Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

By then you are finally free to feel and to purge all that anger, hate, pain and love out. It is only once you have finally stopped and understood that life isn’t about what other people want. It is about you, what you want, who you want and I don’t want a man who chooses someone over me.

I want a lover who is unafraid of reason, who stands tall in those things that don’t make sense and who isn’t scared away by the thought of loving me. And I deserve that feeling of completeness.

And right now, that lover is me.

“I say we ditch the whole formal vibe and do a retro theme. Ky would love it, you can get that girl Diane to organize it.”

“I’m not feeling Retro. When I agreed to this Ky, said small. Now, I’m sensing big.”

“True, but we not havin’ the party just for you, your birthday is just an excuse to have a party, things are pretty boring recently.”

“If we are going for Retro we should have it at Cristen, the place looks akin to a 60’s club.” My new favorite place.

When Deno and Marco asked us to frequent the place, I admit I was lost and didn’t know what to believe.

Whether I could trust the Misfits, I’m still not sure. Nobody wants to admit when the people who are supposed to be our most trusted allies turn out to be strangers. Even when the answers are staring you right in the face.

But a few months ago, that all changed when I had to face facts. If Romero, Michel or Gabriel killed Ren, what was the reason and did it mean that I would be next? We all learned to fight together, shoot, aim and leave no fingerprints unless you are framing someone. Everything we have done up until this point has been all of us.

However, I learned a bit more than them when it came to smelling a rat. It was something my father instilled in me from a young age. Because it might just save my ass one day.

And since I started frequenting Cristen, I smelled a big rat, every time I stepped foot in that place.

“How much longer? If I am going to be stuck like this for another half-hour at least give me darn chocolate or somethin’,” Diamond whines from the deck. Her hair drapes down her back like a golden satin cloth.

“I can HEAR you nagging like a banshee all the way from the kitchen. I brought your darn chocolate,” Kylie walks into the backyard, wearing a yellow and blue bikini that does wonders for her breasts.

same breast that looks a cup size bigger than I remember it. Her body is tall, but where Diamond is a barely-there 17-year-old girl still growing into her womanhood, Kylie Bray

curvy side, but not too much that makes her take the hourglass shape. Her breasts are small but full, and her long legs

know has more alcohol than it does anything else, proves why she is genuinely the best person

your ming, Liya, I don’t know what will. And stop staring at my boobs. I’m going to think you want

when my cheeks go pink as my own laugh comes out in a soft giggle.

boobs Liya? I would touch yours if you want.” Kylie’s make-shift sultry voice has me splattering my paint on the floor as I put it down and Diamond half

gay,” Deno walks to the backyard from the side of the house. His cream chino’s and lose shirt is not the

at me as she puts the tray down on the side table near Diamond and pulls her long jersey over

another woman a feel of her chest considered gay? This is the 21st Century, boob touching is

the bait walks closer toward us, “And does this ‘thing’ extend to say, a man like

Ky-Ky, does it extend to a man like

for words as her big brown eyes

as he walks in. It is laughable how small the world actually is. The guy is cute, with light brown hair and sharp Texan farm boy features coated in olive skin. Kylie describes him as, rough and

hints in his slightly bent nose, which Kylie insists is straight and his

rolls his hazel gaze and scratches his neck before slipping his hands into his slacks. The entire pose is chilled and relaxed as he gives his attention to his cousin with a grin plastered on his

were having a private moment. Now you ruined

was an asap,” Vincent says the one word I don’t like to hear. I am not sure whether it is his warning tone or the fact that it

designated work area and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Kylie makes a terrible hand sign that involves

turns to leave, but stops, “Before I go, your sister is having dinner at the Manor TOMORROW evening and has decided to stay the weekend. Illaria and Natasha don’t get

wants Diamond and I to haul ass to Liston

if you change your mind, you know where to find us. Tell Sienna I said Hi if she decides to join you ladies. Haven’t heard from

girl got a lot of explaining to do once she decides to show her face. You take care now. Bye Vincent.” I don’t say

you too,” Vincent says leaving without a backward glance. He walks so fast as if he can’t stand another minute in Kylie’s company. I wonder why?