Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

After a long lunch and the afternoon fast approaching, I head to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting Marco to be sitting there.

I turn to head right back out,

“Don’t go,” Two words I once wanted to say, two words that would have once held much more than what it means now.

“Why?”

“Please, stay,” I think about it carefully, before I turn around and see him sitting by the counter with a chair and his laptop.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses.” His eyes are covered with a thin metal frame. He looks almost sad, and I find it odd since he has everything he wants.

“Years of reading do that to a man. If you looking for the chocolate there is a Belgium one on the top cupboard behind you.”

“Thanks.”

“Aliyana,”

“Did you know my sister? Azurella?”

He is so silent, and I wonder if I were to drop a feather would I hear it.

“Yes, I did. We all knew her, and I know what you thinking.”

the cupboard and pull out

and walks around the counter and

in there did not mean that I just forgot about her, Deno named his fucking club after her. We have searched

in his chest and he holds my wrist, holding my hand to his beating heart.

Amore.” I pull my

you have no right. You chose that over me.”

depths drown me, all over again. I am not weak, but now I don’t

think I had a fucking choice? You think I want to watch you throw yourself at other men?” He pushes me toward the fridge door, away from the passageway and preying eyes.

hand holds on to my waist, “You honestly believe I chose

“Please, Marco, don’t.”

day I will question the sanity behind this moment, someday I would look back and pray it finally made sense

Marco Catelli, the man who hurt me, the one who wants to kill my friend. Today, I betray my

and sin.

familiar sound coming closer, my sister. I push Marco back and he stands there looking like a man lost but equal parts hungry, his chest rising and falling

should storm out, but

without a backward glance. Only now, I don’t have anywhere else

awfully quiet since lunch, is everything

as I stand in the cold, watching the last of the light filter through

her name,” I

view, she is wearing a jacket and I know somewhere in the back of my mind it is freezing

eyes widen and she grabs my arm moving me further away from