Don Marcello, Lord Of Desire

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party I attended three months ago, I have been under this trauma of staying inside and not wanting to be around people

n't fight the depression that followed after my father's death. Papa was my everything, and my entire life was centred around him, especially after divorcing Mamma eleven years ago. Even after remarried, Rosa and I have never bee

yfriend, Riccardo, and I am not so familiar with him. I chose to remain here in Palermo. Besides, Milan is so

e notices me entering their galler

wn and brown heels. Classy as eve

me on bot

rn my innovation down," she says, scrutinizing m

I wouldn't turn down your invitation for anything. Family always comes first," I say,

ough a lot but take heart. You should know you are not

going to be fine. But I guess I am not. Tears begin to well in my eyes but I blink them back. Nothing is going to rui

bodyguards are not more than ten feet away. We made changes in the security system around the entire mansion at home. All our security personnel are ex-army

fia, a highly dangerous and wealthy criminal organization in Italian whose power and influence stretches over Europe, North America, and the Caribbean. Afte

rom it and never told me a thing about his illegal businesses and his plans. He only made sure that I got to know the people he thought would be important to me in his absen

o hours to check on me. I excuse myself to take it. As I suspected, she just wanted to know how the party was

t Diana, and Uncle Lorenzo are seated, I ge

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kind of suspicion arises in me be

he is standing by the minibar. I take in a deep

ssociates. They are all enemies. They work together and against each other. They acquire wealth on bloodshed, main

at I am not feeling alright. That would be understandable, and I woul

's voice startles me out of my trance.

g the matter?" Diana inquires, cocking

it

me away. Oh crap! I didn't want to worry everyone. I don't w

ou don't look fine. Am I r

you can go home and take Diego and M

sorry I won't finish the party with you

alth should be a priorit

the back. I wish I had drunk myself to oblivion back at the party, though i

ottle of wine from the cellar when I get home and take it to my room, drink t

am losing the fun part of me

so much. I want to believe that it is not his fault. I am the one who cut him off and refused to meet him because I was having my dilemma, but he should have also been man

This has been my home ever since I was born. I can't manage to live wi

up. He keeps. looking a

nnounces. My body tenses up imme

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