want to know if you took money to leave me alone,” she’d asked quietly.
“What did you expect, that I’d refuse?” he’d shot at her, his face emotionless, his hands clenched, his white T-shirt stained with grease, like his hands. “I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, little lady. I have to work for my living. Yes, I took it! You didn’t really think I’d prefer you to easy street?” he added, taunting her.
She hadn’t answered. She’d been too shocked and hurt to utter a sound.
That had angered him, she recalled, as if her silence was in some way more difficult to bear than her anger would have been. “Get out of my life,” he’d yelled at her. “I don’t want you, little rich girl. You were just a novelty in the first place, until you became a gold mine. So get lost, will you?”
“Sure,” she’d replied, shaking. “My mistake, Mr. Stephano, I thought you loved me.”
“Did I ever say so?” he’d scoffed, laughing. “Don’t you know when a man’s got the hots for you?”
“I do now, don’t I?” she’d replied, although something inside her had died when he laughed at her. “I won’t bother you again.”
She had run. It was the only time she could remember running from a problem, but she’d run all the way home, sobbing wildly. And it had taken her two days to get over it. By then her parents were determined to get her out of town, to keep her from being tempted into seeing him again. They sent her to an exclusive boarding school in western Massachusetts where she learned to live again. And now that expensive upbringing was paying off. Now she had the poise to take on Marc Stephano and pay off a very old, very bitter debt.
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