“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.”

answer 17 times,” I

was 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

Salvatore, if your answer is really an answer or more of a confession,” His jaw tightens but he says nothing to

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

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

Do you have it on your phone?” I ask

the bed and pulls the bag

watch the familiar face talking to the

“Who is that?”

my eye and I

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

said he was

the back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go by before he walks back out and leaves just as the hooded person

the outside where the hooded figure is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston walks

and take in all that I

and that is the big question. Am

Michel are downstairs. Find out where Mero is sleeping and check if he brought anything with him. He is sentimental and untrusting, which means whatever could implicate him would be on him. He won’t stay on the property, you would need

him?” Salvatore asks the question I don’t know

else, I would feed him to the wolves, but he is my friend,

understand. But Deno would

a man earlier when I decided to go snooping around the place. He mentioned something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and me helping with

agree Miss Capello, Gabriel is innocent

take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser

notice this room

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

smile, “Serious? And I

his eyes alone, and if you go to the library downstairs, there is a desk with a hidden compartment. My mama said his journal

but Salvatore always knows something about someone, which

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