“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 point

the same question. Does it not warrant

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

an answer or more of a confession,” His jaw tightens but he

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

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

Do you have it on your phone?” I ask

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

I watch the familiar face talking

“Who is that?”

my eye and I

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

he doing there, he said he was

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

Salvatore kills me further when he switches videos and the video changes to the outside where the hooded figure is jumping into the car with Mero,

sit back and take in all that I have

is the big question. Am

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

to do to him?” Salvatore asks

he is my friend,

But Deno would want

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

Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent but he is

to me?” I question Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser

this room seems old?”

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

and smile, “Serious? And I get to sleep

and his scar stretches, as his face transforms 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 is a desk

free time writing about her?” I find the story hard to believe, but Salvatore always knows something about someone, which is why I think Deno gave

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