Salvatore DiMarco / Diego Rossi
She is somewhere in the US, on a farm. The word foreman gave it away, then the beautiful stallion… called Savior… the meaning of my name in English.
It was a beautiful, expensive creature, and you could tell it was well-fed and groomed. Sienna was living a peaceful life away from the snake pit, and that was all that mattered.
I am surprised by her reaction to cutting everyone out of her life after my ´death.´ Somehow, I expected her to go back to the woman she was before, a submissive puppet under her mother and, worse, her Aunt.
“What are you doing, Bambino?” Nonna snuck from behind, and I almost jumped, feeling as if I had been caught doing something wrong.
“Someone sent me a picture,” I said, and she looked at my screen.
“Oh, that is a very be
