16• Sullivan.

"Don Sullivan," Rosalina called entering my room.

"Get her ready and meet me downstairs," I commanded still arranging some of the books on the shelves and I heard Rosalina walk away.

After I finished organizing the books, I left the room and ascended the stairs to the living room. I sat down to wait for Micah and Rosalina.

Rosalina has been working as an undercover guard to protect my family from any threats whenever I'm absent.

I glanced at the staircase as Micah walked down with Rosa, dressed in a satin full-length gown, her hair packed into a ponytail leaving some blunt bang on her forehead.

"Let's go," I said as soon as they climbed down the stairs and Rosalina muttered some words to Micah which made her follow me from behind.

I stepped out of the grand front doors of the mansion, with Micah and Rosalina walking behind me as we approached the car.

As we reached the car, Rosalina opened the back door for me. I stepped inside and settled into the plush leather seat, with Micah sitting beside me. Rosalina slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, then pulled away from the mansion. The winding driveway led us away from the stately building.

I rested my back against the soft leather upholstery with my right hand on the armrest as I gazed out the window. The car was moving smoothly, and the scenery was passing by in a blur while my mind was fixed on meeting with Geraldo who might know something about my past.

What Tommaso had said before I shot him to death troubled me and I had mulled over who might be the one giving Geraldo orders as Tom had told informed me in Italian before I shot him to death.

I was deep in thought when Micah's voice broke through my reverie, startling me back to the present moment. "Where are we going?" Micah asked and I glanced at her, taking in her beautiful green orbs that always remind me of my mother who has been the only one I've ever seen with green eyes.

"I had expected you to ask that question sooner," I said.

"Your assistant here dared me not to trouble you with any questions." She said pointing at Rosa who shot her a look from the rear-view mirror and Micah rolled her balls against Rosa glancing back at me.

"You will stay with Rosa in a bar until I settle some things with my friend," I replied.

"What is it?" Micah blurted out, her curiosity getting the better of her, and I gave her a look that said, "Are you really that curious?". "Well... Yes, I am." She answered.

"There's no need to pry into matters that are none of your concern," I said firmly.

"Then what should I say if we are back to the mansion and your parents ask me where we went to?"

"I can handle that," I answered looking back at the city.

"And what if someone from your family sees me without you?" Micah asked again and I huffed shooting her a look.

"Rosa can handle that as well," I uttered. "No more questions," I added like a warning, sick of her inquisitive question before looking back at the city, wanting to take a smoke but there's possibly no way there's cigarette in the car since none of my family smokes except Ginevra of course who still avoid getting caught by her parents.

I glanced back at Micah who was taking in the view of the Sicily landscape and I kinda ended up gazing at her appearance.

There's certainly more to explore in her body. I thought.

Rosa brought the car to a stop, and I quickly got out, while Micah was still in the car and Rosa walked over to me.

"Stay with her," I said to Rosalina, and she nodded in response. "I'll be back in two hours." I turned and walked away, and Rosalina gave me a respectful bow.

I strode through the teeming city streets, weaving between the pedestrians and vendors who lined the sidewalks. The sun beat down on the pavement, and the air was thick with the scent of exhaust and hot dogs. I spotted Black, my driver, standing beside the gleaming black Cadillac Escalade. He opened the door for me with a flourish, and I slipped into the cool, leather-scented interior.

The moment the door closed behind me, I tucked my hand Into the back-of-seat pocket bringing out a cigarette packet which has two sticks left. "Get me another," I say throwing the packet to Black who was already driving.

He opened the compartment glove box and pointed out a brand new packet of cancer stick and I collected it from him, finding my way to smoke before asking him about Geraldo.

"We've apprehended him, but his gang is now pursuing us. They appear to have a scheme in place to force us to release him even before you get there." Black responded.

"I suppose I'll have to turn the tables on them," I said, letting out a cloud of smoke from my nose and mouth.