“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.”

same answer

times you asked me the same question. Does it

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

or more of a confession,” His jaw tightens but

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

slice of heaven and I am his temptation to hell. While he is a made-man, he killed once, a long time

see it. Do you have it

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

begins playing and I watch the familiar face talking

“Who is that?”

catches my eye and

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

said he was going to train.”

minutes go by before he walks back out and leaves

is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks out. It isn’t long

and take in all that

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

downstairs. Find out where Mero is sleeping and check if he brought anything with him. He is sentimental and untrusting,

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

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

Deno would

that 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 let him in on our little

Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent but he is very

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

this

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

sit up and smile, “Serious? And I

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 with a hidden compartment. My mama said his journal still is hidden in that desk, and so is

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

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