Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Chapter 22 (Marco)

“Why were you looking in my desk yesterday, Aliyana?” She is standing in the middle of the room looking at me like I am puzzle.

“No reason.” I am not sure what I want her to say, but honesty is not going to be her best policy if she is to get out of this unscathed.

“There is always a reason, what do you want?” She is looking at me like I am more than just the man who hurt her and I am wondering how the fuck am I going to tell her that I have turned against everything I believe in for her. But first I need Aliyana to willingly give me back what she took.

“Maybe a pen.”

“Don’t play coy with me, there is fucking pens everywhere in the goddamn house and you walk all the way here? Try again!” I cross my arms and stand with my legs slightly parted.

“Maybe I like that one.”

“I am done playing nice, first you go behind my back and get Salvatore to snoop in my fucking house and still rant about it to your brother. Then you decide to play fucking Nancy Drew, Talk.”

She says nothing, and Camilla actually cringes, because she knows I am pissed,

“Camilla, get Guilia AND tell Xander to round up the guards and leave. I’ll message you later.”

“Marco…” Camilla mutters,

“NOW.” I bark and she jumps rushing out of the library. I don’t miss the look she gives me.

it. And then I walk to the only camera I keep

shall we?” She glares at me, “I’m not your meek wife, I told you I did nothing

it is wrong or not. AND I don’t

on the brown leather chair and slowly remove my cufflinks, watching her in that fucking skin tight little skirt she decided to wear

think about

at me and storms closer, “You are unreasonable right now, I told you why I was here, if you wanted no one in the Library, lock the

house! Why the fuck should I

her lips and I watch her nostrils flare, as she sees me take off my watch. Her green glare

of me, what

tell me what you

but something must come over her when

I have a loud voice.” Shaking my head, I

for her to realize how close she already is to me. I could grab her in a second, tackle

left this morning to attend some business and make sure Salvatore

right sending

know is you aren’t leaving here

doesn’t belong to

in my house, it very well fucking belongs to me,” I walk

what else belongs to me,

two steps backwards. Not quite what I

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