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

hair falls into her face, “I haven’t heard from him

her as her father keeps his frowning face on

has no care in the world when we both know

words make her flinch, but

I don’t blame Mero for taking his chances, you have made it so that he is dead

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

Mero is, if he shows up she will

behind him, that fucking dress, is not a dress but

says her name in warning. I don’t need to turn my head to know, Gabriel, Michel and Salvatore are behind me. Deno takes a

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

should learn your place,” I

exactly?” She smiles, but there is nothing nice about that smile as she steps behind her father, slightly, “This place here? I am my father’s

on me and

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

the only way