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Eve closed her eyes and tried to recall what the old man had said. It had all sounded like gibberish. Plus, he'd said it in Italian. She didn't speak that shit. She couldn’t begin to recall what the words had sounded like. Eve yawned. The sleep aid they’d given her was starting to take effect.

The guard chanced a glance in her direction, then resumed looking forward. Was he planning to leave the room when she fell asleep? Eve yawned again. Her eyes watered as she fought to keep them open. She was fighting a losing battle. Her eyes slowly drifted shut. But on that night, she didn’t dream about her sister or the people she’d left behind in the States.

That night, she dreamed about the new don.

Chapter Four

Enzo

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He was accustomed towaking up early.

What he wasn’t used to was waking up to a house full of motherfuckers. Guards greeted him as he strode from his room, headed to the kitchen. Enzo entered his kitchen to find breakfast already on the table. He’d planned to eat a quick breakfast of toast and jam.

On his table was a full spread, including fresh fruit, a glass of milk, along with a cup of coffee. He stared at the woman standing at the end of the table. Then he looked over at Stefan, who was standing behind one of the dining chairs.

“What’s going on here?” Enzo asked.

“This is Maria,” Stefan told him.

“I know who she is. She cooks for the don....” Enzo took a deep breath and exhaled. “She used to cook for my grandfather.”

“She now cooks for you,” Stefan told him.

Maria bowed her head, then raised it and smiled.

“Have a seat,” Stefan told him.

“I don’t have time to sit down and eat. I need to...”

“Eat,” Stefan repeated.

Maria walked over to the head of the table and pulled the chair out for him, the same way she used to pull the chair out for the don.

“Since you don’t want to live at Avola Manor, we’ll bring the staff here,” Stefan told him.

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