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 opening?” Salvatore.

of torturing him a bit comes to mind but I bite my tongue, as

I beckon him inside, where he starts

a different atmosphere it’s

amusement to a full blown smile when he hands me a

into his chest,

Capello, it is all you ever talking about these days.”

has even called.” I tell him, but he says nothing to

the black wrapper and open the box, revealing a pair

like it?” He asks, and I lift my toes and kiss him on

perfect Salvatore. Thank you.”

welcome

drink, I’ll just go put this in my room.” His knowing gaze says nothing as he leaves me and heads to the

door is pushed open, and I frown knowing I left it closed so the heat could circulate

see it, but in between my pillow is a green 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

with a key. I get