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.

Aliyana? Or is she creating havoc with Gabriel?” I ask and though I say nothing, I

she be married off

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

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

you must know,” I say as my hand wraps around her waist and her smile

watch her face, her cheeks, her mouth, and just when I have

do is say who.” I let Camilla

with all my men, didn’t get to choose who I

straighten my

“No, but...”

is not something that is up for discussion. She

“I know but...”

to be a success, there is a lot more at

bravery and show of power she is an Italian woman who knows her place and chooses her battles. I admire that about her. She

sleeping. She's still to meet the others.” Camilla

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

my journal for the next hour, losing myself in my words. Writing everything is new to

can truly be myself and

crying voice of my daughter and the light sounds of her little feet as they run toward the library. How she always knows where

the room, and right toward me. Her hair is long and black, and her blue velvet dress is partially shoved into her pants. I turn my chair as she

rosy cheeks flush from her fear. Because that is what it is, fear of me not there when