“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

the same question. Does it not warrant the same

and like the good man he is, he

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

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

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, by mistake and has never killed since. He is loyal, beastly

you have it

pulls the bag from underneath the bed and I wait patiently

I watch the familiar face talking to the

“Who is that?”

know,” Something catches my

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

was he doing there, he said he was going

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

is jumping into the car with Mero, just as Jack Creston

take in all

asks and that is the big question. Am I? What was

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,

asks the question I don’t know the

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

understand. But Deno would want

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 but he is very

What? He isn’t loyal to me?” I question Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser with an oval mirror.

you notice this room seems old?”

Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of

I get to sleep in her room?”

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

to believe, but Salvatore always knows something about someone, which is why I think Deno gave him to me. A Holy man

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