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He didn’t mention a word about me not drinking or how rude I was being for turning down his hospitality so openly. Another point for the Italian. “I need your help.” I blinked at him in shock. A man that got straight to the point I respected. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. With men like Giovanni, it was always best to keep your cards close to your chest. “And why would I agree to that?” I didn’t wait for him to finish. “You deal in the slavery of women, two of my member’s old ladies have been on the receiving end of that particular business venture of yours.”

But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

The bookstore sat jammed between two alleys, easy to miss. Perfect. I pushed inside. Salvatore was crouched behind a shelf, sorting books. He froze, eyes sharp—then saw me and eased up. He flicked a look at the door. "Corleone got eyes on the alley?" "Yeah. We're clean." I ran my fingers over dusty detective novels. Carlo loved this place. He'd come in for one book and stay an hour. Salvatore used to joke, "Don could stretch buying a book into half a day of auditing."

For my Rednote plans to work out, I might need his corporation too. The reason Salvatore has been tenaciously chasing Adore is because Adore has access to some secret files that were stolen from the FBI. These files exposed some espionage dealings Salvatore was involved in back in the army. If this file leaks, Salvatore will be completely destroyed. While I am hoping never to need this file before sorting everything out, having it at arm’s reach will make me feel more confident. If everything fails, This file can come to play.

“Tell him Caspian Blackwood is here to see him.” The assistant hesitated, then nodded and hurried toward Salvador’s office. Minutes later, the old man emerged, a cigar clenched between his teeth. Caspian knew the type — men who hid dangerous secrets and would kill to protect them. “Caspian Blackwood,” Salvador greeted, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Salvatore La Rosa,” Caspian replied evenly. “Walking into your territory unarmed. You really think you can touch me?” Salvador chuckled. “You’ve always been stubborn. And selfish. But I didn’t expect you to come here uninvited.”

“Rule #12: No red pens are allowed in Mr. Salvatore’s vicinity. He finds the color aggressive and unnecessarily judgmental.” I stared at that line for a good ten seconds. “Rule #17: Mr Salvatore hates the smell of peaches ,so anything with peaches should not be brought near him he is also allergic to peanuts and should not be given anything with it in it” “Rule #20: Background music must be pre-set to Mozart’s Requiem at precisely 20% volume on high-stress days. You’ll know it’s a high-stress day if Mr. Salvatore enters the building without speaking.”

They were staring at me, I could feel it but I couldn’t care less. “ The club’s signature. It better be good.” Not like I expected less from Salvatore. He gets his liquor from the best of the best ; Nico’s A&D. Six glasses down and my head starts to ache. My guards are still somewhere in the club, watching me drown in pain. “ You know who Salvatore is right? I’m married to that scumbag. That lying, manipulative, narcissistic man whore.” I was talking to the bartender now. Maybe he pitied me enough to listen, or I’m probably making a fool of myself and he finds it funny.

asked Caroline. Salvatore growled. "You are insane. You think I should have a person living with me? Can you imagine the dangers? Can you see the disaster waiting to happen?" asked Salvatore. "What if that is just the disaster you need Salvatore. Aryan is beautiful chaos and he is exactly what you need in your now existence. Maybe you will be stop existing and start living," said Caroline. "I don't see the difference," said Salvatore. "Exactly, my point," said Caroline.