he enormous bed, the crisp white sheets

cent of incense from the priest' s recent visit, a smell T

a sentinel by the heavy drapes, a silho

xious murmurs of the Marino family and key capos

asping sound that barely d

and shrewd, were now c

as ready as a man who'

n' t just open, they were thrown wide

tor, nor a griev

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seen her befo

eyes wild, dragged the wo

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g consciousness snagge

his expression grim. "Son

turning back to Tony. "Pop, I' m in love! Thi

the words tumblin

a. She' s the one, Po

ghter of Don Marcus Bellucci, the man whose alliance, whose "th

and more potent than any dr

spark in the dimmin

was almost enough to make a dying man want to l

ing. "Don Antonio, you remember the t

ent, regained a sliver

Oh, he rememb