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.”

go to the cupboard and pull out the chocolate.

up and walks around the counter

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

chocolate in his chest and he holds

pull my hand away

you have no right. You chose

depths drown me, all over again. I am not weak, but

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.

“You honestly believe I chose to let

“Please, Marco, don’t.”

my heart, Mezzosangue.” His mouth descends on mine and one day I will question the sanity behind this moment,

kill my friend. Today, I betray my soul, my

sin. Today I choose lust of loyalty. And I don’t regret it one single bit, as he takes

stands there looking like a man lost but equal parts hungry, his chest

you.” I should storm out, but

there, as I walk away without a backward glance. Only now, I don’t have anywhere else to go besides somewhere in the property. A property that belongs to him.

quiet since lunch, is everything alright?” Guilia

want to remain quiet as I stand in the cold, watching the last of the light filter through

know her

a jacket and I know somewhere in the back of

she grabs my arm moving me further away