“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.”

me the same answer

asked me the same question. Does it not warrant

the good man he is, he holds a

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

the towel and change into the black track pants and long winter vest, saying nothing to the silky bra he chose and grab the jersey from his outstretched hand.

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

see it. Do you have it on your phone?”

off the bed and pulls the bag

I watch the familiar face talking to the hooded

“Who is that?”

Something catches my eye

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

he said

back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go by before he walks

the hooded figure is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks out. It isn’t long when a group of

sit back and take in

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

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, you would need to break into

we going to do to him?” Salvatore asks the

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

Deno would want

we need to worry about, it’s Marco. I heard him talking to a 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 to say Gabriel is innocent which means we should

is innocent

take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser

notice this

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

I get to sleep in her

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 is a desk with a hidden compartment. My mama said his journal

the story hard to believe, but Salvatore always knows something about

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