Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 46

A message pings on my phone and I slip it out as I poke my finger on the elevator button.

Marco: In one month from now you will marry me, Aliyana. I suggest you use that time to get used to the idea.

I want to walk back there and punch his face. But I don’t. My father’s words ring in my ears. I know the extent of his crimes, and I know I am overpowered. In one months time I would marry Marco Catelli.

Xander and Salvatore come to fetch me, my father must have told him where I am.

I jump into the Bentley, my heart racing at how my life has turned. I am cursed because I committed a sin the day my lips touched Marco Catelli, and I dug it deeper when I walked into that library and gave him my body, only to leave when I did. A man I once loved.

We both did.

“We need to meet with Aleksie tonight,” Salvatore says from the front.

“Is that pair of clothes still in the boot?”

“Yes Miss Capello.”

I take in the City lights and I watch the people walk by, doing their thing, clueless of the bloodshed that will soon be spilled.

Today my father sold me to my enemy. Soon I will have to marry him. Marco Catelli was once the man I loved, but he took from me, time and time again. He hurt me.

So, it is only fair I take from him too. An eye for an eye.

I killed Camilla Moretti and I don’t regret a thing.

Leonardo da Vinci once wrote, Black is like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness as a false brightness, a lie?

2-years-ago if I stood on this very podium, with this man across from me, I would have been smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body then a promise of honesty and trust as I smiled with a warmth knotting my stomach walls.

Only then, my smile would’ve been comfortable, wrapped in genuine joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done it naked, ready to bare myself to this one man with a smile on my face.

A smile that wasn’t bold, or soaked with the whisper of revenge. My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would sooner be over. This marriage is no fairy-tale.