Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Rebellion has become my latest friend and closest companion when dealing with my father these last four months. To think in less than a few short months Ren would be gone for a year. An entire year without him.

“Surely there must be someone else Papa. I really don’t want to go, please?”

“Absolutely not. Ilaria is prepping for our Christmas dinner and your brother can’t be the only one who attends. Now enough of this whining, you are leaving in an hour and that is final. Your sister needs you there, this is a big-time for her. It isn’t every day a woman gets married. Soon Guilia will be a Catelli. Making babies and doing woman things.”

I roll my eyes at my father’s back currently faced to me. After my week with Kylie and Diamond ended the day before, I wasn’t so keen on the prospect of me going to the Manor. Apparently, the Manor was not the Catelli’s household I thought.

Which wasn’t too far from my own, but it was Marco’s Manor and required a 3-hour drive to the middle of nowhere.

A trip that far meant Filippo Guilia and myself were all going in one convoy. Which meant this was going to be an entire 180 minutes listening to Guilia bitch and moan, while Filippo swore about every damn car that didn’t drive the way he wanted.

rosy. The only thing is I’m not looking forward to it one bit. What soured my mood even further was the near mentioning thought of meeting Camilla

be married. According to my nosy friend Kylie, Camilla was apparently secretly living with Marco

news, going just seemed like I was throwing myself into

and Michel are related to Camilla so naturally, they could’ve attended if

will be attending on his Uncle's behalf and I think the two of you alone is enough trouble for one weekend, so I have decided to send Matteo.” And there it is. The bane of my existence. Matteo Di Salvo is the most annoying being ever to cross paths with me and stay.

Which

him, why is he always

turns at the tone in my voice, and then I am not so brave. The

the door.” My father’s request takes me a second, but a feeling of nerves crushes me as I get up to do as he orders. My frown and curiosity now a blanket on my face, as I seat myself down in the brown leather chair, I have sat in almost every day these

even in her death and it isn’t the first time I wonder why my father chose to cheat on the woman he holds at the apex

people outside the Famiglia are noticing. This could be a problem. If I send Salvatore these people would think our ties are not solid and strike. Salvatore is not just a guard soldier. He was a gift from Deno for your safety. Extra protection. We must be strong and stand united. My history and bad blood with Marcello should not be carried on with you and your siblings. So with