“What do you mean?”
Mia closed her eyes, letting tears trickle down her cheeks. “After the mirror shattered, Jason picked up one of the broken shards. He first brought it to my neck—told me if I ever didn’t call him again, he would kill me. Then he said he wanted to leave me something physical to remind me of my mistake. It was summer, and I was wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps, which he said made me look like a whore.” Opening her eyes, Mia stared out at the water. “He said he was going to cut me for every time he called me, and I ignored him.” She glanced over at me. “That’s where the five lines came from.”
Rage burned through me, causing me to shudder from head to toe. My fists clenched involuntarily. “Give me his name. That’s all I need. Not an address or a phone number. Just his name,” I demanded.
“AJ,” Mia protested.
“I mean it. I don’t think I can rest until I track down that low-life piece of shit and take a piece out of his worthless hide for every time he hurt you.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I—”
Mia held her up hand. “AJ, trust me when I say this. Jason got what was coming to him.”
“What do you mean?”
She gave me a tight smile. “I’m Sicilian, remember? After my dad calmed down enough to speak and think somewhat coherently, he called some of his buddies from his old neighborhood back in Jersey.”
“You’re telling me that they made Jason an offer he couldn’t refuse?”
“To the tune of beating him so badly he was hospitalized in a full body cast.”
“Good for your dad. Of course, I would have preferred they render him dickless as well.”
Mia chuckled. “Don’t think Daddy didn’t contemplate having his associates take care of that.”
“Hell, I admired him before, but now I admire him even more.”
“Yeah, well, nobody hurts his little girl.”
“I’ll remember to never piss off your dad, because I sure as hell don’t want to end up sleeping with the fishes.”
Mia’s expression lightened, and I could tell she was fighting hard not to smile. “For you, being dickless would be a fate worse than death.”
Wincing, I cupped my crotch. “I gotta agree with you on that one.”
This time she did smile, and I was so fucking glad to see her smiling again. It was timid—one I had never seen on her face before. Normally, she is so confident, strong. I closed the gap between us. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all that shit.”
“Thank you. But I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Why?” I demanded.
“Because my past keeps fucking things up for us. I mean, I just had a major freak-out back there when you were only teasing me. As hard as I try, I can’t seem to put what happened with Jason or Dev to rest.” She gave me a sad smile. “You’re too good for all my bullshit, AJ.”
It took me a second to process her words. Why in the hell did she think I was too good for her? If anyone wasn’t good enough, it was me—the goofy drummer who had never had to go through any harsh shit. “Don’t apologize for shit you can’t help. And you’re wrong, about not being good enough. You and me…? We’re good for each other.” Cupping her face in my hands, I leaned in and kissed her gently. “I think you’re so fucking brave to have lived through what you did.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “You really think I’m brave?”
“Hell yes, I do. I mean, you finally left that fucker.”
“Yeah, but even after that awful night, it took someone who I respect very much for me to finally see the light.”