“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.”

the same answer 17 times,” I point

17 times you asked me the same question. Does it not warrant

get 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

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

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

hell. While he is a made-man, he killed once, a long time ago, by mistake and has

it on your

the bag from underneath

playing and I watch the familiar

“Who is that?”

catches my eye

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

doing there, he said he was going to

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

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

and take in all that I

the big question. Am I? What

out where Mero is sleeping and check if he brought anything with him. He

Salvatore asks the question I

to the wolves, but he is my friend, I can’t

But Deno would want something.”

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

agree Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent but he is very

take in

this

years back. This room belonged to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of the first

and smile, “Serious? And I get

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

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

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