Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“What brings you here so late? Came to check up on Guilia?” He smiles, very pleased to see us, but I know he wouldn’t be for very long.

“We here to talk to your daughter.”

“I’ll go and call her, Ilaria painted her face in cream not too long ago.”

“Actually, I’m talking about Aliyana.” And like I said, his smile drops and his calm facade transforms from father of the bride, to Consigliere of The Capo Dei Capi.

“What is it about?” Sartini questions but I see him signal Aliyana, from my prereferral vision.

“I just want to ask her a question, it shouldn’t take long,” I respond as Deno remains by my side, forever my brother. The night sky is dark, as the house fills its surrounding with lights as the many guests drown the place in noise.

“Yes, what’s the problem Papa?” Aliyana queries as she moves in to stand right next to her father. He puts his arm around her shoulder and I finally get it. His love for his one daughter, can’t be hidden because it is meant to be blossomed.

She turns her head as those eyes of hers that just 5 days ago turned molten for me as I brought her body to pleasure. Her father holds all her attention and I am a fucking bastard because I want her gaze rested on me, looking at me.

“Marco and Deno are here for a quick question.” She smiles and finally I get her green gaze to grace me with the knowledge of our secret.

“Okay, what is the question?”

know where Mero is, we have searched

as a strand of blonde hair falls into her face, “I haven’t

Deno asks her as her father keeps his frowning face on his

care in the world

quickly, you keeping Marco from his fiance.” His words make her flinch,

of a video. I don’t blame Mero for taking his chances, you have made it

take a step closer to her, as my anger rises, but Sartini blocks her with his own body. He is the type of father who would step in to keep his daughter safe. No matter how wrong it is. I have always admired that about him, until now. This

know where Mero is, if he

that fucking dress, is not a dress

head to know, Gabriel, Michel and Salvatore are behind me. Deno takes a step backwards

friend; you can forget it. And if you think Gabriel or Michel is going to help let me just rest your little mind now. Read my lips Catelli, not happening,” She glares at me and if her look could shoot bullets, I

learn your place,”

but there is nothing nice about that smile as she steps

his eyes are on me and his warning is clear.. Don’t fuck with

Sartini because he has just drawn

the only