Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 68

“He isn't part of your club. He is a member of the Famiglia. When his name left your mouth, it became my business.” I glare at him, as I point out the obvious.

It is my father’s business and I am my father’s daughter.

We stand in a stare off.

“Why don't you go on and pour yourself a glass of that heat you wanted sugar,” Kylie chips in.

She has a knack for sensing danger. I stand stationary for a few seconds longer before I walk away.

I go straight to the cabinets filled with alcohol and do just that.

I tune them all out as Kylie tells them to fuck off in a nicer way. There are a few things that my father needn't know about today, but I needed to tell him about this. He'd want to know the bikers are looking for Vincent.

Kylie waits for the two men to leave and opens up the other part she keeps hidden in this ‘cave.’ My mind fizzles out and my mood, though it seems light to my friends, is anything but.

Our day falls into an evening as Kylie entertains us about her encounters with The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club, and her brother, Kevin AKA Killer Stone who was part of the club along with my cousin which I didn’t share with my friends.

Ignoring the look Diamond gives me when I leave to fetch my phone from the sofa in the front room. I further ignore the look I get from Kylie when I ignore the phone call from Deno and the other one from my sister in favor of a glass of Hennessey.

It’s passing 6pm when I get back home. To say I am a bit tipsy is an understatement, I am border line drunk, but thanks to the likes of Gabriel and Mero I can handle drunk.

“Guilia.” I scream from the bottom of the stairs as I slip off my peach pumps smiling at the light spin, I feel doing such a mundane task.

“Guilia,” I scream again. My phone beeps and I decide to check my News Alert. My eyes are a bit squinty before I gather my shit up enough to actually read a coherent sentence.

Billionaire Business Man, Marco Catelli and Heiress Camilla Moretti engaged

I close my eyes as a million emotions flood my mind. I don’t need to read the rest of the headline to know I won’t like it. I knew it would come eventually. I am not surprised, even as my body feels like it just took a massive weight of lead and swallowed it.

Marco can marry her for all I care. In a few years time I will have moved on.

He is an arrogant asshole and I am glad I got to see it sooner. I hate him.

My sister comes from the back of the house, my father’s office.

“How was your day, I stopped by the ice-cream shop to get some chocolate kisses for you,” I say ignoring the turmoil going on inside of me and the slight need to barf at the thought of him and Camilla together in anyway.

“ALIYANA.” I have seen my sister’s face like this before, it was the day I told her I was leaving for Chicago.

I rush to Guilia, meeting her half way, drunk state forgotten.

My worry is instant.