Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“I started shadowing Marco, BUT only when he was around. And Camilla was always there, but I was careful.”

“You mean stalking?” I can’t help but laugh. She sighs and it’s dramatic, just like the Guilia I know.

“It was hardly stalking. It was observing from afar.”

I put my hands up in peace, “Okay, Observing.”

“So one day we were at a party at the Rasetto’s place and Leonardo saw me watching Marco. He told me that he knew I had a crush on Marco, but it was cute, as long as I KNEW I was his and didn’t act out on it. But by then I was falling in love with Leonardo,” She cringes,

“But before I could say anything Camilla walked in, and Leonardo doesn’t like her, so he left me alone with her. She waited for him to go and the minute he was far away, she started ranting about how I am a little girl wanting to claw my way into Catelli’s home and in Marco’s life, I told her it wasn’t like that but she went crazy.”

I say nothing, but judging by Guilia’s wild eyes, there is more.

“So for the last five months every opportunity Camilla has alone with me, she brings it up, and if I even look at Marco or he talks to me she goes ballistic.”

“That is insane. Why don’t you tell Papa?”

Guilia stares, long and hard at me, and her eyes drop and I already know the answer to that, “You slept with Leonardo didn’t you?”

“Aliyana.”

feelings for Leonardo Guilia, haven’t had them for a

her head, agreeing with me, “I know, you and Marco. I saw the two of you that night just

you two, and yes, at the time

the memory of it all. It was so long ago, that I don’t even know who that girl is anymore. The girl who fell for a man

to yearn for if you must know, I was led to believe he was going to marry me, and as you can see that was never in

arms around me, “Why have we never

bullying you, we need to do something

with the She demon, and that is going to take a phone call to Kylie. She is

with a capital T, I’m in. And thanks, but tomorrow

foot on the bed when she gives

I ask her. She

like on the end of a city.”

please Liya.” I tighten my lips and cast a longing look to

surprised everyone is still

and hair tied on top of my head, I inwardly berate myself for confessing

confessing a truth you try to forget is a sour taste. Opening the double door industrial fridge, I see 2 gallons of milk, the one is half full so I take

thinking about doing to

shock of my life. Leonardo walks up to me and