Renata Vitali by Huntington Parker S

Author:Huntington, Parker S.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PSH Publishing House
Published: 2019-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.

Sophie Kinsella

Now that you’re friends with Miriam, she will bring her dad to you when the abuse gets too big to hide from him. They’ll ask you for help. You’ll convince them that dethroning Angelo is the only way.

I’d gotten the message from The Benefactor exactly two weeks after Renata arrived in Devils Ridge. I waited. Waited. Then, waited some more. I almost thought The Benefactor had gotten something wrong when Miriam and her father ambled their way into The Landing Strip.

The dark club shadowed Miriam, but I could see the shiner burgeoning on her eye. The closer she came, the more bruises I caught. She hid them with makeup and long sleeves, but I’d gotten good at recognizing abuse.

When they approached me, I stood and led them to Irene’s private room. The three of us sat on the leather, neither Miriam nor her dad Manuel talking.

I took pity on them. “He hit you again.”

My dad’s advisor Jacapo was a real nasty piece of work. When I was ten, he’d walked in on my father beating me and stayed to watch. It wasn’t a stretch to assume he was responsible for Miriam’s bruises.

Manuel glanced at his daughter before returning his gaze to me. “Yes. I don’t know how long Mir’s been hiding this from me, but even a second is too long.” His voice caught, and he paused. “It’s too long, Damian.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry this is happening to you, Miriam. You deserve better. But the options here are slim. If you flee, Jacapo will find you. If you kill him, you’ll end up in jail or Angelo will kill you both.”

Miriam tugged at the collar of her dress, a nervous tick I’d noticed a while back. “We were hoping you could go to your dad, and…” Her voice trailed off as I stood, turned around, and lifted my shirt. Her gasp echoed in the small room. “Oh, my God. Damian.”

It felt bittersweet to show my scars. People saw scars as vulnerability, but these were my choice. I let Angelo hit me. Not because I was weak, but because I could take it while I waited for my plan to fall into place.

I also found justice in using the scars Angelo gave me against him. They would be a useful tool in converting more De Luca members, starting with Miriam and Manuel. But I couldn’t go around lifting my shirt without cause. It would raise suspicions.

Maybe later, Angelo would slip up again and leave a mark somewhere visible. Somewhere people couldn’t ignore. Like a black eye people would ask me about and I could “reluctantly” attribute to Angelo. Show them how unhinged he’d become to his own son. Show them that, if they stepped wrong, this could be them unless I dethroned Angelo.

“Son—”

I was no one’s son, and I needed to make that clear. “I’m not showing this to garner sympathy. I’m showing you both my scars to show you the type of man Angelo is.

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