Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 60

I’m not sure why I care so much for the mad man, but I do and I can’t tell anyone, even Deno who knows that I still harbor feelings for Marco. He spoke about him often enough, and even suggested that Marco and I should be friends, but I never said a thing, not even to agree to it.

Sometimes secrets are what keep us alive.

This is for the best.

Our moments are nothing more than a memory. Fleeting. I say those words when I hear his name, or see him from the safety of my window as he steps into my home. A lie I have come to believe at least where Marco is concerned.

Guilia spins around and rolls her eyes at me when I throw my white and pink emoticon pillow at her when she sticks out her butt.

She barely manages to walk toward where I am sitting on my bed before falling flat on her face.

I laugh, my words are choked as I say, “You look ridiculous, you can’t even walk.”

She makes a deep throaty sound of frustration, which causes me to laugh louder, “At least tell me you will consider Deno?”

"No, Yana. I like him Marco. He is a much better option than anyone Papa would choose and I am a better choice than Camilla. She isn’t sweet enough, she reminds me of an evil villain. I don’t trust her."

She smiles at me, as she moves her hair out of her make-up free face, giving me that look that I know isn’t going to go away because she believes in what she says.

“You only don’t trust her because you want her man,” I tease her as she manages to turn on the side, facing my sitting form.

She touches my nose when I scrunch it up knowing she is not going to be happy when he breaks her heart like he broke mine. But nor am I able to take Guilia serious with her wild hair failing all over her face, or her crazy eyes that are suddenly looking at me as if I stole her favorite shoes. Considering she loves all of them, in fact Guilia loves all things fashion. Opposite to me.

“Maybe you should come with me for Lunch with Deno, he is really nice.” I suggest it as I stare at the seam of the pink dress, looking ready to rip off her body. She has filled out these passing months. My sister has a curvy body now compared to 6 months ago, where she was almost straight with a bit of ass. She is all woman now. Ready to be a wife.

"No, we all can't be a second daughter and sneak around with a group of very sexy, dangerous Made-Men. Or be friends with our future Capo, while he whisks you away to some romantic secret place to devour you. If I even visited Azure, Papa will not think twice about turning my ass a few shades of purple, that is after Filippo gets to me."

"You mean a half-blood daughter, and you are too old to get a hiding. Plus I didn’t get devoured. I told you Deno and I didn’t sneak off. He was driving really fast." I clarify as my sister flicks her dark hair out of her face trying to get up from the bed and failing. She huffs and I chuckle at her position. I am not helping her.

“So you say, but I don't believe you, and you will never admit it, I was surprised when you called to tell me you’ve been ducking around at night. And I know it is for my own good even though I am older than you. But, either way you look at it, you can sneak out at night, meet a hot man and fall deep in love with him, I can’t. I can't even leave our home without Ilaria asking me a billion questions. I wish I was you.”