Page 16 of God Of Vengeance

Wow. Fancy.

Placing the remote control back on the bedside table, I snuggle into one of the pillows and close my eyes.

It’s already past midnight, and usually, I’m fast asleep. At home I had to be up at six in the morning and in bed by nine pm. There were so many rules and I’m sure Damiano has his own. I wish I knew what they were.

Am I allowed to leave the bedroom?

What about food? Do I have to ask permission like I had to do at home?

What does Damiano plan to do with me?

“Dio, I’ve been taken by the Capo dei Capi,” I whisper as the shock hits once again.

What will become of me?

My mind is preoccupied with the predicament I find myself in, but eventually, exhaustion wins, and I drift off into a restless sleep.

Chapter 6

Gabriella

Even though I went to bed late, I wake up before my alarm. I press the button to open the curtains, and climbing out of bed, I adjust the bathrobe I’m wearing while walking to the windows.

“Dio,” I whisper when I see the breathtaking view of the sun rising over the lake.

Noticing a balcony, I find the door and unlock it. When I push it open, a cold breeze sweeps over me. I step onto the balcony, drinking in the exquisite sight of the tall trees on either side of the vast backyard.

It’s the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen.

I take a seat on one of the wrought-iron chairs by a small round table and pull my legs up so I can cover my feet with the bathrobe.

Crap, it’s much colder here than in Palermo.

I don’t think my clothes are warm enough for the snowy winters New York experiences.

Staring at the scenic nature and the guards scattered over the property, I suck in a deep breath as I try to gather my thoughts.

Everything that’s happened over the past twenty-four hours fills my mind, and I’m once again left worrying about my uncertain future.

Hopefully, Carlo will give me some answers today.

I hear someone knocking, but they don’t wait for me to answer, and instead, they try to open the door.

I dart off the chair and rush to unlock the door. When I open it, I’m met with several guards who carry my belongings inside, dropping everything in front of the bed.

Not bothering to acknowledge me, they immediately leave again.

I shut the door behind them, relieved to have my belongings.

“I’ll get dressed before unpacking,” I whisper to myself.

Should I unpack?

I have no idea how long I’ll stay here.

I’ll ask Carlo when I see him.

With my parents not here to control what I wear, I search through the bags until I find a matching set of lace underwear and one of my warmer outfits.

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