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?”

mind opening?” Salvatore.

The thought of torturing him a bit comes to mind but I bite my tongue, as he bangs on the door and a thrill at just having

door, and look at the tall man before I beckon him inside,

is like entering a different atmosphere it’s so

amusement to a full

squeal as I throw my short body into his chest, happier

I forget Miss Capello, it is all you ever

true, but no one else has even called.” I tell him, but he says nothing to that as he hands me

and open the box, revealing a pair of sapphire and diamond earrings.

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

Salvatore.

welcome Miss

this in my room.” His knowing gaze says nothing

and I frown knowing I left it closed so the

on my night stand and sit as I take the envelope. It has my name

my fingers trace the

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