Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 3

By then you are finally free to feel and to purge all that anger, hate, pain and love out. It is only once you have finally stopped and understood that life isn’t about what other people want. It is about you, what you want, who you want and I don’t want a man who chooses someone over me.

I want a lover who is unafraid of reason, who stands tall in those things that don’t make sense and who isn’t scared away by the thought of loving me. And I deserve that feeling of completeness.

And right now, that lover is me.

“I say we ditch the whole formal vibe and do a retro theme. Ky would love it, you can get that girl Diane to organize it.”

“I’m not feeling Retro. When I agreed to this Ky, said small. Now, I’m sensing big.”

“True, but we not havin’ the party just for you, your birthday is just an excuse to have a party, things are pretty boring recently.”

“If we are going for Retro we should have it at Cristen, the place looks akin to a 60’s club.” My new favorite place.

When Deno and Marco asked us to frequent the place, I admit I was lost and didn’t know what to believe.

Whether I could trust the Misfits, I’m still not sure. Nobody wants to admit when the people who are supposed to be our most trusted allies turn out to be strangers. Even when the answers are staring you right in the face.

But a few months ago, that all changed when I had to face facts. If Romero, Michel or Gabriel killed Ren, what was the reason and did it mean that I would be next? We all learned to fight together, shoot, aim and leave no fingerprints unless you are framing someone. Everything we have done up until this point has been all of us.

However, I learned a bit more than them when it came to smelling a rat. It was something my father instilled in me from a young age. Because it might just save my ass one day.

And since I started frequenting Cristen, I smelled a big rat, every time I stepped foot in that place.

“How much longer? If I am going to be stuck like this for another half-hour at least give me darn chocolate or somethin’,” Diamond whines from the deck. Her hair drapes down her back like a golden satin cloth.

“I can HEAR you nagging like a banshee all the way from the kitchen. I brought your darn chocolate,” Kylie walks into the backyard, wearing a yellow and blue bikini that does wonders for her breasts.

The same breast that looks a cup size bigger than I remember it. Her body is tall, but where Diamond is a barely-there 17-year-old girl still growing into her womanhood, Kylie Bray is all woman.

Her hips are on the curvy side, but not too much that makes her take the hourglass shape. Her breasts are small but full, and her long legs that are currently shining and dark shoulder-length hair that drowns in health brings no doubt that she is in fact a pure-bred rich girl.

The tray she is currently balancing with cocktails I know has more alcohol than it does anything else, proves why she is genuinely the best person I know by far.

“If this drink doesn’t add some zing to your ming, Liya, I don’t know what will. And stop staring at my boobs. I’m going to think you want to touch them or somethin’.”

Diamond laughs when my cheeks go pink as my own laugh comes out in a soft giggle.

“Do you wanna touch my boobs Liya? I would touch yours if you want.” Kylie’s make-shift sultry voice has me splattering my paint on the floor as I put it down and Diamond half falling off her chair, I was currently painting for the last 2 hours.

“I leave you, girls, for an hour and you turn gay,” Deno walks to the backyard from the side of the house. His cream chino’s and lose shirt is not the attire I saw him in this morning.

Kylie winks at me as she puts the tray down on the side table near Diamond and pulls her long jersey over her bikini.

“What on earth are you even talking about? Since when did a woman offerin’ another woman a feel of her chest considered gay? This is the 21st Century, boob touching is a thing now.”

Deno smiles, and taking the bait walks closer toward us, “And does this ‘thing’ extend to say, a man like myself?”

Diamond laughs louder, teasing “Yeah, Ky-Ky, does it extend to a man like Deno.”

Kylie’s face turns shell shocked and I can’t take my poor friend lost for words as her big brown eyes remain in a frozen state. Dumb-founded is the correct thing to say.