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

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 I was going to marry him, we

you doing here Aliyana, now isn't the time.”

Why marry

for many things, Aliyana,

“But why, answer me.”

I can actually say that Marco Catelli scares me. I am not frightened for myself, but for the ones

do you want me to tell you Aliyana? You

turns around and walks into 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 and white, blown up

legs up on the table, looking at the one behind the camera as if he, is the sole purpose of her existence. Is

when I walk through and follow him into the lounge. Strong shoulders, I once touched, look forlorn as he slouches. A hand on the brick bare wall,

about Mischa, don’t you? So, you will sentence me to a life with you? A man in love

at me!” I scream at him.

been looking at

just takes a sip of

marry you just so you can keep an eye on me,

He yells as he faces me. I wish he didn’t. “You are mine, it's my bed you will be sleeping in and

“I hate you.”

you will hate me more, take that as your wedding

I am not even a full Italian. What have I ever done to you? 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