"Yes, of course not," Cesare muttered in a low voice, still not lowering the gun as he stared at the Baron. Gulp. Baron Elrod swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He suppressed the fear that made him want to collapse on the spot and begged, "Perhaps, my da-da-daughter has done something wrong... I will make sure to educate her... PI-please just spare my life..."
"Eileen has done nothing wrong. There is no reason for you to educate her."
Cesare responded indifferently and then stared intently at Baron Elrod, as if he were trying to read someone else's face from the Baron's. After & moment of staring, Cesare spoke again.
"Baron Elrod."
"Yes, Your Grace!"
He then lowered the pistol and commanded, "Go to Fiore Street."
Fiore Street held no good memories for her. This was because the vulgarity of her father still came to mind as clearly as a photograph. She tried not to recall the memories, but she couldn't stop them from suddenly invading her mind.
