Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“It’s like we stepped foot into another dimension it is so cold.” Two men in black pants and jackets walk over toward us, and begin unlocking the gates. I am surprised the gates don’t open automatically like his father's place.

“It seems the owner over the house wishes to maintain the house in its full ancient theme. Which apparently includes lack of better security.” I say earning me Filippo’s first laugh since he got into the car.

“Everything here is donkey years old. Except there is excellent cell service. This place belonged to the DeMarco’s for nearly 4 Centuries. Marco inherited it when his mother passed.”

“His mother is a DeMarco?” This is news to me, I always thought they were Nicole’s children. If Marco is a DeMarco, that means Gabriel is related to Marco.

Marco, Marco, Marco. The word runs through my head. His name is a reminder of who he is. Question is, was the reminder a curse or a blessing? I’m going to go with the latter. Maybe joining this weekend away is not such a bad idea after all. There is a lot of things one can learn when the answers are close by.

“Not all the Catelli siblings belong to Nicole. Let’s keep this one between us.” I nod just as the gates part ways for us and Guilia rustles at the back, sensing our arrival.

“It feels like I’ve stepped into another time,” Guilia utters as she yawns and most probably stretches her long lithe body. The space at the back is a bit cramped with the paint supplies I carried just in case the mood struck me.

“Did you enjoy the nap?” I ask as I drive into the yard surrounded by an open manicured garden.

I can't see the house nicely from this far. But I do take note of the overly on top art piece that is the entry of the greenery. It is crafted in ivory, two lions intertwined in a battle of wills.

I try to zoom in on the statue but can't really get a good inspection on the piece which is the one grandeur of the garden.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. And I also want to say sorry for behaving like a brat.”

“I am cool with it,” I say as Filippo ignores her apology. I wonder what she said to piss him off this bad?

not helping my inquisitive self either. They are currently on strike for working too hard these last few hours. They are demanding release. The crisp clean air penetrates my senses as I pay all my attention to the

street, haunted in a grey fog, still in the promise

the air, a thrilling flare as each inhale

some truth to it. Marco Catelli had a graveyard in his backyard. Of that, I am almost 99%

I say as the car stops under the big dome-like parking space. To my right is the entrance, which is open to two doors that I'm sure is akin to the gateway of Buckingham

sound. I turn off the car’s engine and see perpendicular

have a strong sense because he looks at me right through the partially tinted window and his eyes say nothing.

words, not sure if they can hear me but not

vape hits my nose. The strong

do you smoke that, it’s

it until you've tried it,” Matteo says as he slips the device into his coat pocket. My eyes betray me as they go back to Xander who is dressed in denim pants and a ski jacket. He has no gloves on his hands

crushing on Xander? Good luck, the guy is Marco’s first command,” Matteo

jealousy,” Guilia adds walking past us, she touches Matteo on the shoulder and

sexy men, good taste,” I tease with a

don’t stand a moment longer in the presence of

owner stands, in his dark slacks and grey Jersey. His smile is as false as his personality. My stomach knots

not Deno? Because karma

not humiliating me as it did the last time I had to look into the man's

the hardness, it has caused around my heart since this man I now stop in front of, showed me the meaning