Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Out of all the people around the table I thought would be late for dinner; it didn’t cross my mind to put Aliyana on the list. The food is almost cold by the time she arrives, and because she is the guest none of us have eaten. Aside from Mischa of course.

“Sorry I’m late,” Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still swollen from sleep.

But her muzzled hair and half-mast eyes that are way too dangerous to belong to a woman like her, is not what has us all staring. Everyone seated around the table is wearing evening clothes, dressed to take pictures and have wine in the informal lounge after dinner. It is an Italian tradition when someone is getting married.

The women gossip and compare dresses and the men talk business. In our case, Aliyana will join in on our discussion.

“Why aren’t you dressed,” Guilia whisper yells from her seat looking as embarrassed as Aliyana should feel but she is comfortable in her skin. I’m not sure why my eyes are more drawn to her, the most underdressed person in the room.

Maybe it is the power she will soon possess. Or maybe it is her ability to be herself no matter how much the world seems to change around her.

“No one said dress up, Se mi dicessi di vestirmi, mi vestirei.” If you told me to dress up, I would dress up. She frowns and looks around the table, decked with food I am sure is cold by now.

Camilla is livid, and my patience is wearing thin just looking at her. She is dressed in track pants, and a cream jersey that has holes and paint on it. What on earth was she doing in her room for 5 hours. Surely not just sleeping. My eyes filter across the room to Deno, who is smiling. There is nothing amusing about it.

“Sit down, so we can eat,” I say because I have a feeling she will go upstairs to dress up.

She takes her seat next to Guilia and starts dishing up.

thought you said they

had to leave, Mero will be back later tonight and Michel

to dish up. The table remains quiet and dinner is not as joyous as I hoped it would be with an angry fiancé, but we get through the

and Aliyana gets up and starts helping them. I say nothing and Camilla blinks a few times before I

my hand on her knee under the table. She holds my hand in return smiling brighter.

whispers. I frown but

more. Xander hasn’t seen Aliyana for years, I have made certain of that. But obviously, that was about

don’t respond. We won’t be chatting later, about

the dishes,” Aliyana says not looking at the man who has kept a close watchful eye on Aliyana since she

up and does just as she asks, without question. The two of them walk side by side and I clench my

hard,” Camilla moans. I drop my hold on her leg and get

the library.” I kiss Camilla on her

footage between

Ghost

on the shelf until the door clicks

with cameras, and Matteo sits by the main set of cameras eating

Did you guys manage to get the plan I wanted?”