Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“Mercer Island has its beauty, but it’s fuckin’ cold.” Filippo murmurs, looking out to the water.

“Want some?” Deno asks extending the joint they decided to smoke.

Xander looks at me from the top part of the boat, where he is sitting with Marco and Camilla laughing about something. I had to give the guy credit when he tried to sit next to me. However, Filippo and Gabriel beat him to the punch. They more like pushed him away. I drop my gaze from his when Marco catches me staring and Camilla whisper’s something in his ear.

“Guilia was just telling me your art is getting Exhibited in a few months.” Leonardo yells from the bottom of the boat, where Guilia, him and Mischa are sitting.

“I am, Gabriel is going to be my male model,” I say back as Gabriel grabs me by the waist and starts tickling me and I scream when Filippo joins.

We ride on the boat for another hour before we hit shoreline and Guilia, Camilla, Mischa and myself rush to the house while the men stay behind.

“Oh my gosh, it is so freaking cold. I need a hot bath and thick piece of that chocolate cake, Liya.”

“Cake? Your skin needs to be clear before the wedding. You already have a few zits around your chin,” Camilla says as Mischa runs to the bathroom.

“Zits go away, and their marriage is arranged. It isn’t like Leonardo can call off the wedding if he wanted to. And I doubt he’d want that,” I wink at my sister as she drops her gaze, saying nothing. I am not sure if it’s because she still thinks I have feelings for him or the truth behind my words.

“Maybe but it would decide whether she remains the only one. We live in a world where a man is king and we are peasants,” Camilla argues as we walk toward the stairs leading to the rooms.

important to her husband as the children she’ll give him,” Guilia says as she begins walking up the carpeted

“Male children.” Camilla corrects.

Something about it rubs me the wrong way,

of our men do, if not more so. Don’t let his love for one child

adds as we get to

man who would be my husband. I will add gender discrimination to the list of no no’s,” I say and Guilia

not

who couldn’t keep his eyes off you maybe it won’t be for too long.” I actually snort at the thought of it. The guy and I were never

decades,” Camilla winks and Guilia giggles when I make

my sister is just that, suspicion. But a part of me restless, like I am missing something. Stretching my neck, I walk toward the bed, that is overly exaggerated in its glory, like it is fit for a queen. Guilia’s room is not this big and I asked her why, but she dropped her face and smiled saying nothing. I am glad I have this room, because the white bath tub on the left is calling my name. My jacket is gone in a second and

is cold, so I throw the towel from the wooden rack on

throat clears, “I wouldn’t do that Miss Capello.” The deep voice scares me and I drop to the floor with a small squeal. My hands hit the tile in time to save my face from

his breath, as he begins walking closer and my bedroom

move fast to the walk-in cupboard.

up as I still laugh a bit. I

you laughing so

to take off my pants, I thought it was funny. What are