Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

After a long lunch and the afternoon fast approaching, I head to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting Marco to be sitting there.

I turn to head right back out,

“Don’t go,” Two words I once wanted to say, two words that would have once held much more than what it means now.

“Why?”

“Please, stay,” I think about it carefully, before I turn around and see him sitting by the counter with a chair and his laptop.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses.” His eyes are covered with a thin metal frame. He looks almost sad, and I find it odd since he has everything he wants.

“Years of reading do that to a man. If you looking for the chocolate there is a Belgium one on the top cupboard behind you.”

“Thanks.”

“Aliyana,”

“Did you know my sister? Azurella?”

He is so silent, and I wonder if I were to drop a feather would I hear it.

“Yes, I did. We all knew her, and I know what you thinking.”

to the cupboard and pull

the counter and I look up at the man

in there did not mean that I just forgot about her, Deno named his fucking club after her. We

is she?” I slam the chocolate in his chest and he holds my wrist, holding my

Mi Amore.” I pull my hand away

call me that, you have no right.

black depths drown me, all over again. I am not

a fucking choice? You think I want to watch you throw yourself at other men?” He pushes me toward the fridge door, away from the passageway and preying eyes.

other hand holds on to my waist, “You honestly

“Please, Marco, don’t.”

breaking my heart, Mezzosangue.” His mouth descends on mine and one day I will question the sanity behind this moment,

the man who hurt me, the one who wants to kill my friend. Today, I betray my soul, my sister,

it is, today I lie and sin. Today I choose lust of loyalty. And I don’t regret it one single bit, as he takes his other hand and holds onto my breast, grinding his hard length

sound coming closer, my sister. I push Marco back and he stands there looking like a man lost but equal

I should storm out, but

glance. Only now, I don’t have anywhere else

since lunch, is

the cold, watching the last of

her

jacket and I know somewhere in the back of my mind it is freezing

widen and she grabs my arm