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 I am for his loss, if I

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

love you. Why marry me? I'm not right for

marry for many things, Aliyana,

“But why, answer me.”

this is the first 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

You are a problem I can’t

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,

on the table, looking at the one behind the camera

through and follow him into the lounge. Strong shoulders, I once touched, look forlorn as he slouches. A hand on the brick bare wall, as the fireplace he is standing in front of with the brandy filled glass in his

to a life with you?

belong here! Look at me!” I scream at

I have been looking at you

just takes a sip

marry you just so you can keep an eye

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

“I hate you.”

will hate me more, take that as your

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