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Chapter One

Peter

Giulietta Moretti Even her name is like music to me

Giulietta My eyes have been on you for so long now, I feel as though you’re mine You’re not, of course And you never will be I know that Even if there wasn’t a war brewing between our faue I wonder how you would react, though, how your eyes would stretch wide and your mouth would pop open, if you only knew I really would love to see that

I would hate for you to be afraid, though Of ht about harht I would do anything to keep you safe, Giulietta The only thing I want more is to make you happy But I can never do that

You’re a s you whenever I can, you would turn and run Fast and hard Because of who I am

She’s dancing and I’h afrom across the street, my body sways in tih afroetsher directly, up close What I can’t see of her, what’s hidden in the darkness and shadow, my mind draws And my pulse responds

Her aro up and she turns Slow and soft, her breasts bounce as her hips twist and roll My body uncoils Straightening I thicken and swell Hot and hard Aching

My job here is surveillance That’s supposedly the reason why I’ by ain the flat echoes of this dusty, eas safe house Froated compound of the Moretti family

Twice in the past couple of days, I’ve seen fleets of lih the tall iron gates of the co a move, for certain

On nize men from Boston, soas h their shades, snapping the coats and shooting the cuffs of their Italian designer suits It’s a regular yearbook of Italian gang royalty

I got shots of all the drivers All the h of the faces I send a text and a few pics to my brother, John