Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 17

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.”

I go to the cupboard and pull out the chocolate.

“No, you don’t.” He gets up and walks around the counter and I look up at the man that hurt me.

“I do, Mezzosangue, and that speech I gave in there did not mean that I just forgot about her, Deno named his fucking club after her. We have searched for years, looking.”

“So, where is she?” I slam the chocolate in his chest and he holds my wrist, holding my hand to his beating heart.

“Here, Mi Amore.” I pull my hand away from him.

“Don’t call me that, you have no right. You chose that over me.”

He traps me closer as his black depths drown me, all over again. I am not weak, but now I don’t feel strong any longer.

“I have every right; you think I had 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.

His other hand holds on to my waist, “You honestly believe I chose to let you go?”

“Please, Marco, don’t.”

“No, Aliyana, you don’t, you breaking my heart, Mezzosangue.” His mouth descends on mine and one day I will question the sanity behind this moment, someday I would look back and pray it finally made sense because today isn’t that day.