Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

A message pings on my phone and I slip it out as I poke my finger on the elevator button.

Marco: In one month from now you will marry me, Aliyana. I suggest you use that time to get used to the idea.

I want to walk back there and punch his face. But I don’t. My father’s words ring in my ears. I know the extent of his crimes, and I know I am overpowered. In one months time I would marry Marco Catelli.

Xander and Salvatore come to fetch me, my father must have told him where I am.

I jump into the Bentley, my heart racing at how my life has turned. I am cursed because I committed a sin the day my lips touched Marco Catelli, and I dug it deeper when I walked into that library and gave him my body, only to leave when I did. A man I once loved.

We both did.

“We need to meet with Aleksie tonight,” Salvatore says from the front.

“Is that pair of clothes still in the boot?”

“Yes Miss Capello.”

City lights and I watch the people walk by, doing their thing,

marry him. Marco Catelli was once the

from him too.

I don’t regret a thing.

once wrote, Black is like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness as a false brightness, a lie?

smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body then a promise of honesty and trust as I smiled with a warmth

genuine joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done it naked,

soaked with the whisper of revenge. My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would sooner be

this entire scene once had the potential to be the perfect imagery of a great folklore tale where the devil

The devil was once an angel. Marco Catelli has never known

this entire Church is my hate for this one man, my

it in his own. I need not look into the crowd to know the women are glaring at me in disgust and jealousy. I am marrying a Catelli. The few PEOPLE happy about this union are old and might think Marco’s hand over mine means he loves me. But I assure you, love is not the case of point. He is squashing my hand, his cynical eyes are stabbing me to death, over and over again. Marco Catelli is showing

future. He is marrying me to avenge the one he has already claimed as his own. He is slipping this ring on my finger because I am the one with the tools he now needs in his arsenal to start a war. I am the last choice.

Catelli’s only obsession is feeding his addiction to power. It has

going to just allow him to use me, I will relish in his misery when he realizes I am not the mouse he was so in love with. Camilla Moretti was foolish and whatever led her to her untimely death was her own doing. She wanted to play a game with the wrong players and like

I have gained Queen status. I am as evil and cunning as