“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,”

was 17 times you asked me the same question. Does it

washing the soap suds off my body and like the good man he is, he holds

is really an answer or more of a

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

he is a

Do you have it on your

my laptop,” He gets off the bed and pulls the bag

video begins playing and I watch the familiar face talking to

“Who is that?”

Something catches my eye and I

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

was he doing there, he said he was

walk to the back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go by before he walks back out and leaves

the hooded figure is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks out. It isn’t long when a group of men covered in black grab him and

sit back and take in all that

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

brought anything with him. He is

asks the

is my friend, I

Deno

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

Capello, Gabriel is innocent but he is very

I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden

this

belonged to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of the first Godfather

“Serious? And I get to sleep in

this manor locked away for only his eyes alone, and if you go to the

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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