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.

Or is she creating havoc with Gabriel?” I ask and though I say nothing, I don’t miss the twitch in Camilla's red

will she be married

question wears a double meaning and does its trick to poke, and like the good

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

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

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

she needs to do is say who.” I let Camilla go and step back.

“That can’t be true, even I, with all my men, didn’t get to choose who I

my pants, keeping my attention drawn

“No, but...”

something that is up

“I know but...”

needs to be a success, there is a lot more at stake than

is to be submissive. With all Camilla’s bravery and show of power she is an Italian woman who knows

to meet the others.” Camilla leaves the library after

have to take a few seconds to really question

my journal for the next hour, losing myself in my words. Writing everything is new to me, something I started 6 months ago.

I can truly be myself and let everything I'm feeling

her little feet as they run toward

shoved into her pants. I turn my chair as she jumps straight into my arms and

to her pink lips and her rosy cheeks flush from her fear. Because that