I should have tried to make myselfuglierso they wouldn’t touch me…
Although when I thought of Dario grabbing my hair back at the café, my entire body flushed with heat.
I quickly put it out of mind and walked back out into the hall.
Filomena was waiting for me.
“I’m ready,” I said.
She smiled. “You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you,” I said, blushing.
“Would you take some advice from an old woman?”
“Of course.”
“Don Rosolini just returned home after four years in prison. To my knowledge, he has not had a woman to the estate since his arrival.” She looked at me sternly.“Neverbe in a room alone with him. That is all I will say.”
Her words chilled me to the bone…
But they also made me uncomfortably warm.
I thought of Dario not having touched a woman in four years…
And then I remembered his body pressed against mine back at the café.
I wondered what a brute like that, deprived of a woman’s touch for so long, might do to her in the throes of lust…
I swallowed hard and nodded to indicate I understood the warning.
“Follow me,” Filomena said. “I’ll take you back to the Rosolinis.”
We walked back down the hall and descended the staircase to the foyer.
I could hear voices behind the closed wooden doors of the parlor. One in particular sounded angry, almost on the verge of shouting.
Then Filomena knocked twice.
“Come in,” said a muffled voice.
She opened the door for me and smiled – though there was something in her eyes that gave me pause.
“You’ll be fine,” she said in a quiet voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
I nodded, then warily walked into the room –
And came face to face with the blond killer from the café.
7
Icried out and tried to back away from the assassin, but the door had already closed behind me.
I flattened myself against the door and peered up at him in terror –
But he just gazed down at me with his blue eyes and gave me an amused smile.
Niccolo yelled from 20 feet away. “Lars, for God’s sake, get away from her! You’re scaring the life out of the poor thing!”