Spent, Giovanni rolled over onto his side and tried to cradle Sabrina in his arms. "Get out of my bed," she whispered brokenly.

     "'Bri," he cupped her face tenderly, "it will be alright."

     The young woman gave a harsh bark of bitter laughter. "You don't know what you've done," she cried. "Get out of my bed. Go!"

     Giovanni grew angry. "Don't act like you didn't want me as much as I wanted you!"

"That's not the point!" Sabrina screamed, throwing herself from the bed. "You have defied my father! He's not going to just let it pass!" She stood naked before him, beautiful in her anger.

     "He won't know." Giovanni rose from the bed and tried to comfort her. "And it won't happen again. I'll be stronger."

     Sabrina began to sob. "But what about me? I was just learning to live without you... Now I have to start all over again."

     For the first time Giovanni realized the cost of his selfishness. In reaching out to Sabrina, he had hurt her as much as her father. He had taken a moment's pleasure without any thought to what it would mean for her once the passion subsided.

     "'Bri..."

     She slipped past him and closed herself up in the bathroom. Giovanni stood outside the locked door and listened to her heartrending sobs. And cursed himself.

     He strode angrily into the living room and gathered up his clothes. Roughly he pulled the garments on and headed for the door.

     Giovanni took one last look toward the room where he knew Sabrina sat crying. God, he had hurt her when all he'd wanted to do was just love her. Maybe they were better off apart.

     He closed his eyes in a moment of silent prayer for the woman he loved like no other. He prayed that she would heal from the unthinking wound he had caused.

     Setting his shoulders, Giovanni slipped out of her room into the darkened hall.

     And into the waiting hands of Santino Corleone and Albert Neri.