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accountant who looked after some of Enzio’s accounts.
    Enzio Bonnatti was tall and dangerous-looking. He was also of Italian origin, which she knew would please her father. The eleven-year age difference would not.
    Enzio started visiting the cramped office where she worked on a regular basis. He always had a pretty girl hanging on to his arm. He got a big kick out of teasing Francesca, showing off as he swaggered around the office.
    One day he brought his friend Gino Santangelo with him. Gino was shorter than Enzio, but he was full of charisma, with his thick, black curly hair and intense dark eyes.
    Francesca began flirting with Gino to make Enzio jealous. The more she flirted, the more Enzio appeared with different girls. It was a game they both played. Teenage girl and older man. When was he going to ask her out?
    Eventually he did, and she started seeing him secretly, not daring to tell her parents.
    Enzio was very demanding; a kiss on the cheek did not do it for him. Every time he tried to go further, Francesca demurred, telling him she was a virgin and had no intention of changing that status until she was a married woman.
    On her seventeenth birthday she told her parents she’d met a boy who wanted to take her out. She wondered what they would do if they discovered that she was really seeing the notorious Enzio Bonnatti, a man who had quite a reputation in the neighborhood. It would not sit well with her hardworking parents, so to appease them she bribed one of the boys she worked with to pretend to be her date. The boy picked her up at her house, then delivered her to Enzio’s apartment. When she arrived, Enzio said, “You gotta look older ’cause we’re goin’ to a nightclub. I got you a dress, go put it on.”
    â€œWhat kind of dress?” she asked.
    â€œYou could call it a fancy dress,” he joked. “It fell off the back of a truck.”
    Enzio wasn’t shy about what he did, he never tried to hide it from her, and even though she knew his activities were not exactly legal, she couldn’t help enjoying the sense of excitement he brought into her mundane life.
    The dress was red and tight. It clung to her teenage curves, emphasizing her breasts and butt, making her appear older than her years. It obviously had a positive effect on Enzio, for later that night he proposed.
    She told him she’d think about it. Although she liked Enzio, she’d grown to like his friend, Gino, even more. But Gino never gave her the time of day, which infuriated her. She couldn’t understand it. Most men paid her plenty of attention.
    One day she asked Gino why he chose to ignore her.
    â€œYou’re my best friend’s girlfriend,” he answered. “That’s why.”
    â€œI’m not his girlfriend,” she objected. “Enzio’s always running around with other women.”
    â€œYou’re the one he’s gonna marry,” Gino replied. “You can be sure of that.”
    â€œMy father won’t allow me to marry him.”
    â€œWanna bet?” Gino said. “You’ll see.”
    It frustrated her that Gino never responded to her beauty. She tried on many occasions to get him to change his mind but he was steadfast. His friendship with Enzio came first. Loyalty meant everything to Gino Santangelo.
    Without her knowledge, Enzio went to her father and obtained his permission for them to get married. She suspected he either bribed or threatened her father to agree.
    They were married two days before her eighteenth birthday. Gino was Enzio’s best man.
    Now, all these years later, she still thought about Gino and what might have been.
    Gino Santangelo was the one she should’ve married. He was the one who got away.
    Now all she could think about was that Gino Santangelo was alive and Enzio was dead—murdered by Gino’s bitch daughter.
    Retribution was a necessity for the Bonnatti family name, and Anthony had to