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?”

Mero is, we

blonde hair falls into her face,

for what?” Deno asks her as her

care in the world when we both know that is

words make her flinch, but

Mero

her with his own body. He is the type of father who would step in to

know where Mero is, if he shows up

that fucking dress, is not a dress but a plastic she wrapped

don’t need to turn my head to know, Gabriel, Michel and Salvatore are behind me.

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

learn your place,” I

there is nothing nice about that smile as she steps behind her father, slightly, “This

this,” Sartini tells her but his eyes are on me and

you want?” I ask Sartini because he has just drawn a line

the only way