Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

The light from the sensors blinds me but I remain crouched behind the tree, waiting for Salvatore to walk past and signal a clear coast. He tilts his head, and I rush down the driveway, keeping to the wall as Matteo and Cal turn the corner. 2 soldiers show up on my right and I duck down, just in time.

After the wedding today, I was glad Papa was angry with me, and didn’t bat an eyelash when I said I was going to tell Matteo to get me home.

The reception was the one place I wasn’t allowed as it was the Catelli’s property and Marco didn’t want me there. He was trying to punish me, for the very thing he unknowingly helped me save, twice.

Tonight’s decision thus became easier, when defying Papa's orders didn’t consist of lying to his face.

I wait as my leg starts to burn from the uncomfortable position it is currently in. The guards move like clockwork. It isn’t a brain teaser to figure out that they are going to the guardhouse to check the surveillance and then have a smoke. I wait for them to enter and I keep to my haunches.

Once I get to the gate, I remain behind the bush of trees. Papa is leaving for DC tonight. He told me after announcing that Guilia and Leonardo will leave for their honeymoon straight after the reception.

Today is exactly one week after my world came tumbling down as Marco confessed his love for me minutes after Camilla confessed hers and sweetened it with a baby in the oven. She didn’t show today, and I want to believe it is because she is homesick but I have no proof, and Michel neither. Camilla was living with Xander, and that was all he knew.

It is passing eight as the black BMW drives in and I rush out. The soldier, Tike Malone comes only for the evening shift. But he is like clockwork. Which makes it easy for me as I rush out. I run down the road, my phone lighting up just in time with Michel's name. The cold air bites through the cracks of my thin sweat shirt.

“That was easy enough,” I say moving closer toward the car, phone on speaker.

“We should get you a doppelganger,” Gabriel yells from the car.

“We should, maybe one that would stay locked up for days,” I muse, with a wistfulness, as I say back into the phone shaking my head as I rush down the road. I see them parked in the 4 door ML and I run toward it. The bright Victorian style mansion they are parked in front of are full of cars. And the noise could be heard all the way down the driveway as I near them. Which is a sign that whoever’s party it is, the place is blasting. The front door is pushed open, and I grab the top edge of the car door and hop in. I put my phone on the small section in-between the heated seats as Gabriel ends the call. Reversing out, he puts the car in drive as I clip on my seatbelt.

eyes light up in a way that

Liya, though we should find out what the fuck is going on first with Mero before we move him,” He voices loud earning him negative points for bringing it up. Because

up to while I was trying to escape

your father’s guy. That old man that drives your ass to school when Di Salvo is MIA.” Michel points out from the back. I can smell the different cologne. Michel wears faint, but strong scents, and Gabriel always goes for a softer scent, Dunhill blue. Which he has

“Jere?”

want to socialize with us young ones,” Michel carries on as Gabriel

constant in the car but not

is just there.

of nothing, like the moments I catch him looking at Kylie, thinking he might be thinking of what it would be like to kiss her lips. Gabriel has never seemed like the type who would

house and found me painting, and his eyes showed me places I might've considered entering if it wasn’t for the fact that the Catelli brothers have both been the end of the arrow of my

should admit as I look at Gabriel driving while Michel begins ironing out our plan that with Marco it was love, a mild feeling of wanting something that just couldn’t be mine

with both of them I fell, too hard

he, of all could love a woman like me. Because even though he has confessed his love, that love comes with

low enough that my ass is

that guy Jere didn’t want to hang with us. Can’t get

informs Michel as he accelerates and I take

a

the fighter since he was always training, not

Filippo. They even put money on Michel saying that he was going to win. I didn't doubt

on your game though,” Gabriel’s strait-laced tone has me smiling. The map in my hand shows