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

for the brandy on his breath, and the creases on his shirt. Standing in his Penthouse, just by the door, I look at my future husband. As sorry as I am for his loss, if

now isn't the time.”

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

things, Aliyana, love is not

“But why, answer me.”

time I can actually say 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

You are a problem I can’t just get rid

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

on the table, looking at the one behind the camera as if he, is the sole

and follow him into the lounge. Strong shoulders, I once touched, look forlorn as he slouches. A hand on

you? So, you will sentence me to a life with you? A man in love with another woman?” I am

belong here! Look at me!” I scream

at

takes a

marry you just so you can keep

“You are mine, it's my bed you will be sleeping in and believe me we won't

“I hate you.”

will hate me more, take that as your wedding

We shared something, I was honest with you and you used that 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