“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 point

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

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

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

track pants and long winter vest, saying nothing to the silky bra he chose and grab the jersey from

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 looking and once you get to

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

He gets off the bed and pulls the bag from underneath the bed and

playing and I watch the familiar face

“Who is that?”

my eye and

“Is that...?”

“Yes, Mero,”

there, he said he was going

to the back of the restaurant. 10 minutes go

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

in all that I have

that is the big question. Am

anything with him. He is sentimental and untrusting,

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

but he is

Deno would want something.”

something about kidnapping Dylan Creston, and me helping with

Miss Capello, Gabriel is

Salvatore, as I take in the cream walls, and brown wooden dresser with an

this room seems old?”

Berenice Antonella DeMarco, wife of the first Godfather in

and smile, “Serious? And I get to

his face 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

about her?” I find the story hard to believe, but Salvatore always knows something about someone, which is why

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