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

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,

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

Why marry me? I'm

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

“But why, answer me.”

for myself, but for the ones who have put

You are a problem I can’t just

see it. On the wall, taking up a good piece in the centre, is a picture in black and white, blown up of Camilla. BUT that isn’t

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

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

Mischa, don’t you? So, you will sentence me to a life with

at me!” I scream at

been looking at you since that roof,

anything else just takes a

won’t do it, I won’t marry you just so you can keep an eye on me, I would rather you just

wish he didn’t. “You are mine, it's my bed you will be

“I hate you.”

you will hate me more,

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 the part where I should cry, but my anger won’t allow me that relief.