Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“Then you will be the only one. Aliyana is quite capable of handling herself. She has the Misfits and will soon be much more than Sartini Capello's daughter “

“Whatever you think she is, just make sure you remember that you are as much a part of the Shadows as all of us. Your new title won’t protect you from your duty.”

“My duty is to protect my daughter.”

The Ghost walks toward the library door. I think he is ready to leave. He turns to face me and I see nothing but his blue gaze he got from his mother.

“If you wish to protect your daughter you should start by protecting your Queen. The Shadows will be arriving soon, I suggest you start preparing. And that woman of yours should learn that snitches get stitches.”

“Then I’ll see you soon,” I say as he leaves. My mind rumbles with questions and plans. What if, what not, all circled around one person, a woman who just a few days ago was a girl who stood on the rooftop of a building, barefoot in a green dress gazing at the stars, not know that the stars were bowing to her.

My attention is drawn to my desk that sits at the apex of the room. And like I have done since I got here 2 weeks prior I walk toward the antique and sit in the brown leathered chair. Pulling the draw open, I put a hand inside until I feel the lever at the back.

A click is sounded and I open the small part in the middle of my desk that has now shown itself. In it is a leather woven journal I have had since my grandfather handed it to me many years ago.

I unwrap the leather binding and open it to a blank page, and grab the black marker pen.

Mischa

The moon is a beautiful sight when it is caught in its perfect form, but so is a beetle when you are chasing it.

“Marco, you are being unsociable,” Camilla's strong voice filters through the room. I close the book and smile up at the woman who would forever be mine until the day she died. I am not certain why it doesn’t sound as appealing as it once did.

creating havoc with Gabriel?” I ask and though I say nothing, I

have, which brother will she be married

does its trick to poke, and like the good husband, I intend to

from my space I close the gap to the brown-haired beauty with a tall frame and tits I feasted on as

hand wraps around her waist and her

when I have her, I grab her hair and pull her head back

can marry whoever she chooses, all she needs to do is say who.”

even I, with all my men, didn’t

complaining?” I query as I straighten my

“No, but...”

something that is up for discussion. She

“I know but...”

a success, there is a lot more at stake than

of power she is an Italian woman who knows her place and chooses her battles. I admire that about her. She is strong but knows that I am a beastly

to meet the others.”

to take a few seconds to really question myself, if Camilla could be snitching on Aliyana? And if

head back to the desk and continue with my journal for the next hour, losing myself in my words. Writing everything is new to

my coping mechanism. The one place I can truly be

feet as they run toward the library. How she always knows where to find me

is long and black, and her blue velvet dress is partially shoved into her pants. I turn my chair as she jumps straight into my arms

pink lips and her rosy cheeks flush from her fear.