Chapter Fifty

The elderly Don held out his hand and she took it and let him lead her onto the dance floor over her shoulder he nodded imperceptibly at his other Son. This had gone a little wrong, he had hoped Marcus would bed the woman so he could control her and he was furious with him for messing up his plans. He would have to find another way to control her now. He twirled her around the dance floor expertly his mind working overtime she was gorgeous and he was tempted to seduce her himself.

‘Non c'è nulla da perdonare amico mio, la questione è risolta’ [There is nothing to forgive my Friend, the matter is dealt with]

She smiled as he put his arm around her and led her into another waltz both of them unaware of the emerald azure blue watching hungrily.

Ricci could not believe what he was seeing, it was her, the woman who had haunted his dreams for two years. He watched her glide by her blue dress shimmering under the lights, her pale golden hair tumbling in a riot of soft curls down her back as