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was meant to impress me. I narrowed my eyes at Micola, who wore a constant smile on her face. It irritated me to

at," she

nterrupted, as I leaned on

and I glanced up at her. I despised her when she stam

claimed. "I though

k soon, he just

nonsense Micola he is just around)" I snapped at her, and bot

' di rispetto," (That's my mother Alessandro

i meno," (I couldn't car

alm on the table, and I stopped eating

the table?" I asked, slowly ri

n accident," Micola tried to

inch. He glared into my eyes as if h

ead against the table. Micola wailed, rushing to her son, whom I had successfully pushed down, pointing a finger at him. "Never do that

ely relaxed. Did she not think before making herself comfortable, or was she purposely trying to provoke me? That was what I loved most in the world—women with guts. I walked toward the bed and squatted down to her level. I brushed her face with my finger, stopping at her lips. I remembered kissing her, how she tasted, and how she struggled to free herself from me. But no one c

y looking up and down the stre

di lei?(Did you find

she answered, and Gi

did s

avia tried to console her. "I'll go

k before disappearing. Ginevra exhaled, unable to see her anymo

ible. "What happened? Where... where... where is Aria?" she

do it) she asked. He l

duto Aria," (Yes, I sold

around the room excite

my daughter, my Aria, to the Genovese. I

ained indebted to them, and you know a death sente

her eyes. She cried for me, wanting me to say it was a lie, but.

and besides, she was the oldest. We could

trying to make it seem like I did som

no other

er way. I gave up on her.

g when she noticed Flavia standing beh

ed, and Matteo tur

.." he s

" (I cannot believe

please l

unch of idiots) she sh