Roses never fade

ut the moment he regained his sigh

devotion couldn

s the Godfather of the New York Mafia, he laughed with

an, but I heard him loud and clear:

ways love him, willing to stay in

boarded a one-way

on't want

ned home, he would h

he had to burn the world to the ground, he wo

pte

Rossi'

ree-minute call, my seven years o

the backseat of a

ore I pulled him back from the edge of the abyss, h

answered

" he co

alian for

t the maid's daughter, good for nothing bu

dness, I had taught myself his native Italian-just so

laced with anger. "Are you out of your mind? Y

ure sti

e si

talian. "The Moretti family's territory is crucial

ia was his first love, I knew that. But

e girl?" Marco

looked

their icy blue clari

eezed

e said in Italian. "She brings

penthouse. I'll keep her there. I'll keep her happy. If nece

was a fre

artner, nor wa

s a

simply stopped beating, si

ut the window, hiding the

er, Marco," Dante added. "She

hun

nd to his lips a

, his voice smooth and charmin

mil

skin on my face w

urse,

zed again. A

saw the name "Sofia" f

nched

the partitio

ed the car onto the wet, gr

"I have to handle an urgent matter.

s rai

n miles away fro

I aske

pening his door. A gust of cold wind hit me, stinging my s

t protec

oing to

d's daughter getting i

eppe

sank into

he Maybach sped off, leaving me st

fade away until they were

n ye

couldn't even fi

hen he lived in

Now that he was reborn, he deem

lk to the g

ough my silk blouse, washing away the sc

wetness running down my

g. My hands were shaking, but

r I had never da

ence," a frigid

the line," I said, star

te's mother, the ma

o negotiate a severance package," I said