Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“You look beautiful,” I say to my sister. She does.

Her skin glows with happiness I will never feel. The glimmer in her gaze a reflection of crystal spotted in the sun. This is a good thing.

Today is after all her wedding day. My sleeve hides the flecks of blood on my wrist. My gloved hands blinding her and all the out comers of the evidence that is my temper from their accusing watchful sights.

A smile is said to come in different forms and like one may see all things from a vast number of ‘opinionated’ ways, a smile can be taken just the same.

I would like to think the one I am currently carving to my face is telling all of them that I am in fact sane and very ‘delighted’ to be here. Yes, what I think and what actually is, are on completely opposite sides of the totem.

Because I know my smile is fake, it is malicious, a lure to the naïve and a tell, to the wicked.

I am Aliyana Capello, Consigliera Sartini Capello's daughter, and right now I am an enemy of the Catelli brothers. I’m harboring a traitor, and maybe it is true, or maybe it isn’t, either way, they are just as guilty as he is. They have taken many more brothers and sisters and as much as it pains me to say it, as much as Ren mattered to us, those people mattered to their family just as much.

Months have gone by since Guilia was promised to Leonardo. Guilia and Leonardo delayed their marriage as long as they could. I am glad in a way, as it has given them a chance to get to know one another.

Two days have passed since I last spoke to Marco. My father was so furious at me, he said nothing to me for the rest of the night. He further shouted at Ilaria for nothing and that really got me.

with Guilia and help her with their new place. Most of the women prepared their homes before a wedding and purchased

joined by cousins from the Catelli and Moretti

and her left the Manor, but when they got back, I was waiting by the door with no sign of

face was

not spoken about it and I have avoided any attempts from her side to bring the conversation up. So in a way, when these ladies were all over us, gossiping about their husbands or making up idle conversation, I was listening and playing

those women were all in the know, although none

Marco was right when he said my sister’s marriage to Leonardo would help ease a lot of issues circulating in

all. He was so angry when he spoke to me, I hurt him, I could tell just by looking at his obsidian eyes.

to just let him kill my friend? Was that his idea of love? Mine was unconditional when it came to the Misfits. I owed Mero

walking toward the back of the house as my sister’s laugh sounds through the air when my brother tells her to hurry

“Hello?”

bit of a problem, I need to leave tonight.’

I look around me, making sure no one is eavesdropping on our conversation.

the Southside, stopped at this burger place, but Vincent Raseto showed up, my cousin. Tried to duck him, but

hiss as I hear my name called from the other end of the house and