“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.”

gave me the same answer 17 times,” I

times you asked me the same question. Does it not

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, so human, but his restraint is exceptional.

Salvatore, if your answer is really an answer or more of

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

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 time ago,

see it. Do you have it on

the bed and pulls the bag from

video begins playing and I watch the familiar face

“Who is that?”

my eye and

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

doing there, he said

Mero walk to the back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go by before he walks back out and leaves just as the hooded person leaves.

the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks out. It isn’t long when a group

back and take in all that I have

the big question. Am I?

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 be on him. He won’t stay on the property,

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

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

Deno would want something.”

snooping around the place. He mentioned something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and

is innocent but he is very

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

notice this

DeMarco’s lived here, many years back. This room belonged to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of the first Godfather in America, Elladio Gaspare

sit up and smile, “Serious? And I get to sleep in

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

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