Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Today is supposed to be glorious, and magical. I’m supposed to get up and walk downstairs and everyone is supposed to scream ‘Happy Birthday Aliyana.’

Only here I am downstairs, eating breakfast, alone at my kitchen counter. I look at my phone, hoping it would ring or I would get a message, but nothing comes through.

Frustration and anger ring its ugly head as I spoon the oats cereal into my mouth. I put my phone on silent, for a few minutes. Then I go into my chats and silence my father’s name.

Then I change the silent ringtone and add something not too loud. Once my cereal is done, I take my phone and start scrolling to see my Facebook messages. Nothing

Nobody remembers it’s my birthday. I wish summer could be here so I could swim my troubles away but it is a cold day.

And since my father decided to leave for New York and not return, and my brother decided to drop off the Aliyana wagon with him there is no elaborate day today.

Unhappy father, broke ass daughter.

Guilia was still on her honeymoon, trying to get a baby I’m sure and since Kylie decided to surprise her hot biker boyfriend, I’m guessing my birthday is not anything to celebrate after all.

Mero would have done something, except he is hiding out in the middle of nowhere, trying to stay alive.

My phone rings and I almost fall off the chair swiping right.

“Hello?”

outside, mind

I bite my tongue, as he bangs on the door and a thrill at

tall man before I beckon him inside, where he starts taking out

is like entering a different atmosphere it’s

as his scar face changes from mild amusement to a full

remembered?” I squeal as I throw my short body into his chest, happier he remembered my birthday than the actual present.

could I forget Miss Capello, it is all you ever talking about these

even called.” I tell him, but

and open the box, revealing a pair of sapphire and diamond earrings. The gift is extravagant, and personal.

asks, and I lift my

perfect Salvatore.

are welcome Miss Capello.”

room.” His

I frown knowing I left it closed

envelope. I put the box down on my night stand and sit as I take the envelope. It has my name on it, written in a familiar hand writing. I would recognize

as my fingers

single letter written in white paper sits inside with a key. I get up and close my door, in case Salvatore