Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Chapter 14 (Aliyana)

I listen to Marco’s words, and snort as I leave the door, and let the two of them discuss their shit. I send Mero a message to not come back here, and tell Michel to get a car ready for tomorrow. There is no way I am handing my friend to Marco Catelli.

A quick text to an old friend and I am well on my way to getting back to my sister. This weekend is important and if all goes to plan it might be the last one, I have with her for a while. Because Papa will not be happy when he finds out what I did.

“If you think for a moment you are fooling anyone with the way you look at my man you are more stupid than you think.”

“You are hurting me Camilla. Please.” I walk in just in time to see Camilla with her claws in my sister, and Guilia’s arm twisted. Camilla’s eyes widen and she lets my sister go.

Not thinking, I march up to her and she stands her ground as I slap her across the face. She is taller than me, and dressed in a powerful suit. And then there is me,

“You are stupid thinking you can touch my sister.” She moves to slap me, but I grab her wrist mid-way, spinning her around by the same arm, I kick her with my barefoot on the crease behind her knee. She falls and makes a soft sound.

I bend down close to her ear, “I have taken men bigger than you, and dropped them just like this. Touch my sister again and I will slit your throat while Marco watches,” I push her on the floor and spit on the side of her head.

Mischa runs inside and sees Camilla on the floor, “Why is Aunt Camimi on the floor?.”

I smile at the girl as I walk closer to her and bend down, “Aunt Camilla is looking for her earing sweetheart. I’m going upstairs now with my sister, would you like to join?”

She smiles and her cheeks are so cute, I touch her nose, “No, I want daddy.”

The way she says it tugs at my heartstrings and reminds me so much of myself. I was just like her, my father’s daughter. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your daddy is on the side of the house, if you scream, he will come.”

I wink at her as I get up and she giggles, “You pretty,” She says, as I stand to my full height.

“Thanks kid, so are you, go find your daddy.”

“Guilia, let’s go.” We leave Camilla standing there and I take my sister and move to the staircase.

She makes a turn to go to her room, “Guilia, come to my room.” I leave no crumbs for argument and I have never spoken to my sister in this way.

She is older than me and she has always been the one who was stern. But what I saw today, is not good.

It was time my sister knew a few things about me, and the first was that I have never been the kid she thought I was. I have had death on my conscious since I was 12 years old. Maybe not exactly that, but she could count on me to protect her.

I close the door and lock it behind me, and see her standing in the middle of designated bedroom, ringing her fingers together.

“I suggest you start talking, what happened in there?”

She bursts into tears and I tilt my head, but walk over to her, knowing hurt can be a crippling thing. I hug her, “Papa wouldn’t be happy to see you crying, Filippo would be furious, and well you already know how I feel about it.”

“You should not be fighting my battles for me, you are the younger sister.” She sniffs and I let her go and take a step back, “Tutti abbiamo bisogno di aiuto a volte, Guilia.” We all need help sometimes, Guilia.

She smiles at me but it is so defeated that my own secret, the one which could have eased her heart sits heavy in the room.

“Even big sisters it seems.” She whispers and touches my cheek with her palm. I watch Guilia as she paces in my bedroom.

“How did you learn to fight like that?” She is more curious than worried, so I take that as a good sign.

“That is a loaded question. But a short answer, I grew up with 4 boys.”

She smiles, “Well, that was freaking awesome how you just took Camilla on. She isn’t that bad you know.”

“I don’t know, that is why I'm asking you.”

“When Leonardo and I first got engaged, I was miserable, and I couldn’t really come to you, or talk to Ilaria, so I found another way to deal with it.”

I arch my brow, waiting to hear more. My attention doesn’t waver from my sister.