There was only one source or reason. Lorenzo’s lids parted. He looked up into Dominic’s glaring eyes. The gun aimed at his head was steady with its lethal intent. Lorenzo nodded that he understood Giovanni’s wishes. Dominic lowered the gun and stepped back in the darkness. Lorenzo lifted on his elbows to watch Dominic walk out the room as silent as he arrived. He sat up in the bed. Marietta wrapped herself tighter around him. At some time during the night, despite her grief, he had to have her. Lorenzo stripped Marietta of her wedding dress and made love to her until she climaxed and professed her love to him. Now she lay close to him, her beautiful body only partially covered by the sheets.“Shit,” he said, and checked his wristwatch. It was three in the morning.He tossed aside the covers. He found his pants and pulled them on minus his boxer shorts. He picked up a wrinkled white shirt and slipped it, on misaligning the buttons in his hurry. He had no time for shoes. When he opened the door Dominic stood in the dark with the silver gun clasped before him in his hands.
