The Mafia Wife's Revenge novel · Chapter 5 of 24

Chapter 5: Red Hook

Cillian did not take my hand.

He walked one step ahead of me down the front steps and said each one out loud.

"Three stairs. Wet leaf on the second. Curb."

For three years Damian had gripped my fingers and let his grip tell me where to go.

Nobody had ever told me in words.

His car stood at the curb with the back door already open.

He waited until I had both feet inside before he closed it.

Then he got in the front and drove, and he did not look in the mirror once.

"You can see out of the left," he said, when we were on the bridge.

It was not a question.

"A little," I said. "Light, color, shapes up close."

"Then I'll sit on your left," he said. "So you don't have to turn your head."

I stared at the back of his neck.

I had not told him which eye was the good one.

I noticed it, and I was too tired to follow it anywhere.

The Dunne house was an old brick firehouse in Red Hook with the red door painted over in black.

Inside, a long kitchen table ran down the middle of what used to be the engine bay.

A woman with a mop of red curls, freckles and a stained apron stood at the stove with a wooden spoon.

She dropped the spoon the moment she saw me.

"Oh my God. Cillian, you didn't say she'd be bleeding."

"Helena, this is my sister, Maeve."

"Sit," Maeve said, already crossing the floor. "Hands. Let me see."

She turned my cut fingers over in hers.

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