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

in his Penthouse, just by the door, I look at my future husband. As sorry as

are you doing here Aliyana, now isn't the

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

“We marry for many things, Aliyana, love is not one of

“But why, answer me.”

that Marco Catelli scares me. I am not frightened for myself, but for the ones who have put that look in his eyes. He suffers pain, but I see

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

and that is when I see it. On the wall, taking up a good piece in the centre, is a picture in black and white, blown up of Camilla.

one behind the camera as if he, is the sole purpose of her existence.

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

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

here! Look at me!”

I have been looking at you since that roof,

say anything else just takes a sip of

so you can keep an eye on me, I would rather you

mine, it's

“I hate you.”

time you will hate me more, take that

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,