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 future husband. As sorry as I am for his loss,

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

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

marry for many things, Aliyana, love is not one

“But why, answer me.”

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

to tell you Aliyana? You are

up a good piece in the centre, is a picture in black and

the one behind the camera as if he, is the sole purpose of her existence. Is that what love

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 with another woman?” I

belong here! Look at me!” I scream at

at you since

just takes

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

a negotiation,” He yells as he faces me. I wish he didn’t. “You are mine, it's my bed you will

“I hate you.”

me more, take

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