Episode 20

Who was watching all of this, from his private VIP area, was the strange man who had listened to Angelina's confession to Bernardo at Don Vito's party. Despite months without seeing her, she was still as beautiful and sexy as he remembered. Apparently, the delicious Angelina had forgotten about her little boyfriend and was enjoying life with another guy.

SALVATORE

"Since we arrived at this opening, you've been very distracted Salvatore," Emily Jonhson, a beautiful woman keeping him company, grumbled. "Don't you like the party?"

"I'm loving it, Emily," Salvatore replied in his raspy, seductive voice. "I didn't know I would have so much fun here." He spoke, looking back at Angelina, who was dancing with a guy on the dance floor at that moment.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Romeu was thrilled to know you were in New York and would come to support his opening," Emily replied, giving Salvatore a kiss on the cheek as he smiled, still watching the couple on the dance floor.

At that moment, Marcel kissed Angelina, and Salvatore came to the conclusion that he didn't want to see any more of it, calling one of his security guards minutes later.

"Do you see that couple heading to the bar?" he asked, nodding in the direction of Angelina and Marcel.

"The tall guy with the blonde girl?" the guard asked just to confirm.

"Exactly. I want him out of this party. If she's with him, she can leave too," Salvatore said firmly, accustomed to giving orders without being questioned.

It didn't matter to Salvatore if Angelina was escorted out of the event. If she was with another man, they could go screw and grind somewhere else and not there, in front of him.

"Excuse me," politely asked the guard Salvatore had sent. "Are you two together?"

"No," Angelina quickly replied, grateful for the interruption from the man. Stella wasn't responding to her messages, and she wanted to get rid of Marcel before finding her sister.

"Sir, can you please come with me?" the guard asked coldly.

"Why?" Marcel responded confused, not understanding anything but nervous because of the size of the man. Salvatore's guard was huge.

"Sir, we're not going to make a scene in the middle of the event. I work here, and you're being asked to leave," the guard lied, but due to Marcel's resistance, it was the only way to convince him. "Before I call the police."

Impressed, Angelina watched Marcel being escorted out of the party. It seemed like someone had heard her thoughts. Now she had to find Stella and then she would leave that opening. Feeling like she was being watched, Angelina headed for the bathroom.

To Salvatore's surprise, the guard took the guy alone to the exit. Angelina seemed to be watching everything confused, but quickly she turned her attention back to the party as if looking for someone.

"Emily," Salvatore called. "Do you know that blonde girl at the bar near the pillar?"

"Angelina," Emily answered without hesitation. "Angelina Castellano. She's Joseph and Olivia's daughter." He commented uninterestedly. "I think you don't know them, but Joseph is the local mafia boss here in New York. Why? Are you interested in her?" Emily smiled mischievously. "Everyone talks about Angelina's behavior. She's extremely spoiled and willful, but she's the daughter of a mafia boss. It would be disrespectful of you to play with his daughter. It's better to have fun with someone more experienced." Emily warned, knowing Angelina's reputation, but not wanting to encourage gossip about the young woman, which she couldn't verify.

For years, Emily had been friends with Salvatore. She was American, but they had met in Italy. Thanks to him, she had been saved from the international trafficking of women. Not that Emily was a saint. She had been looking for it, but ended up being deceived and sent to a prostitution club in Italy, enemies of Salvatore. She served as a spy for him inside the place and one beautiful day, he invaded the club with his soldiers, freeing the women and annihilating the rival group. Since then, they only became even closer friends and sometimes Salvatore slept with Emily.

After a while, she returned to the United States, but they maintained their friendship and always met when he was in New York. Deep down, she was in love with Salvatore, but knew that nothing serious could exist between them. Salvatore was the new Don of the Mafia in all of Italy. A man extremely powerful. He wouldn't marry a high-end prostitute like her.

"Seriously, everyone is talking about it?" Salvatore chuckled. "I already had a taste of her behavior," Salvatore teased, remembering the day he met Angelina. "She really doesn't follow the rules."

As powerful as he was, Salvatore wasn't in the habit of sleeping with virgins without responsibility, as he was involved in the Mafia and knew everything that entailed. However, he had doubts about Angelina's virginity. First, her behavior when they met. Now, her there in that bar, kissing that guy in front of everyone and not to mention those rumors that Emily commented on. Where there's smoke, there's usually fire.

"Angelina!" Stella exclaimed as she found her sister. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a while."

"I could say the same," Angelina replied, relieved to see that Stella hadn't seen her with Marcel. "I went to the bathroom, but I had already sent a message to your phone and you didn't answer."

"Come say hi to Romeo. He asked about you and then we'll leave," Stella grabbed Angelina's hand and pulled her among the other guests. "He spent the whole night flattering this Don Salvatore, the all-powerful of the Mafia in Italy, and Pietro had to attend to the other guests," Stella complained. "I'm super tired and just want to go home."

"And did you get to know this Don?" Angelina asked curiously, imagining he must be a horrible old man.

"No, and I'm not interested at all. He lives in Italy and doesn't come here very often," Stella spoke as she led Angelina to Romeo. "The whole first floor of the bar was closed off for him," Stella explained. "He's with some friends, some women, and that famous high-end prostitute, Emily Jonhson. I didn't want to get close to him."

Luckily, Romeo had already come down and Stella and Angelina quickly found him and Pietro. Still curious, Angelina looked up at the first floor of the bar. Indeed, there were some people up there, but it was dark, and she didn't recognize anyone.