"DO NOT DIE in Italy, you hear me?" Vittorio said as he and Marcus walked out of the mansion. It was the day of traveling already.

"If I do, my blood would be on your head," Marcus muttered. Vittorio chuckled and said, "I know you won't die. You are a full blooded Salvatore, and you have Julian with you."

Marcus scoffed. He watched their servants stuff his luggage into the back of the waiting limousine.

"Don't call me when you get to Italy," Vittorio said. "I won't pick."

"I wasn't going to call you," Marcus snorted.

"I would rather spend my time hanging out with that kid you brought around...