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through my body dazing me.
    His intensity is pleasurable and frightening all at once. No one has ever made me feel this way, and I don’t want it to stop. I trail my hands down his back and over his flannel pants. The muscles underneath are tight. His hips start moving against me. Even through my thick jeans, I can feel the hardness of him. Oh God! So sensual and gratifying!
    Knock, knock...
    Vito calls out, “It’s your Pop.” The doorway is empty.
    “Fuck!” Antonio curses, and crawls off me. His pants are tented and his chest is bare. I blush. Still sprawled out on the bed, I turn away.
    I can hear Vito and Antonio out in the hallway whispering.
    “You can’t go out there like that. Erin is on the couch,” Vito says.
    “Get me a pen and a piece of paper,” Antonio says, his voice husky.
    “Hey Pop.” (pause) “Everything’s okay, so far.” (pause) “Yeah, I can do that. Where was he last seen?” (pause) “Got it.”(pause) “I will. Love you too, Pop. Bye.”
    “I gotta go after a runner today,” Antonio says to Vito. “You’ll have to stay with the girls.”
    “What do you mean? All the way out here in bum-fuck nowhere? Fanabola! ”
    “Pop did some checking on someone that has been evading Donny for a while. They think he’s here. I gotta check it out. He owes Popa lot of scarol .”
    “Marrone,Tonio! Your work is never done,” Vito says.
    Listening to their conversation, I lie on my side. Vito is right. Antonio’s life is never going to change.

Chapter 6
     
    Scarol (ska-roll): money!
     
    Megan:
     
    Around six, Antonio comes back. His eyes glint with that chilling look that fascinates and scares me. He says nothing as he walks in. He just scoops me into his arms and kisses me. His body slowly releases tension as he melts more into my arms.
    “You are so calming,” he whispers in my ear.
    Vito had taken Erin and me to the library on campus today. It was an amazing building, lined floor to ceiling with every book imaginable. I signed up for a library card, and we checked out a couple of books. Vito just stood by watching and listening. He scanned our surroundings like his was guarding rockstars.
    The only time he wasn’t on total hyper-vigilance was when he was watching Erin. A few times, I caught him reading over her shoulder. I immediately thought that he just felt really bad for my sallow-faced, duped sister. Then I saw something in his gaze as he studied her that I didn’t like.
    My strength and wits returned today. The queasiness and shock of the past couple of days are finally waning. Wrapped up in Antonio’s arms last night was comforting and powerful. I am actually excited to meet some students on campus tonight.
    Antonio goes to shower, and Vito is cooking in our kitchen. He is opening drawers and chopping vegetables. The smell of homemade pizza wafts through the suite.
    Erin comes out of her room holding a novel she is reading and sits down at the table. Vito has his back to her getting plates out. He turns and yelps, “Shit! You scared me!”
    I truly don’t think that happens too often with Vito. And I highly doubt my fourteen-year-old sister, very soon to be fifteen, would be the one to scare him. She lets out a small giggle. Holy Crap! That’s a good sign.
    We all converge at the table and Vito cuts the pizza. It smells heavenly. He has made it with all fresh ingredients — basil, hand cut tomatoes, mozzarella and ricotta cheeses. He slides a piece onto a plate for me. It is perfect. I hold the pizza to my mouth and bite. Boy, can Vito cook!
    “This is absolutely delicious,” I tell him.
    “I don’t know about that, but it’s better than the crap we had last night,” Vito says, humbly. Wow, is he embarrassed at a compliment?
    “Yeah, it’s good, man,” Antonio says, agreeing with me.
    We all clean up together. Antonio steals kisses as we work.
    We dress and get ready to go to Dillon Hall. I pick a tight fitting pink cashmere sweater and jeans.
    Erin eyes are