Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

I see Serena comparing dresses and she’s obviously isn’t liking hers very much when everyone gushes about Guilia’s dress, including her mother, Ilaria. In fact, for all Ilaria’s bitchiness, she has been a dream the entire wedding. She even backed ten dozen biscuits and 4 cakes just because she knows Guilia likes her cakes. I want to believe her niceness is real, I really do but I can’t.

“You look beautiful too Serena.” She beams at me and I wink before I grab my phone from the passage table and begin to walk down before my sister. The amount of people in our entrance hall is an easy sixty. From our old Zia Irene to our Uncle Thomas, and Capo Marcello standing next to Nicole, they were all here, seeing their not so virgin bride walking down the stairs before she gets to the car.

Deno is waiting downstairs, looking exceptionally neat in a tuxedo.

Our house is packed and it feels like a funeral the way everyone is glaring at me. It is almost like they all know my secrets like they can see I am hiding something or someone.

I know that is not possible. The phone in my hand vibrates at that moment. A reminder of that secret and what I now have to do.

A lot can happen in a few months, including losing your virginity to a man you have no intention of marrying. And My father is standing downstairs waiting to give my sister to the man I once thought I would marry.

Slow steps, one at a time, down I go, people whisper as I finally reach the bottom stairs.

After a quick, run and greet as my sister’s maid of honor, we take a half-hour to get to the Catholic Church.

the news I heard this morning pops in my head. The shootout at the docks about 2 days ago, was now the new talk of Seattle, they were calling it gang wars, blaming the Mexicans and I’m sure that is what Marco and Deno wanted to happen. Then again, I did stroke his coat when I practically told him it was the

of Marco’s crimes. I already know, and that is the reason the thoughts of us together, his naked body on top of mine, the taste of his lips as he kissed me with such abandoned play in

looking every bit the nervous groom. My sister has grown fond of him. But now and again I still catch her

but as I look at him enter the Church with Ilaria, like all these Italian Made-Men with their big rings and so much power, I'm finding it very hard to

my own heart," Gabriel’s voice snaps me out of my wicked thoughts as

very handsome today, in a Navy-blue

now permanently serving

I tell him as a small smile peeks through the corner

the sweetest things

this is my only chance for the day to let

to kiss my cheek, “I’ll arrange the jet, Michel will let you know when to

my stepmother who is dressed in a lime green Vera Wang dress. She does not look very happy all of

want Guilia to, and that I always presumed was because Guilia was the