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area of her clothes where he knew her clit hid beneath. Her eyes rounded slightly, but she did her best to look as though he hadn’t done it. She didn’t want these men to imagine what it would be like if she reacted to their touch instead, as she knew men tended to do.
    After the meal, which was pretty uneventful beyond that point, Gabriel and Betsy decided to sit in the living room for a time and watch television. Three of Gabriel’s top men were allowed to sit with them, and one of their wives also joined the small group. Although there were still clearly boundaries these men were expected not to cross, they at least were able to behave in a friendlier manner in this more intimate setting.
    A while later, a rather self-important looking man entered the living room, much to Gabriel’s disgust, and fell to his knee in front of him, kissing the ring he wore on his pinky.
    “Forgive my intrusion, Capo Russo,” the man said deferentially. “I would not bother you at such a time if the need was not so dire. May I beg an audience with you for a brief discussion?”
    “How dare you bring business to the eyes of this lady?” Gabriel asked him sternly. “Have I not told you that she should not be bothered with such things?”
    “Indeed, I am sorry, Signore, but it could not be helped,” he insisted. “Will you come and discuss the matter with me?”
    “Forgive me, Betsy,” he said as he chucked her under the chin. “I won’t be long.”
    “It’s all right,” she said. “I don’t mean to interrupt your business. Please continue as usual—well, unless there’s anything gory involved, of course.”
    “Of course.” said Gabriel as he kissed the tip of her nose. He stood and left the room, and he was gone for a while before he finally returned.
    “I fear your departure may have to be sooner than I had hoped,” he announced somewhat gravely. “Rico will be taking you home tonight. Can I send for you again next week?”
    “Sure,” she said. “Only next time I hope I can stay a bit longer.”
    “I am sorry , ma bella .” he said as he kissed her. “But this interruption could not be helped. Perhaps after it is resolved, it will not happen again.”
    Betsy and Gabriel continued on in the same manner for several weeks. While she was home, her mother continued to tell her what a bad idea it was to involve herself in the affairs of a mob boss, and how every day she feared for her more and more. Sometimes Betsy remained with Gabriel the greater part of a week, but always he sent her home whenever the moon was due to turn full, stating that he had no wish to involve her in the monthly ceremony held on those days.
    It was the eve of just such a ceremony, and Betsy was still at the vineyard, for Gabriel had not wanted to send her away despite the need to do so. “I miss you so much whenever you go, Betsy,” he told her. “I know that it is very selfish of me to keep you here tonight, but I cannot bear it when you are away from me. But, as you are here, and some moons are stronger than others, I must warn you that there will be dangers tonight from which you may need to protect yourself while I am gone. I will try to be absent only a few hours if I possibly can, but still you must be warned.”
    “What do you mean, Gabriel?” Betsy wanted to know.
    “If I return early, I may not—I may not be myself,” he said. “But you must know that I would never hurt you no matter what my form. We must discover a way for you to know me, even if I am—changed.”
    Betsy stared at him uncertainly. “Changed? No matter how much you change, I will always know your eyes,” she answered, giving him a kiss. “I will always know the smile on these lips.”
    “That is the answer, then,” said Gabriel with a grin. “You will know me by a smile. And Betsy, if you do not see one, do not hesitate to use this.”
    He opened the top drawer of the dresser, and inside Betsy saw a pistol. She grimaced and stared at him for a