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?.”

I walk closer to her and bend down, “Aunt Camilla is looking for her earing sweetheart. I’m going upstairs now with my

smiles and her cheeks are so cute, I touch her nose, “No, I

it tugs at my heartstrings and reminds me so much of myself. I was just

side of the house, if you

as I get up and she giggles, “You pretty,” She says, as I

kid, so are you, go find

leave Camilla standing there and I take my sister and

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

and she has always been the one who was stern. But what I saw today,

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

door and lock it behind me, and see her standing in the

you start talking, what

knowing hurt can be a crippling thing. I hug her, “Papa wouldn’t

younger sister.” She sniffs and I let her go and take a