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“At least you know what to expect, with your old man being a Don.”
“I guess so, although I don’t think Rocco and papa are that similar.”
“Probably not, especially after what happened to Angela Rossi.”
“What do you mean?” I ask nervously.
“Your old man went nuts when Rocco didn’t want to punish her for what happened. Rocco said he didn’t hurt women, but I don’t think Vincenzo and Paolo shared that sentiment.”
“She’s dead, right?” I say with an uneasy feeling settling.
“She ran, and when they found her, it was either marry Don Cannavaro or face the consequences.”
“Enrico Cannavaro? Isn’t he like sixty?” I ask horrified.
“Sixty with a cabinet full of Viagra.” Dominic says smirking, “I guess that is the point. It’s an atonement of shame for her to end up marrying someone like that.”
“She refused?”
“Yep, and now she’s up there,” he says, making a cross with his finger.
“Maybe it would have been better for Angela if she just married Rocco. She would still be alive,” I say sadly.
“Why? Did you want to marry Pietro?” he asks frowning.
“No! I just don’t think Angela deserved to die.”
“Live by the sword, die by the sword. Death before dishonor, I thought all the daughters of the Mafia knew that.” he says before clearing his throat sheepishly.
“I respectfully decline to answer because I honestly believe my answer might tend to incriminate me.”
—Joey Gallo
ROCCO CLEARLY KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT MY PAST, EVEN IF HE DIDN’T KNOW THE FULL DETAILS.
I guess everybody knows something about my indiscretion. New York is likely bursting with salacious secrets ofLa Cosa Nostra.
I’ve come to the realization that people are only happy when there is a scandal, when you’re at your worst. It makes them feel better about their own mundane lives. My heart tightens thinking of Angela Rossi’s plight and Rocco’s refusal to punish her.
A slight feeling of reassurance and gratitude sweeps over me at knowing that Rocco doesn’t have the same streak of cruelty in him that most made men do.
“Shall I leave you here?” Dominic says, interjecting my thoughts.
“Sure,” I say as he gives me a quick nod as I hear him walk upstairs to the office.
I walk up to the bedroom window; the sun has finished setting now and there is a red hue illuminating the crystal-clear sea. The perfect view. I wonder how many times Rocco had looked out of this window. He seems to be familiar with everybody on the island, so I am guessing he has some affiliation with the place, but it was on the list of many things I don’t know about him. Maybe if we were on better terms, I would have asked him.
My mind flickers back to this morning, and ashamedly I feel desire bubble up. I could even taste his skin on mine, and if I thought about it long enough, I could feel the tip of his cock pushing hard against my opening. A floorboard creaks as somebody walks across the room, jerking me out of my daydream. When it creaks again, I look around again and the house seems as deadly silent as before but this time the silence feels threatening.
“Dominic?” I yell but there is no reply.
I walk out of the main bedroom and halfway down the spiral staircase, although there is a light on downstairs there doesn’t seem to be anybody down there. The stair creaks behind me, and I turn around quickly but before I can see who it is, I feel a pressure behind me before tumbling down the remaining stairs. For a brief moment, a shadow looms over me before I surrender to darkness.
“Effendi,” a hoarse familiar voice says from behind me.
“Tysen Hatim,” I say, turning around to meet his matching grin.
“What is this bullshit I hear about you getting married? You of all people!” He says outraged.
