Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)
Chapter 6 (Aliyana)
“It’s like we stepped foot into another dimension it is so cold.” Two men in black pants and jackets walk over toward us, and begin unlocking the gates. I am surprised the gates don’t open automatically like his father's place.
“It seems the owner over the house wishes to maintain the house in its full ancient theme. Which apparently includes lack of better security.” I say earning me Filippo’s first laugh since he got into the car.
“Everything here is donkey years old. Except there is excellent cell service. This place belonged to the DeMarco’s for nearly 4 Centuries. Marco inherited it when his mother passed.”
“His mother is a DeMarco?” This is news to me, I always thought they were Nicole’s children. If Marco is a DeMarco, that means Gabriel is related to Marco.
Marco, Marco, Marco. The word runs through my head. His name is a reminder of who he is. Question is, was the reminder a curse or a blessing? I’m going to go with the latter. Maybe joining this weekend away is not such a bad idea after all. There is a lot of things one can learn when the answers are close by.
“Not all the Catelli siblings belong to Nicole. Let’s keep this one between us.” I nod just as the gates part ways for us and Guilia rustles at the back, sensing our arrival.
“It feels like I’ve stepped into another time,” Guilia utters as she yawns and most probably stretches her long lithe body. The space at the back is a bit cramped with the paint supplies I carried just in case the mood struck me.
“Did you enjoy the nap?” I ask as I drive into the yard surrounded by an open manicured garden.
I can't see the house nicely from this far. But I do take note of the overly on top art piece that is the entry of the greenery. It is crafted in ivory, two lions intertwined in a battle of wills.
I try to zoom in on the statue but can't really get a good inspection on the piece which is the one grandeur of the garden.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. And I also want to say sorry for behaving like a brat.”
“I am cool with it,” I say as Filippo ignores her apology. I wonder what she said to piss him off this bad?
for working too hard these last few hours. They are demanding release. The crisp clean air penetrates
the ghost of Carnival street, haunted in a grey fog, still
a thrilling flare
it farfetched besides the one tale I think has some truth to it. Marco
car stops under the big dome-like parking space. To my right is the entrance, which is open to two
we have arrived. This place is a tidbit creepy," Guilia makes a shivering sound. I turn
me right through the partially tinted window and his eyes say nothing. The last time I saw him was the night
the words, not sure if they can hear
vape hits my nose. The strong vanilla scent catches in my
you smoke that,
says as he slips the device into his coat pocket. My eyes betray me as they go back to Xander who is dressed in denim pants and a ski jacket. He has no gloves on his hands but if he is cold, he doesn’t
command,” Matteo says as my brother
it seems to be full of jealousy,” Guilia adds walking past us,
I tease with a wink of my own as he has
don’t stand a moment longer in the presence
his dark slacks and grey Jersey. His smile is as false as his personality. My stomach knots as my heart picks up speed with every inch closer
and not Deno? Because karma likes to fuck
doesn’t look at me and I am thankful for that small reprieve to reprimand my traitorous body into not humiliating me as it did the last time I had to look into the man's face. My body must remain faithful to my sanity
a needed shield and I am grateful for them, and also for the hardness, it has caused around my heart