“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 17 times,” I

same question.

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.

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

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

its 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, by mistake and has never killed since. He is loyal, beastly looking and once you get

it

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

I watch the

“Who is that?”

catches my eye

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

was he doing there, he said he was going to train.”

minutes go by before he walks back out and

where the hooded figure is jumping into the car with Mero,

in all that I

asks and that is the big question. Am I? What was Mero thinking? Was he tied

brought anything with him. He is sentimental and untrusting,

asks the question

he is my friend, I can’t just sentence him to death without knowing for sure.”

Deno would

around the place. He mentioned something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and me helping with that. Talking about helping, it is safe to say

agree Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent

to me?” I question Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls,

this room

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

And I get to sleep in her room?”

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

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 him to me. A Holy man for his

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