“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.”

answer 17 times,” I

same question. Does it not warrant the same

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

answer or more

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

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

it

brought my laptop,” He gets off the bed and pulls the bag from underneath the bed

and I watch the familiar face talking to

“Who is that?”

catches my eye and

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

there, he said he was going to

restaurant. 10 minutes go by before he walks back

the outside where 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

back and take in all that I have

you going to show Deno?” Salvatore asks and that is the big question. Am I? What was

too many questions that need to be answered. Tonight, keep yourself hidden. I hear Mero 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

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

to the wolves, but he is my friend, I can’t just sentence him to death

Deno would

earlier when I decided to go snooping around the place. He mentioned something about kidnapping Dylan Creston,

agree Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent

I question Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser with

you notice this room seems

here, many years back. This room belonged to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of

and smile, “Serious? And I get

into a carefree version of himself, “Yes, he loved his 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

knows something about someone, which is why I think Deno gave him to me. A Holy man for his brother’s

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