Chapter 13

• Roxanne Meyers
• I couldn't believe all this madness. Not only had I had fallen into the clutches of a mobster who claimed my son was his own, but his cousin, another mobster, was looking for me for the same reason. We were fleeing from Salvatore's stately mansion, just as sparks were beginning to fly between him and me, but it was absurd to dream of a romance with someone like him, even if his kisses consumed me to the soul.
• After what seemed like endless hours on the road, we finally arrived at our destination: another splendid mansion in a different, equally beautiful neighborhood. I was surprised by Salvatore's exquisite taste, but what really struck me was how he was protecting me.