Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 6

“It’s like we stepped foot into another dimension it is so cold.” Two men in black pants and jackets walk over toward us, and begin unlocking the gates. I am surprised the gates don’t open automatically like his father's place.

“It seems the owner over the house wishes to maintain the house in its full ancient theme. Which apparently includes lack of better security.” I say earning me Filippo’s first laugh since he got into the car.

“Everything here is donkey years old. Except there is excellent cell service. This place belonged to the DeMarco’s for nearly 4 Centuries. Marco inherited it when his mother passed.”

“His mother is a DeMarco?” This is news to me, I always thought they were Nicole’s children. If Marco is a DeMarco, that means Gabriel is related to Marco.

Marco, Marco, Marco. The word runs through my head. His name is a reminder of who he is. Question is, was the reminder a curse or a blessing? I’m going to go with the latter. Maybe joining this weekend away is not such a bad idea after all. There is a lot of things one can learn when the answers are close by.

“Not all the Catelli siblings belong to Nicole. Let’s keep this one between us.” I nod just as the gates part ways for us and Guilia rustles at the back, sensing our arrival.

“It feels like I’ve stepped into another time,” Guilia utters as she yawns and most probably stretches her long lithe body. The space at the back is a bit cramped with the paint supplies I carried just in case the mood struck me.

“Did you enjoy the nap?” I ask as I drive into the yard surrounded by an open manicured garden.

I can't see the house nicely from this far. But I do take note of the overly on top art piece that is the entry of the greenery. It is crafted in ivory, two lions intertwined in a battle of wills.

I try to zoom in on the statue but can't really get a good inspection on the piece which is the one grandeur of the garden.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. And I also want to say sorry for behaving like a brat.”

“I am cool with it,” I say as Filippo ignores her apology. I wonder what she said to piss him off this bad?

My nerves are not helping my inquisitive self either. They are currently on strike for working too hard these last few hours. They are demanding release. The crisp clean air penetrates my senses as I pay all my attention to the healthy evergreen grass and hedgehog trees.

Further away resembles the plot of a dead ground for the ghost of Carnival street, haunted in a grey fog, still in the promise of the winter chill.

I welcome the crisp of the air, a thrilling flare as each inhale is felt deep within me.

There were a few rumors regarding this Manor. Most of it farfetched besides the one tale I think has some truth to it. Marco Catelli had a graveyard in his backyard. Of that, I am almost 99% certain.

"We're here!” I say as the car stops under the big dome-like parking space. To my right is the entrance, which is open to two doors that I'm sure is akin to the gateway of Buckingham palace.

"Yup, we have arrived. This place is a tidbit creepy," Guilia makes a shivering sound. I turn off the car’s engine and see perpendicular to me is a familiar face. Xander Moretti

He must have a strong sense because he looks at me right through the partially tinted window and his eyes say nothing. The last time I saw him was the night Ren and Matteo killed a Russo.

“I think it’s perfect,” I whisper the words, not sure if they can hear me but not caring either.

Matteo shows himself as he opens my door and the smell of his vape hits my nose. The strong vanilla scent catches in my throat as he blows the smoke.

“'Why do you smoke that, it’s disgusting.”