DANTE:
He stumbled backward, hand flying to his nose. Blood poured between his fingers.
"You piece of s**t!" I grabbed his collar, hauled him upright, and hit him again. "You put your hands on my mother!"
"It was an accident—"
"AN ACCIDENT?" I shoved him against the wall hard enough that pictures rattled. "You're a f*****g coward. A woman beater. You should know better but no, you're a fool at your age."
"Dante, stop—" His voice came out nasal from the blood streaming down his face.
I hit him again. Then again. My knuckles split open. Blood, his and mine, splattered across the expensive wallpaper Mom had just installed last year. "You think I'm going to let you stay in this house one more second?"
He crumpled, sliding down the wall, leaving a red streak behind him.
I grabbed him by
