“Would you like me to take your warm clothes out?”

“Yes, and a bra and panty too. What did you tell Papa you were doing?”

“I didn’t say anything, Miss Capello, your father got some news about one of his shipments, seems like there is still someone killing the Catelli’s soldiers.”

“Any idea who it is?” I ask him as he goes about getting my clothes ready and I hop into the bathtub, soaking up the heat that scorches my elbows.

“No, I think Deno is working on that. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

“Your cousin seems nice,” I say to him as he brings my clothes to the bath area.

His stare is harsh, as he scowls at my naked flesh under the water.

“She is nice to your face, but remember she still sees you as a minor. She has yet to know you are the root to a rose with deadly thorns.”

My skin flushes and I turn my back to his wandering gaze. That was enough torture for today. Because that is what it is to him, torture.

“Salvatore.”

“Yes, Miss Capello?”

“Have you always chosen God over everything else?”

“Yes. Though I must admit Miss Capello, you tempt me at times.”

“But doesn’t that make your faith stronger?”

“I, I, yes, it does.”

“What would you do with your freedom if it were granted?” I ask him for the seventeenth time since he told me about his Catholic upbringing.

“I would be a priest, and serve God until my last breath.”

same answer 17 times,”

you asked me the same question. Does

up after washing the soap suds off my body and like the good man he is, he holds a towel open. I look at him,

if your answer is really an answer or more of a confession,” His jaw tightens but

track pants and long winter vest, saying nothing to the silky bra he chose and grab the jersey

hair falls from its makeshift bun, as I jump on the bed patting the other side. Salvatore is my little slice of heaven and I am his temptation to hell. While he is a made-man, he killed once, a long

it on your phone?” I ask him,

laptop,” He gets off the bed and pulls the bag from underneath the bed and I wait patiently for him to set it

watch the familiar face talking to

“Who is that?”

catches my eye and I

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

there, he said he was going

minutes go by before he walks back

is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks out. It isn’t long when a group of men covered in black grab him and throw him in

take in

and that is the big question. Am I? What was Mero thinking? Was he tied up loose

and Michel are downstairs. Find out where Mero is sleeping and check if he brought anything with him. He is sentimental and untrusting, which means whatever could implicate him would be on him. He won’t stay on the

going to do to him?” Salvatore asks the question I don’t know the answer to.

anyone else, I would feed him to the wolves, but he is my friend, I can’t just sentence him to death without knowing for sure.”

But Deno

man earlier when I decided to go snooping around the place. He mentioned something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and me helping with that. Talking about helping, it is safe

is innocent

loyal to me?” I question Salvatore, as I take in

you notice this room

to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of the first Godfather

I get to sleep

away for only his eyes alone, and if you go to the library downstairs, there is a desk with a hidden compartment. My mama said his journal

spend his free time writing about her?” I find the story hard to believe, but Salvatore always knows something about

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