless, Carmine gets frustrated trying to teach her something, Haven learns that thing (sort of) and then they move on to the next thing, all the while falling in love.Part of my issue with this book could be that it was originally written as Twilight Fan Fiction. I found out this information right before I started the book, which (having just come down from a Fifty high and knowing what kind of writing that was) may have clouded my judgment a bit.The the writing was fairly good. I liked the use of the Italian throughout the book. It did give you more of a sense that they were connected to la famiglia. I did think that Carmine cursed too much. While this was supposed to show what his character was like, I think it was quite overdone.The other issue I had was the slowness of the book. It's so long and there is not much action. I kept waiting for something to happen. I had this anticipation which was never quenched. It's not until you get to the last 10% of the book where the story really takes off and things happen. Most of the book you are left in the dark, with the main characters saying "forget it" a lot when they don't want to explain things to each other. This is supposed to make it more suspenseful but with the book being so long it just seemed like it took forever to really get into the story line. About 1/2 way through the book we learn that Haven is not who we thought she was and this information is kept from her to protect her. I found this information confusing, to be honest. I didn't really grasp why they did not want her actual identity revealed. It didn't seem to me that it would have made such a huge difference in the organization.Honestly, I was just bored with this book. It took me over a week to read it, not usual for me when I'm really into a book and don't want to put it down.I give this book a 2.5/5 stars.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sempre was an intricate web of betrayal and lies. The dark and twisted world of the Mafia plays throughout this novel. Haven is a victim of the human trafficking at the hands of these dangerous men, but the story the ensues is shocking and terrifying. Fate leads her into the hands of Vincent DeMarco, but her journey is far from over. As she comes to grips with this unknown world of freedom, she will learn that hope is just over the horizon. Carmine, the Mafian prince and son of Vincent Demarco, has been fighting his own battles for years. Scarred from his owe past he is a prisoner in his own life. Even with the mountainous differences between these characters readers will recognize the common traits that leads to one very dangerous but powerful love story. The twists and turns of this story leave readers exhausted and dizzy with the momentum of change. Never the Less the intensity and captivation will keep you trudging through the journey of highs and lows. This was deeply emotional and gripping novel that will have readers reeling long after the last word. This is not your happy easy love story. While enthralling and captivating it is a long and tedious journey that will not be forgotten. ~BookWhisperer Reviewer JO~
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Sempre - J.M. Darhower
Prologue
BLACKBURN, CALIFORNIA
The building was in shambles, decades of dry desert weather taking a toll on the exterior. It had started out as a town hall, back when the mining companies had a stake in the land, but those times had long since passed. Now it stood alone, withering away in the dark of night—the sole lasting reminder that the area had once flourished.
What had been a place of assembly now held another gathering, one more sinister that seven-year-old Haven was learning about for the first time. Her legs shook and stomach churned as she followed her master into the building, staying on his heels but doing her best not to step on his shiny black shoes.
They walked down a dark, narrow hall, passing a few men along the way. Haven kept her gaze on the floor, the sound of their voices as they greeted her master sending chills of fright down her back. These were new men, strangers, people she hadn’t known existed.
He led her through a door at the end of the hallway, and what met them made her stop in her tracks. The stale scent of sweat and mildew saturated the room, heavy cigar smoke burning her nose. Masses of men stood around, talking loudly, as the sound of crying echoed off the walls, hitting the child like a freight train to the chest. She gasped, her heart racing as her eyes darted around looking for the source of the pain, but she couldn’t see past the sea of bodies.
Her master grabbed hold of her, forcing her in front of him. She cringed as his hands clamped down on her shoulders and walked again at his command. The crowd parted for them, giving the two a clear path, and Haven obediently made her way to the front. She could feel the men staring, their eyes like lasers that burned down deep, making her blood boil as her face turned bright red.
In the front of the room, on a small stage, a few young girls knelt in a line. Tags were pinned to their ragged clothes, a number scribbled on it in black marker. Haven stood as still as possible, trying to ignore her master’s touch, and watched as the crowd tossed money around. One by one the girls were auctioned off to the highest bidder, tears staining their cheeks as men dragged them away.
Frankie!
Haven turned at the sound of her master’s name and recoiled from the man approaching. His face was like cracked leather and mangled with scars, his eyes a blackened pit of coal. In her frightened mind, she mistook him for a monster.
Frankie tightened his grip on her, locking her in place as he greeted the man. Carlo.
I see you brought the girl,
Carlo said. You getting rid of her? Because if so—
Frankie cut him off before he could finish. No, I just thought it would do her some good to see her own kind.
Her own kind. The words fascinated Haven. She looked back at the stage as a new girl came out, a teenager who looked as if she’d been in a fight with some scissors. Dozens of holes peppered her clothes, and her blonde hair was haphazardly chopped in a pixie cut. She was gagged and shackled, the number 33 affixed to her shirt.
Haven wondered—Was she like her? Could they be the same?
Number 33 struggled when the man gripped her arm, resisting more than the others. A split second changed everything as she pulled away, the metal binding her ankles making escape difficult. She jumped off the front of the stage and managed to stay on her feet, bolting for the crowd.
Chaos erupted like a volcano, violent and sudden. Men shouted, and Haven held her breath as Frankie reacted, his movement fluid as he reached into his coat and pulled out a gun. A shot exploded beside Haven, and she jumped, her ears ringing from the sudden bang. Number 33 dropped, the bullet ripping through her forehead and splattering Haven’s blue-jean dress with fresh blood.
Hyperventilating, Haven’s chest painfully heaved as she stared at the body on the floor by her bare feet. Blood streamed from the wound, soaking into the cracked wood and painting the girl’s blonde hair a deep shade of red. Her icy blue eyes remained open, boring into Haven like they could see through her skin.
Frankie returned the gun to his coat and bent down to Haven’s level. She tried to turn away from the carnage, but he gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at Number 33.
That’s what happens when people forget their place,
he said, his voice as cold as the dead eyes she stared into. Remember that.
He stood, resuming his earlier position as he clutched her shoulders. The auction continued as if nothing had happened—as if an innocent girl weren’t slain in front of them all. Number 33 lay lifeless on the floor, and no one in the room gave her a second thought.
No one, that is, except Haven. The vision of it would haunt her forever.
TEN YEARS LATER . . .
1
The hot, dry air burned Haven’s chest. She gasped, struggling to breathe, as the dust kicked up by her frantic feet made it hard for her to see. It wasn’t as if it would help anyway, since it was pitch black out and she had no idea where she was. Everything appeared the same in every direction, nothing but desert all around.
Her feet felt like they were on fire as every muscle in her body screamed for her to stop. It grew harder and harder to continue with each step, her strength deteriorating as her adrenaline faded. A bang rang out, her footsteps faltering as she swung in the direction of the noise, spotting a faint glow of light in the distance. A house.
She darted toward it, trying to yell for help but no sound escaped her throat. Her body revolted against her, giving out when she needed it most. The light grew brighter the harder she ran until all she saw was a flash of white. Blinded, she tripped and collapsed to the ground, pain running through her in waves as the light surrounding her burned out entirely.
The basement was dark and damp, the only exit a set of metal doors locked with heavy chains. With no windows, it was sweltering, the air polluted with the stench of sewer. Dried blood tinged the concrete floor like old splatters of red paint, a grotesque canvas of prolonged misery.
Haven lay in the corner, her frail body unmoving, except for the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Her long brown hair, usually somewhat frizzy, was so matted it appeared only half its length. By society’s standards, she was as sickly as they come. Jutting collarbones and limbs like twigs, her ribs could be counted through her bruised and bloodied skin. She thought herself to be healthy, though. She’d seen people worse than her before.
The day had begun like every other. Haven woke up at dawn and spent most of the morning cleaning. In the afternoon she spent some time with her mama, the two of them sitting against the side of the old wooden house. Neither spoke as the sound of the television filtered out of an open window above them. The news told of a hurricane brewing in the south and a war waging in Iraq, the significance of both lost on Haven.
Her mama said listening to it was a waste of time, because their slice of the world was barely a blip on the big radar, but Haven couldn’t help herself. The five o’clock news was the highlight of her day. She needed to feel like she was real, that something—or someone—she’d had contact with still existed out in the world, somewhere.
Screaming started inside the house, interrupting the news as fighting made its way into the living room. Haven climbed to her feet, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, when she heard something that stopped her in her tracks. I want the girl gone!
I know, Katrina! I’m working on it!
Not hard enough!
Katrina was the lady of the house, a harsh woman with short black hair and wickedly pointy features. Get rid of her already!
Get rid of her already. The words suffocated Haven. The fighting moved from the living room to upstairs, their voices fading as tense silence crept in.
She was in serious trouble.
This world’s scary,
her mama whispered. People will hurt you. They’ll do things to you, sick things . . . the kind of things I hope you never know about. And they’ll trick you. They’ll lie to you. You have to be on guard at all times, baby girl.
Haven didn’t like where the conversation was going. Why are you telling me this?
Because you need to know,
she said. You have to run.
Haven stared at her in disbelief. Run?
Yes, tonight. There’s more to life than this, and I’m afraid of what will happen if you stay here.
But I can’t run, Mama. I don’t know what’s out there!
People out there can help you.
Tears formed in Haven’s eyes. I can’t leave you.
It’s the only way,
she said. You have to get away from here, find someone and tell them who you are. They’ll—
Save you?
Haven asked, finishing her sentence. Will they come here?
Maybe.
Something sparked in her eyes. Hope?
Then I’ll do it,
Haven said, for you.
After nightfall, when Haven thought no one would look for her until morning, she quietly slipped away. She ran for the world outside of the ranch, determined to find help so she’d never have to return.
Waking up in the musty basement, she realized she’d failed.
A clanking jolted Haven awake, a blinding light assaulting her. Cringing, she noticed the doors open and someone standing a few feet away. A man with olive skin approached, his dark hair slicked back on his head. He wore black pants and a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Haven gaped at the silver gun holstered to his belt.
Her voice cracked. Are you the police?
The man knelt near her, setting a small black bag on the floor. He didn’t answer but gave her a bemused smile as he pressed his large palm to her forehead.
Haven closed her drowsy eyes and got lost in the silence until the man finally spoke. She opened her eyes again, surprised by his gentle tone, but recoiled when she met a hostile glare.
Behind the stranger stood someone she knew well. Michael, or Master as he preferred to be called, scowled at her with his dark eyes, the whites of them dingy yellow. His lip was curled in a sneer, his wiry hair graying around the ears.
Relax, child,
the stranger said. It’s going to be all right.
She looked at him, wondering if she could believe it, and panicked when he pulled a needle out of his bag. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he grabbed her and jabbed it into her shoulder blade.
I’m not going to hurt you,
he said, letting go and handing the offending little weapon to Michael. I’m only trying to help.
Help?
Her mama had told her people out there would help, but she’d also warned her that some of them would lie. Haven wasn’t sure which group this man fell in to, but she leaned toward the latter.
Yes, help.
The man stood. You need to rest. Save your energy.
He walked away, and her master followed him without saying a word. Haven lay there, too drained to make sense of it, and her eyes closed when she heard their voices again.
She looks horrible!
the man yelled, all trace of kindness gone. How could you let this happen, Antonelli?
I didn’t mean for it to,
Michael said. I didn’t know she’d try to run!
This started before yesterday, and you know it! You should’ve been watching her!
I know. I’m sorry.
You should be.
Haven started to slip away, but before sleep took her, the man spoke once more. I’ll give you what you want for her, but I’m not happy about this. At all.
Haven awoke later, still on the concrete floor. Every inch of her ached, and she grimaced as she struggled to sit up. A throat cleared nearby, the stranger once again standing in the basement with her. How do you feel?
She wrapped her arms protectively around herself as he moved toward her. Okay.
His voice was calm but firm. The truth.
Sore,
she reluctantly admitted. My head hurts.
I’m not surprised.
He knelt down and reached toward her, the movement making her flinch. I’m not going to hit you, child.
He felt her forehead and grasped her chin, surveying her face. Do you know who I am?
She shook her head, although something about him struck her as familiar. She thought she might’ve seen him from a distance before, one of the visitors she’d been kept away from throughout the years. I’m Dr. Vincent DeMarco.
Doctor?
They’d never gotten medical attention before, even for the severest of problems.
Yes, I’m a doctor,
he said, but I’m also an associate of the Antonellis. I arrived after you went missing. You suffered a minor concussion, and you’re dehydrated, but there’s no permanent damage that I can see. You’re lucky you were found. You could’ve died out there.
A sinking feeling settled into the pit of Haven’s stomach, a small part of her wishing she would have. It had to be better than being killed at the hands of a monster.
Dr. DeMarco looked at his watch. Do you think you can walk? We should leave soon.
We?
Yes, you’re going to be staying with me now.
She shook her head, cringing as her pain intensified. I can’t leave my mama. She needs me!
Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you ran away.
She tried to explain, her words sluggish. They were going to kill me. I didn’t have a choice.
You always have a choice, child,
he said. In fact, you have one right now.
You’re giving me a choice?
Of course I am. You can come with me.
Or?
He shrugged. Or you stay here, and I’ll leave without you. But before you decide, tell me something. You ran away because you thought they were going to kill you. What do you think they’ll do to you now?
She stared at her dirt-caked feet. So I either go with you or I die? What kind of choice is that?
One I suppose you won’t like making,
he said, but it is a choice, nonetheless.
Tense silence brewed between them. Haven didn’t like this manipulating man. What do you want me for?
She was used to being punished for speaking out of turn, but she had nothing to lose. What would he do, kill her?
I never said I wanted you, but I’m a busy man. I can use someone to cook and clean.
You can’t pay someone?
She regretted the question immediately and backtracked. At least it would be legal. I think this is illegal. Isn’t it?
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure.
I suppose it technically is, but—
Before he could finish, shouts rang out above them in the house. Haven flinched at the loud thump and startled cry, tears stinging her eyes when she realized Michael was hurting her mama.
Dr. DeMarco sighed. Look, I’m not going to wait around all night waiting for you. If you don’t want my help, so be it. Stay here and die.
The man stood to leave. Haven climbed to her feet, muttering, Why me?
She wanted to believe there was a point to it all, but she wasn’t sure anymore.
He gave a slight shake of the head. I wish I knew.
The soles of Haven’s feet burned as Dr. DeMarco led her out of the basement. I’m not chasing you if you run,
he said, laughing bitterly when her panicked eyes darted to his gun. I’m not going to shoot you, either.
You’re not?
No,
he said. I’ll shoot your mother instead.
She gasped as he let go of her arm. Please don’t hurt her!
Stay where you are and I won’t have to,
he said, walking away.
Although her legs were weak and she felt dizzy, Haven refused to move an inch as he disappeared inside the house. The sky glowed bright orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting distorted shadows along the ground in front of her. She didn’t know what day it was, had no clue how much time had passed. She scanned what she could see of the property, searching for some sign of her mama. She wanted to call out to her, to find her. She wanted to ask what she was supposed to do.
But her mama never appeared. The sun disappeared, and out of the darkness came Dr. DeMarco again. He didn’t look at her as he opened a door to a black car. Time to go.
Timidly, Haven slid into the rigid passenger seat and peered around as he slammed the door. The harsh stench of fresh leather in the confined space made her feel like a weight was pressing on her chest. She had trouble breathing, struggling to stay calm when he climbed in beside her. Dr. DeMarco frowned as he reached into the backseat for his bag. He pulled out another needle and stuck her without a word.
Blackness came again.
The small road cut through the dense forest, the painted lines so faded it appeared made for one car. A new highway diverted traffic from the area, so the only people who navigated there were locals and those who lost their way. Haven lay slumped over in the passenger seat of a car, woozy as she watched the trees whipping past in the darkness. She turned from the window, fighting sickness. Her eyes found the clock on the dashboard, the numbers glowing a quarter after twelve.
She’d been out for hours.
I didn’t mean to sedate you for so long,
Dr. DeMarco said, noticing her movement. You slept the entire flight.
In an airplane?
He nodded. It was her first time even being near a plane. She wasn’t sure whether to be glad it was over or disappointed she’d missed it. Where are we now?
Almost home.
Home. Haven didn’t know what that meant.
Before we get there, I want to make something clear,
Dr. DeMarco said. You’re going to have some normalcy living with us, but don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I expect your loyalty, and if you betray my trust in any way, there will be consequences. As long as you remember that, we won’t have any problems.
He paused. I want you to be comfortable with us, though, so you can speak freely as long as you’re respectful.
I’d never disrespect you, sir.
Never say never. Sometimes we don’t realize when we’re being disrespectful.
Haven wondered what he meant by that, but he didn’t explain. Do you have any questions?
You said ‘us.’ Do you have a family?
I do. I have two sons, ages seventeen and eighteen.
Oh.
She was on the verge of panicking. She hadn’t been around many people her age and had never had any contact with teenage boys. Studying him, she noticed the plain gold band gleaming under the moonlight on his left hand. Married. And your wife, sir? Their mama?
The moment the question came from her lips, Dr. DeMarco’s demeanor shifted. His posture stiffened and his jaw clenched as he stared straight ahead, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned as white as bone, conversation ceasing.
So much for speaking freely.
The car turned off the pavement and drove down a bumpy path that cut through the dense trees. They came to a clearing, and Haven gaped at the house that came into sight. The old plantation home stood three stories high, with columns spanning the height of the structure. The white paint was faded, tinting the exterior a dull gray. A large porch wrapped around the first floor, with smaller ones running the lengths of the second and third.
Dr. DeMarco parked between a smaller black car and a silver one, and Haven stepped out cautiously, taking in her surroundings. All she could see in the darkness beyond were trees, while a porch light made the gravel faintly visible beneath her feet. Dr. DeMarco grabbed his luggage before heading toward the front door, and she limped behind with empty hands, having nothing of her own to carry. She’d never had much, all of her clothes ragged hand-me-downs that she’d left behind without a choice.
After stepping onto the porch, Dr. DeMarco pressed his finger to a small panel on a rectangular keypad. It beeped before he opened the door. Haven stepped into the house, pausing as he closed the door and punched something into an identical keypad on the inside.
A green light flashed as a lock clicked into place, the door automatically securing itself. It’s wired into a computer network,
Dr. DeMarco explained. The house is impenetrable, the glass bulletproof and windows nailed shut. You need a code or fingerprint authorization to get in or out.
What happens if there’s a power failure, sir?
It’s on a backup generator.
And if the generator doesn’t work?
Then I suppose you’ll stay locked inside until power’s restored.
Will I have a code?
Maybe someday, when I feel I can trust you with one,
he said. After what you pulled in Blackburn, I’m sure you can understand my position. I’m a lot closer to civilization than they were.
She couldn’t understand his position, refused to try. What happens if there’s an emergency?
There are ways around the system, but I don’t foresee any situations that require you to know those tricks.
But what if there’s a fire and I need to get out?
Dr. DeMarco gazed at her. You’re a crafty one, aren’t you?
Before she could respond, he turned away. I’ll show you around.
Straight in front of them was the family room, with several couches and a television on one of the walls. A fireplace was tucked in the back beside a piano, the wooden floor shining from the glow of the moon streaming through the large windows. To the left was a kitchen filled with stainless-steel appliances, an island in the center with pots and pans hanging above it. The dining room behind that had the longest table Haven had ever seen, big enough to accommodate fourteen. She wondered how often all those seats were taken, unable to imagine cooking for that many people. To the right were a bathroom and a laundry room, as well as an office tucked underneath the staircase.
The second floor belonged to Dr. DeMarco—a bedroom and a bathroom, along with another office and a spare room. Some of the doors had keypads beside them, a sign Haven wouldn’t be going into those rooms.
They continued up to the third floor, the stairs ending in a large open space. A window lined the back wall, in front of it stood a table with two plush gray chairs. The other three walls held doors leading to bedrooms, but the area itself was packed full of bookcases. Hundreds of dusty books lined the shelves. Haven stared in shock, having never dreamed of seeing so many before.
Our library,
Dr. DeMarco said. It doesn’t get much use and I imagine it still won’t, considering Antonelli said you couldn’t read.
Haven could feel his eyes on her, but she remained quiet and didn’t meet his gaze.
A door opened nearby and a boy stepped out from one of the bedrooms. He was tall and lanky, with shaggy brown hair. Dr. DeMarco turned to him. Dominic, this is, uh . . . She’s going to be staying here.
Dominic eyed her curiously. Hey.
Hello, sir,
she said, her voice shaky.
His laughter echoed through the room. Oh, that won’t do. Just call me Dom.
Dom headed downstairs as Dr. DeMarco led her across the library, striding past the middle door without a word and stopping at the last. This is where you’ll sleep. Go in. I’ll be back.
Haven hesitantly stepped inside. The furniture, the curtains, and the carpet were all plain, everything a dull white with dustings of wood. Most of the house held the same effect, the walls empty and rooms uncluttered. There were no pictures and no knick-knacks, nothing to hold any sentimental value. Nothing to give her any idea of what type of people she was dealing with.
She still stood just inside the doorway when Dr. DeMarco returned with a pile of clothes. They’ll be big, but at least they’re clean.
She took them. Thank you, sir.
You’re welcome,
he said. Get cleaned up and settle in. This is your home now, too.
He’d said it again. Home. She had lived with the Antonellis her entire life and never heard it referred to as home.
Dr. DeMarco walked away but stopped after a few steps. Oh, and help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you’re hungry, but don’t try to burn down my house. Doing so won’t get you a code any faster. I’ll let you burn to death before I let you outsmart me.
Haven ran her hand along the fluffy comforter. She’d never had a bed before, much less a bedroom of her own. Her nights in Blackburn had been spent in the stables, in a back stall on a worn-down mattress with some of the springs exposed. The temperature was comfortable there at night, so she hadn’t had much use for blankets, one of the ratty covers they kept for the horses enough for the occasions it did get cold. She preferred not to use them, because they were itchy on her skin, nothing like the material against her fingertips now.
After stripping out of her old clothes, Haven went into the connecting bathroom. A large tub sat in the corner with a long counter and a sink across from it, a rectangular mirror on the wall above the sink.
Hesitantly, Haven surveyed her reflection, her sunken cheeks and the cuts covering her face. A bruise ran along the right side of her jaw while blood caked her hairline from a gash in her forehead.
It was like a layer of dirt had settled on her body, tinting her skin a slightly darker shade, but it wasn’t enough to cover her scars. There were dozens she could see and even more on her back, constant reminders of what she’d been through. The bruises faded and sometimes so did the memories, but the scars . . . the scars remained.
She drew a bath and slid into it, hissing as the scalding water came into contact with her skin. She scrubbed every inch of her body raw as tears pooled in her eyes, overwhelmed and unsure about what would come of her. Dr. DeMarco had been civilized, but she wasn’t fooled by his gentle voice and small tokens of independence. Nothing came without a price. While Dr. DeMarco might not have looked like a monster, she wasn’t naïve enough to believe one didn’t live inside of him, lurking under the surface.
Experience told her one always did.
She got out after the water cooled and found a towel in a small cabinet. It smelled like flowers and was soft against her skin as she wrapped it around her body. Heading back into the bedroom, she grabbed the clothes and slipped on the black flannel pants. They hung limp on her frail form, and she had to roll them up to keep them in place. She grabbed a white t-shirt and unfolded it, noticing the football on the front. Turning it over, she flinched at the big black number 3 covering the back.
Time passed slowly as sleep evaded Haven. She huddled under the blanket, trying to find comfort, but the stillness was unsettling. It was too new, too foreign. A prickly sensation crept across her skin as the walls closed in on her, hunger and anxiety taking its toll.
In the early morning hours, it got to be too much, and she quietly slipped downstairs. The hallways were dark, but she noticed a subtle glow of light in the kitchen. Tiptoeing to the doorway, she peeked inside and saw a boy in front of the refrigerator. He was a few inches taller than her, his skin the color of coffee with a lot of extra cream. A few days’ worth of stubble accented his sharp features, and his thick hair was dark, shorter on the sides than on the top. His gray shirt hugged his chest, the short sleeves shoved up to his shoulders. Ink marked his right arm, a tattoo she couldn’t make out in the darkness, and he had on a pair of pants identical to the ones she wore.
He drank juice from a glass, unaware of her presence, and Haven took a step back to flee. The movement caught his eye, and he turned in her direction, the drink slipping from his hand when he spotted her. It hit the floor and shattered, the spray of liquid soaking his pants.
Jumping back, he looked down at himself. Shit!
The curse sent Haven into a panic, and she darted forward to clean up the mess. He bent down at the same moment Haven dove to his feet, their heads colliding. The force knocked him backward, a piece of jagged glass stabbing him when he caught himself on the floor. He cursed again as blood oozed from the small gash and stuck his wounded thumb into his mouth. She noticed, as she looked at him, a scar running through his right eyebrow, slicing it in half.
His gaze lifted, a pair of vibrant green eyes greeting Haven, intense passion swirling in the color that took her breath away. She broke eye contact, her chest tightening as she snatched a towel from the counter to clean up the juice. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pushed the glass into a pile, but she was disrupted when his hand seized her wrist. She yelped at the zap of static electricity, and he blinked rapidly, just as caught off guard.
What’s wrong with you?
he asked, gripping her tightly.
I’m sorry,
she said. Please don’t punish me.
Before either could get out another word, the overhead light flicked on and Dr. DeMarco’s harsh voice rang out. Let her go!
The boy dropped her wrist so fast it was as if he’d been savagely burned. Sorry,
he said, the word barely audible as he climbed to his feet.
Haven struggled to breathe as Dr. DeMarco poured a glass of water from the faucet and handed it to her. Drink,
he commanded. She forced the water down and gagged, her stomach more interested in expelling its contents. What happened here?
They replied at the same time, answering in sync. It was an accident.
It won’t happen again, sir,
Haven continued. I swear.
Dr. DeMarco blinked a few times. "It’s not often two people accept blame around here."
As if on cue, the boy spoke again. Yeah, well, it wasn’t really my fault. She scared me. She’s a fucking ninja or something.
Dr. DeMarco pinched the bridge of his nose. Watch your mouth, son. Go get ready for school.
He started to argue, but Dr. DeMarco’s hand shot up to silence him. The sudden movement startled Haven. She recoiled, bracing to be struck.
The boy eyed her strangely. What the hell’s wrong with—?
I said go!
Dr. DeMarco said. I don’t have time for you.
Fine, what-the-fuck-ever.
Dr. DeMarco turned to her after the boy stormed out. "He isn’t usually . . . well, never mind; that’s a lie. He is usually like this. He’s finicky and angry, but that’s neither here nor there. He’s set in his ways, and it doesn’t matter what I do. Carmine is who he is."
Carmine. A strange name for a strange boy.
Why are you up, anyway?
he asked. I figured you’d sleep most of the day to recover.
I didn’t know what time I was supposed to get up.
You get up whenever you get up,
he said. You can go back to bed now.
But what about—?
He didn’t let her finish. I’ll handle this. Don’t worry about doing anything today. Just rest.
2
I need a favor.
Carmine stepped past his father, refusing to acknowledge he’d spoken. The scent of freshly brewed coffee was strong in the kitchen as Vincent cleaned the sticky mess from the floor. The knees of his newest Armani suit were soaked with juice, and Carmine got a tiny bit of satisfaction from that fact.
Are you ignoring me now, son?
Oh, are you talking to me? I thought you didn’t have time for me this morning.
Vincent stood. I certainly don’t have time for your attitude, but I do need a favor.
Of course you do.
Vincent pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to him. Ask Dia if she’ll grab this stuff after school today. I’d do it myself, but I know nothing about things teenage girls need.
Carmine laughed. I don’t think Dia knows shit about teenage girls, either.
She knows enough,
he said. Just do it.
Carmine shoved it into his pocket. Whatever. Is it for the ninja girl? Who is she, anyway?
Do you honestly care?
No.
The word came out before he gave it any thought. He wasn’t sure what to think.
Then it doesn’t matter who she is,
Vincent said. But she needs things, so don’t forget to ask Dia.
I heard you the first time,
he said. It would’ve been nice to have some warning you were bringing someone here, though. Where’d she come from?
Vincent poured some coffee into his silver travel mug. I thought you didn’t care.
I don’t.
Then again—it doesn’t matter,
he said. All that matters is she’s here now.
Whatever.
Whatever,
Vincent mimicked him, shaking his head. It’s nice to see the money I paid to send you to Benton Academy made you more articulate.
Carmine shuddered at the mention of that place.
He’d landed in trouble the year before—trouble that could have ruined his life—but his father had pulled some strings to get him out of it. He hadn’t exactly been forgiving, though, and had shipped him to a boarding school across the country for a semester. Carmine swore the moment he was on the plane heading home that nothing like it would happen again, but it was a lot easier said than done. He never went looking for it, but trouble found him every time he turned a corner.
And Carmine turned a lot of motherfucking corners.
Yeah, well, you should’ve saved your pennies. Your life would be easier if you would’ve let me rot.
I bet you truly believe that,
Vincent said, glancing at his watch. I have to get cleaned up for work. Just remember to ask Dia—
I already said I heard you. How many times are you going to remind me?
Until I know you won’t forget.
Well, I won’t.
Good,
he said, because if you do, we’re going to have a problem.
Dia Harper drove an old Toyota, slate gray and missing two hubcaps. She’d bought it with money she earned freelancing, which meant she’d do nearly anything for a few bucks. Shopping, cleaning, passing messages . . . She’d even written a term paper for Carmine for fifty dollars once. A leak in the exhaust system made the car emit strong gas fumes that she tried to cover with a dozen tree-shaped air fresheners. Carmine wouldn’t be caught dead riding in it, but to Dia, the car was the Holy Grail.
She was perched on the hood of it in the parking lot that morning when Carmine arrived at school. I still don’t get it,
she said, shaking her head as soon as he stepped out. Explain it again.
Carmine leaned against his black Mazda in the spot beside her. There’s nothing to get. It is what it is.
What is it?
Sex,
he said, laughing at the bewildered expression on Dia’s face. Her blue eyes were hidden beneath layers of dark makeup, and she’d added some pink and purple streaks to her short blonde hair since yesterday. She defined eccentric in her mismatched clothes, her new bulky camera hanging by a strap around her neck. Nothing about Dia conformed, which was what had drawn Carmine to her in the first place. Although he was popular, there weren’t many people he considered friends. He felt there were two types of people in the small town of Durante, North Carolina, where they lived—those who wanted him, and those who wished they could be him. Dia was different, though. She was honest and, living in a world surrounded by nothing but lies, Carmine appreciated that.
But why Lisa?
Dia asked, refusing to drop the subject.
Carmine looked across the parking lot at where a group of girls had gathered and shrugged when he spotted Lisa Donovan. She had long blonde hair, her body slim and skin darkly tanned. She looked like every other girl in school—nothing to write home about.
Not that there was anyone at his home who gave a shit about his life . . .
She’s quick to get naked. Less work for me.
Gross.
Dia wrinkled her nose. You need a decent girl to straighten you out.
I don’t need straightened out,
Carmine said. Why drown in love when you can have so much fun swimming around in lust?
But her?
Dia pressed. "Out of everyone in this school, you pick Moanin’ Lisa."
Carmine chuckled, tugging on a chunk of Dia’s colorful hair. Looks like you’re the painting today, Warhol.
Hey, I’ll take it,
she said. Andy Warhol was one of the best.
He was crazy.
Maybe, but he was still a genius.
She nodded toward the group of girls. Which Moanin’ Lisa, clearly, is not. I don’t think she can even string together a sentence. Have you tried to have an intelligent conversation with her? It’s like talking to a brick wall.
No, we don’t do a lot of talking,
he said. She’s not so bad from behind with her face shoved into a mattress, though.
Dia shook her head as Carmine laughed again. He had no real interest in Lisa, or any other girl for that matter. But while a relationship was the furthest thing from his mind, he’d realized there were benefits to keeping female company. They might not have been intellectually stimulating, but they did stimulate another part of him . . . often.
A silver Audi whipped into the parking lot then, coming to a stop beside them. Dominic hopped out from behind the wheel and Tess, his girlfriend, climbed from the passenger seat. Tess was Dia’s twin sister, but the two couldn’t have been more opposite.
They’d all known one another since they moved to the area in elementary school, but the relationship between Dominic and Tess was new. It was strange—the life Carmine had left wasn’t the same one he’d returned to, and he had a hard time adjusting to the change.
What are y’all up to?
Dominic asked.
Trying to get Carmine to see the error of his ways when it comes to Lisa,
Dia said. It’s not working.
Can’t say I’m surprised,
Tess said. No girl with an ounce of self-respect would want him.
I’m not that bad. I’m rich, popular. I have a sense of humor. I’m good looking, and not to mention I have a really big—
They all groaned loudly before he could finish. He shrugged, thinking he’d summed himself up nicely. "Besides, it’s not like I plan to date her. The only time you’ll catch me asking a girl out is after I’m done with her, and I’m asking her to get out."
See, that’s why you’ll always be alone,
Tess said. You only think about yourself.
So says the vainest bitch alive,
he said. You better be careful throwing stones in your glass house, Tess. You’re liable to get cut.
Enough, you two,
Dominic said, stepping between them. Carmine’s free to do whatever—or whomever—he wants, so get off his back. But, bro, you better watch yourself, threatening my girl.
I didn’t threaten her. I warned her. She ought to thank me.
Rolling her eyes, Tess stalked off, and Dominic followed behind, calling her name. The routine happened daily: Tess gets mad, stomps away, and Dominic chases her like a dog.
Carmine didn’t see the appeal. He’s pathetic.
He’s in love.
If that’s what love does to you, you can definitely count me out.
He couldn’t imagine spending every waking moment of every day with the same person, doing the same shit they did the day before. That has to be boring.
And what you do isn’t?
He looked at her incredulously. You think my life is boring? I get what I want, when I want it. I enjoy my freedom too much to give it away for some bitch.
Dia cringed. Do you have to use that word?
What word?
She glared at him but didn’t respond. Carmine knew what word she meant, but he didn’t see the big deal, considering it was just that—a word. Whatever happened to sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me
?
The bell rang in the distance, signaling the start of school. Here comes Moanin’ Lisa,
Dia said, hopping down from her car. And yeah, a girl would be lucky to have you, Carmine, but not like this. You’re wasting your time, and it’s not worth it. You need to find something that is.
She scurried away before he had a chance to reply.
Hey, handsome,
Lisa said as she approached. She leaned against his car, beaming, but he pulled her away from it. He hated people touching his things. She didn’t notice, though, and ran her hand down his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. You look good today.
"Thanks, but you know what would look really good today?"
What?
"Bocchino. He brushed his pointer finger across her pink glossy lips.
That mouth on me."
A sharp pain ricocheted through Carmine’s head as warmth streamed down the side of his face. Every ounce of rationality left his body in a whoosh. He was bleeding. Again.
Unacceptable.
A frantic voice rung out, adamantly apologizing, but the words seemed distant as Carmine’s temper dangerously flared. He slammed the locker door that had struck him before pouncing, hurling a boy into another row of lockers, his clenched fist landing straight into his stomach.
Someone stepped between them, and Carmine nearly swung again until their eyes connected. Coach Woods towered over him, nostrils flaring. Principal’s office!
Me? This is bullshit!
Coach Woods glared at him. Don’t speak that way in my locker room! I’ll bench you!
As starting quarterback for the varsity football team, Carmine was usually afforded a bit of leniency, but he could tell from his coach’s expression that today was an exception. He grabbed a towel, holding it to his forehead to soak up the trickle of blood as he stormed out.
The secretary in the front office barely glanced at Carmine when he busted in, throwing himself down in a chair to impatiently wait. She casually radioed the principal, notifying him someone was waiting. Principal Rutledge came out, merely casting Carmine a look that told him to join him. Carmine took his usual seat in the cracked brown leather chair in the small office, still clutching the towel to his head as he sprawled his legs out in front of him.
What happened this time?
It was a question Principal Rutledge seemed to have asked Carmine every week since his freshman year.
Someone hit me with a locker door.
Intentionally?
Carmine shrugged. Might as well have been.
The principal picked up his office phone, dialing a number he’d long ago memorized. Carmine glanced around the small space while he waited. He noticed a new picture frame on top of a filing cabinet with a photo of the man’s daughter, a curvy sophomore with brown hair and hazel eyes.
Your daughter’s looking good these days.
Leave her alone, Carmine.
He chuckled but didn’t have time to respond before the principal focused on the call. Dr. DeMarco, Jack Rutledge here . . . Yes . . . I’m doing well, how about you? Yes, well, there was an incident . . . He is injured . . . No, I don’t think the other boy is . . . He’s still in my office . . . No, he hasn’t been seen by the nurse.
Principal Rutledge looked at him. Do you think you’ll need stitches?
Carmine shrugged, but the man didn’t wait for him to respond. Yes, we do have a procedure in place for injured students . . . I understand that . . . With all due respect, I don’t think it’s that serious . . . No, you’re right; I’m not a doctor.
He paused, his eyes bulging. Yes, the school’s insured, but I don’t think this is a case of negligence.
Carmine slowly smirked. Most people didn’t know what type of man his father truly was, but he managed to terrify the shit out of them anyway.
I’ll send him right over.
The principal hung up, eyeing him cautiously. You need to go to the hospital to be checked out. I should’ve sent you right away. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Carmine stood. Yeah, I don’t know, either.
Carmine went through the emergency room entrance at the hospital, bypassing the nurse’s station for his father’s office on the third floor. Vincent sat at his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He motioned for Carmine to come closer and checked his wound. You should get a few stitches.
Nice.
Vincent removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his