Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

I listen to Marco’s words, and snort as I leave the door, and let the two of them discuss their shit. I send Mero a message to not come back here, and tell Michel to get a car ready for tomorrow. There is no way I am handing my friend to Marco Catelli.

A quick text to an old friend and I am well on my way to getting back to my sister. This weekend is important and if all goes to plan it might be the last one, I have with her for a while. Because Papa will not be happy when he finds out what I did.

“If you think for a moment you are fooling anyone with the way you look at my man you are more stupid than you think.”

“You are hurting me Camilla. Please.” I walk in just in time to see Camilla with her claws in my sister, and Guilia’s arm twisted. Camilla’s eyes widen and she lets my sister go.

Not thinking, I march up to her and she stands her ground as I slap her across the face. She is taller than me, and dressed in a powerful suit. And then there is me,

“You are stupid thinking you can touch my sister.” She moves to slap me, but I grab her wrist mid-way, spinning her around by the same arm, I kick her with my barefoot on the crease behind her knee. She falls and makes a soft sound.

I bend down close to her ear, “I have taken men bigger than you, and dropped them just like this. Touch my sister again and I will slit your throat while Marco watches,” I push her on the floor and spit on the side of her head.

Mischa runs inside and sees Camilla on the floor, “Why is Aunt Camimi on the floor?.”

is looking for her earing sweetheart. I’m going upstairs now with my sister, would you

so cute, I touch

way she says it tugs at my heartstrings and reminds me so much of myself.

of the house, if

“You pretty,” She says,

so are you, go

go.” We leave Camilla standing there and I take my sister and move to the

to her room, “Guilia, come to my room.” I leave no

she has always been the one who was stern. But what

me, and the first was that I have never been the kid she thought I was. I have had death on my conscious since I was

and lock it behind me, and see her standing in the middle of designated bedroom, ringing

you start talking, what happened in

my head, but walk over to her, knowing hurt can be a crippling thing. I hug her, “Papa wouldn’t be happy

are the younger sister.” She sniffs and I let her go and take a step back, “Tutti abbiamo bisogno di aiuto a volte, Guilia.” We