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Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin. And so I flip it open. I blink once, twice at the words written on the first page. “What is this?” I flip through the book seeing more of the same gibberish writing. “Niko…” I hold the book out to him flopping down on the couch beside him. Looking away from his computer, he takes it from me, his eyes smiling as he pops it open between two fingers and reads the words out loud. “Le regole della famiglia.” “It’s written in Italian?” I blink at him.

he told me as he towered over me and then smoothed my hair down for me, holding me for a bit too long before he let go and stepped back, extending his arm for me to take. I was more than surprised at the place that Salvatore brought me to. When we had climbed into one of Leonardo's Ferrari's, I thought maybe Salvatore wanted me to do some killings or wanted to go for a drive like I do at times with Leonardo when he has a lot on his mind, but I was definitely not thinking this. When the car stopped in an empty street, surrounded by various stores, the one we had parked in front of had the words BOOK STORE written in big and bold letters.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

Her name was Annalisa, short for Anna, which she preferred being called, yet she liked it—she liked when he called her Peach. Anna took her lips in, sighing inaudibly as her eyes fell on the books that sat idle on the table. Last night, he had brought the books that she had been trying to reach for that day at the library: Learning Italian for Beginners. Most times, it was his nice acts that made her want to go mad, like that day he took her to the hospital… No! She shouldn’t be thinking about this. She shouldn’t be thinking about him, even if he had burned the necklace Domenico had gotten for her, only to replace it with an exact replica.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

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A better one. Asher drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding mine. He didn't let go. We ended up at a small Italian place tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. No sign outside. Just a red door and a single light above it. "This isn't a restaurant," I said. "This is someone's apartment." "It's a restaurant," Asher said. "The best one you've never heard of." He chuckled. He let go of my hand to open my door. I stepped out into the cool night air. The street was quiet here, tucked away from the noise, hidden from the crowds. A cat sat on the steps of the bookstore, watching us with sleepy eyes.

Reese took me to a restaurant, ten blocks away from the Company in her car. It was a large restaurant, not just any restaurant. Alexander's. "The Boss owns this as well. It's one of the best restaurants here in Italy. Important people come to eat here. You can connect to many people here, you just have to find the right seat." She flashed me a smile. The place looked rich, smelled rich, and would probably sell a plate of spaghetti for five hundred thousand dollars. God please! It shouldn't cost more than that! "Let's eat this. You'll love it, Katherine. I know New York has delicious meals but wait till you eat this." She said and handed the menu to the waiter.

She wanted to reach for her seatbelt but he beat her to it and buckled her in , her head swarm as she got a whiff of his intoxicating masculine luxruy scent . He got in and started driving to the restaurant , “ I hope you like french and Italian dishes I got a private chef to make your choice at the Blucuban restaurant ”. “ Yes I love Italian food , you picked well” Alicia tried not to sound too excited . “ Good, I'm glad it please you ” . In a few minutes they were at the Blucuban five star restaurant . Alicia wondered how he got a reservation so quickly , Tristan had tried for months then given up they were booked all year round .

“Knowing full well that I’m going to ruin it later.” He let out a low chuckle, as I flushed bright pink at his words… Before he pushed his foot down on the accelerator, and began to drive. CHAPTER 19 LORENZO I was taking Amber to a restaurant at the other side of town. It was an Italian restaurant, that served the best Italian food, from risotto, to ossobuco, to polenta, to ribollita, to Fiorentina steak, to lasagna, to bottarga, to pizza.