“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 17

it was 17 times you asked me the same question. Does it not warrant the same answer?”

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

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

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 jersey from his outstretched hand.

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,

see it. Do you have it on your phone?” I ask

pulls the bag from underneath the

the familiar face talking

“Who is that?”

catches my eye and I pause.

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

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

go by before he walks

the outside 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 men covered in

back and take in all that I have

is the big question. Am I? What was Mero

I hear Mero and 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 to

Salvatore asks the question I don’t know the

he is my friend,

Deno would

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

is innocent but he

me?” I question Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser with an oval

this room seems

to Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife

up and smile, “Serious? And I get to sleep in her

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.

something about someone, which is

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