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etween the high waves of

abited by Napoleon Sartori for more than two centuries, passing from generation to generation until my

ure island, a remote little place and disi

the business. I was the Sartori heir to that place. The only one alive after my family's yacht sank by a calculated attack

e least if I could choose. Living on the island gave me the feeling o

dn't have. How could I build so

g that later, at dinner, we would talk. I walked unhurriedly through the streets, watching the restaurants opening, some children runnin

no sand, had cannons that were not old, but well renovated

t the door. She was a short, chubby lady, who had been taki

Prepare a banquet for

rned and I nodded, going up the stairs to

was beautiful on the edge, transparent and inviti

underwear. The exit was straight on the sand of the beach. I tead in some small st

e island. A paradise that belonged to me a

g at the family's treasure that no one but me had access to. It was a burden and a confidence. A blessing for a sub-boss and a

devoured the pastrami sandwich with rye bread along with a good mug of coffee. I felt satisfaction to see that our numbers were very

cking boredom that would be to stay there for the next few days, playing the feuda

itchen did. Living around the world, I had already tried a lot of good cuisine, but the food at home was always the best of all. My p

first night and it was interesting to watch the ocean revolt, because it was like my life. Just like my interior. The h

ing from night fishing and none of them seemed to care about the disembarkation of five men

gistered, not least because any false step could draw attention to the island

ot of attention. Tiago Bracci needed help to clean up a group of forme

ore[10]. Before the shit exploded with the

as not known fo

to clean the

that the harassment was scaring your teenage daughter, but it was a beautiful brown-haired woman who totally gained

n her body, she looked very young, but th

ully breathtaking. An

ll was she

perate to promise her to a widowed, low-income man with a teenage daughter. Soon she, a littl

s and this was no longer a secret to anyone and her sister, An

k the meal that was offered and left there without looking back. I had more to do than conjecture

e without a command and I needed to make sure he would be eliminated if he wasn't with the ones I found. Tiago Bracci was sure that the

ase, Damon wanted his head. Sicily belonged to the family and t

ghter from an attack. I just heard it. I didn't say anything. I couldn't promise that I would find her alive. Hi

ng books. They fell into a soft thum because they went on top of other bodies. Irritated by the mess and the attention they called, I looked f

othing. However, that man who touched her was more. I felt his

but she looked into my eyes as if I were

and closed his eyes when I ordered, trying to preserve

be an angel of death, but if she