Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Aliyana

I leave straight away and head to my future husband, Marco Catelli.

I arrive at his Penthouse on the outskirts of Washington DC. It is funny that I know exactly where he lives without even coming here.

The doorman looks at me, probably wondering what a small thing like me is doing here at nine at night.

“Marco Catelli please, tell him it's Aliyana Capello.”

The door man phones and talks to Marco and I am surprised when he ushers me to the elevator and slides his card in without a pause.

“The lift should take you right to the Penthouse Miss Capello. You have a good day.”

“Thank you.”

I get to the Penthouse and Marco is waiting for me with a scowl on his face. His short hair is in a tumbled mess.

He has a right to be dishevelled, his fiancé just died. He lost his father and watched his brother become head of the Famiglia in one month. And made his first big decision since his own rise in power. Me

him for the brandy on his breath, and the creases on his shirt. Standing in his Penthouse, just by the door, I look at my

are you doing here Aliyana, now isn't the

don't love you. Why marry me? I'm not

things, Aliyana,

“But why, answer me.”

not frightened for myself, but for the ones who have put that look in

want me to tell you Aliyana? You are a problem I can’t just

his place, with the door open. I walk in after him and that is when I see it. On the wall, taking up a good piece in the centre, is a picture in black

t-shirt, with her legs up on the table, looking at the one behind

shoulders, I once touched, look forlorn as he slouches. A hand on the brick bare wall, as the fireplace he is standing in front

to snitch about Mischa, don’t you? So, you will sentence me to a life with you? A man in love with another woman?” I am flabbergasted.

at me!” I

looking at you

just takes a sip of

you just so you can keep an eye on me,

as he faces me. I wish he didn’t. “You are mine, it's my

“I hate you.”

you will hate me more, take that as your

against me, you killed my sister, you killed her baby, she was fucking innocent. Don’t you see how you ruin everything you touch?” I turn around, my back to him. I can’t look at Marco now. My first kiss, my first love, my biggest regret. This is the part where I should cry, but my anger won’t allow me that