“It is time we spoke about the future and you understand your part in it.”
“Like what? How I am going to kick your ass? Or the fact where my part in my future has jack to do with you?”
“I don't remember your mouth so big! What happened to the scared little cub on the rooftop?”
“Must be the old age kicking in. I hear dementia runs in your bloodline; you should get yourself checked out.”
“Be careful Mezzosangue,” He whispers and I shudder in mock terror as his breath tickles my ear.
“I have nothing to say to you Marco Catelli.” My words are soft, bitter and even I don't believe them.
He lets me go and I turn to face him, partially in shock that I was seconds ago in his arms and that kiss. He must see my confusion because his black eyes are looking at me right now as though he has only
