Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 33

Today is supposed to be glorious, and magical. I’m supposed to get up and walk downstairs and everyone is supposed to scream ‘Happy Birthday Aliyana.’

Only here I am downstairs, eating breakfast, alone at my kitchen counter. I look at my phone, hoping it would ring or I would get a message, but nothing comes through.

Frustration and anger ring its ugly head as I spoon the oats cereal into my mouth. I put my phone on silent, for a few minutes. Then I go into my chats and silence my father’s name.

Then I change the silent ringtone and add something not too loud. Once my cereal is done, I take my phone and start scrolling to see my Facebook messages. Nothing

Nobody remembers it’s my birthday. I wish summer could be here so I could swim my troubles away but it is a cold day.

And since my father decided to leave for New York and not return, and my brother decided to drop off the Aliyana wagon with him there is no elaborate day today.

Unhappy father, broke ass daughter.

Guilia was still on her honeymoon, trying to get a baby I’m sure and since Kylie decided to surprise her hot biker boyfriend, I’m guessing my birthday is not anything to celebrate after all.

Mero would have done something, except he is hiding out in the middle of nowhere, trying to stay alive.

My phone rings and I almost fall off the chair swiping right.

“Hello?”

“I’m freezing outside, mind opening?” Salvatore.

“Yes,” The thought of torturing him a bit comes to mind but I bite my tongue, as he bangs on the door and a thrill at just having some company brightens my mood.

I swing open the door, and look at the tall man before I beckon him inside, where he starts taking out his jacket and boots.

“Your place is like entering a different atmosphere it’s so warm.”

“Thanks.” I smile as his scar face changes from mild amusement to a full blown smile when he hands me a box.

“You remembered?” I squeal as I throw my short body into his chest, happier he remembered my birthday than the actual present.

“How could I forget Miss Capello, it is all you ever talking about these days.”

“Well, yes, true, but no one else has even called.” I tell him, but he says nothing to that as he hands me my present.