Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2) novel Chapter 7

Complications are something I consider a natural hiccup that comes from making too many changes in one go.

The woman, yes, that one woman who walked into my home minutes ago is indigestion stuck in my fucking chest and she is not going away. I have sealed that with my brother’s marriage to her sister.

“You looked surprised to see my sister, I know I mentioned she was coming.” Filippo misses nothing when it comes to his siblings, and I am certain he didn’t miss my surprise when she walked up to me and called me Mr. Catelli.

What the fuck is that all about? And why is she wearing such sexy clothes? Is she secretly seeing someone? Must be Gabriel, the fucker was too excited when he heard she was coming.

“She looks like a woman, I thought she’s a kid.”

Filippo smiles and touches my shoulder,

“She was never a kid. Only now she is ready to show us what we always knew no?”

The reminder of the 12-year-old girl with a gun in her hand flashes in my head. If the thought does anything, it reminds me of the real reason I chose Camilla in the end and not Aliyana.

Only at the time, I wasn’t aware that Camilla Moretti was the girl I lost my heart to 6-years-ago. If that isn’t a sign I’m not sure what is. The thought makes me smile. Following Filippo inside the house, I don’t miss the man lurking in the dark waiting for me beneath the staircase. We weren’t done with our meeting.

“I'll see you all for lunch.” Filippo flicks his hand waving me off as I retreat to the man, who was mostly a ghost.

“Let’s finish this in the library,” I say as I begin walking in the opposite direction of all the noise.

The Ghost doesn’t make a sound when it follows behind me. Opening the double doors, I welcome the smell of wood, rosemary and my favorite, books.

“Knight is not going to like it, but I'll do it if it means you owe me a favor ” The Ghost voices and I turn to look at the boy. He is still in his early 20’s and what I hear, the ladies love his pierced, tattooed Goth look he wears like a second skin. No matter how much he covers himself in, he can’t hide the blue blood staining his very existence. Nor can I hide the cursed one coating my own.