“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.”

the same answer

it was 17 times you asked me the same question. Does

and like the good man he is, he holds a towel open. I look at him,

or more of a confession,” His jaw tightens but he says nothing to

change into the black track pants and long winter vest, saying nothing to the

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 time ago, by mistake and has never killed since. He is loyal, beastly looking and once you get to know him, quite funny.

it. Do you have it on your

gets off the bed and pulls the bag

I watch the familiar face talking to

“Who is that?”

my eye

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

was he doing there, he said

to the back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go by before

the hooded figure 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 the

in

you going to show Deno?” Salvatore asks and that is the big question. Am I? What was Mero thinking? Was he tied up loose

sleeping and check if he brought anything with

Salvatore asks the question I don’t know the

anyone else, I would feed him to the wolves, but he is my friend, I can’t just

But Deno would want

something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and me helping with that. Talking about helping, it is safe to

is innocent but he

Salvatore, as I take in the

this room seems

Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of

And I get to

wife so much that he kept her here in this manor locked 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 still is hidden in that desk, and so is pictures of

always knows something about someone, which is why

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