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Herausgeber: BookRix
Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
Sprache: Englisch
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

The lines that blur between love and war are often the only thing keeping you alive. I wasn't a full Italian. My mother was a Russian, a female of the Bratva. To create peace between the Famiglia, her family gave her up. My father always said I was born lucky; I would never have to marry for power. I could choose. And for a while, I believed him. For a while, I thought I could marry the one I love. Until HE, Marco Catelli, eldest son of the Capo of the Famiglia, lost his betrothed and rose to be the Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of all Bosses. Until he needed an heir, a wife. Until he chose me. My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello, and this is my confession. "Bury him, mourn his fucking death. But come Monday morning, you mine, Aliyana." Marco Capo Dei Capi follows Aliyana Capello and Marco Catelli's life and the events leading them to the alter. When Lorenzo Catelli is murdered, Marco promises to avenge his brother's death with the help of Aliyana and his siblings. But as the answers are found, more people in the 5th State are murdered. When a cold past comes back, Marco finally sees some light in his corner. But all is not as it seems. Enemies are never far and few in the 5th State. Forced into a war he never wanted to protect the one he loves, Marco must choose the extent of the crimes he will commit and the enemies he will make especially if that enemy happens to be his future wife. The world of Aliyana Capello is one where love and war are constantly intertwined. As the daughter of the Consigliere Sartini Capello and a Russian Bratva female, she never thought she would have to marry for power. But when Marco Catelli, the Capo Dei Capi of the Famiglia, chooses her to be his wife and the mother of his heir, Aliyana's world is turned upside down. Their marriage is not just a union of two people, but of two powerful crime families. When Marco's brother is murdered, they must work together to avenge his death and protect their futur

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Title Page

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Dedication

Capo Dei Capi (Secrets Of The Famiglia, #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Union Of Death

Chapter 1

Aliyana

People don’t ask me when I became this way. No one can tell me they fully understand why I am the way I am.

I have never been normal.

I wasn’t born in the world that most of you are born into. My world is not like your norm. I live in the world your parents warn you about. The one with the boogeyman and no happy ending. It's the place where dreams are meant for the sleeping. And nightmares, a reality for the living.

Magic in my world only meant for the most powerful villains.

We call our world, The Fifth State, but many of you know it as the Underworld.

My life has always been amongst the ones born with a target on their backs.

An early grave.

I was born to be an enemy of the state, guilty as the sins of my father.

Our life, tied solely to our last name and how quick one can pull a trigger and get rid of the body.

My life will always be this way.

There is no out.

Death is inevitable.

You either the one with the gun in your hand or someone pissing their pants, the choice is yours.

Life is something I learned to live like it’s my last day. Today might just be that, my last day.

The chance of an early grave has been instilled in me from the day I opened my unseeing eyes.

I was born and grew up knowing my father carried a gun in his right pocket.

The ring on my father’s index finger - a symbol that he is part of a dangerous family, The Catelli Famiglia.

Nobody fucked with our family or our kind and lived to tell the tale.

I was born knowing that one day I will marry a Made-Man.

And maybe I was born to be lucky as not having to marry for power or one of the other fucked up reasons our fathers chose our spouses. But I was born to be the wife of a criminal.

The extent of his crimes is still to be seen.

Us - the females of the Famiglia are honed to be wives to Made-Men, to turn a blind eye when our spouses have mistresses because that is their way of protecting us.

We are raised knowing that in the game of war and power; we are pawns on a bloody board of chess.

I can’t say I’ve never wanted this life. It will be a worthless thought, as I have only ever known this way, and will die only ever knowing it too.

We aren’t born in the Mafia to grow up and leave. That only happens in movies and books. Even those happy endings aren’t that happy.

Let us face facts! Are we going to be happy walking away from who we are?

Are we going to be happy living a simple life, relying on a bunch of fucking cops to sort out our shit when trouble finds us? No, we would be miserable.

My granddad, a Capo from Rome, told my brother, it is easier to OFF a man and hide the body than to report a crime and wait for the cops.

It is a messed-up response to life, but sadly it is true.

Many people look at us in horror. The whispers of how bad the lives we live, floating like a thick blanket, surrounding us in the eyes of the public. Our men get accused of crimes they didn’t commit because there is no evidence of the ones they did commit.

The tabloids that slaughter our family names paint us as monsters.

The life that we call normal, the only one we will live, gets looked upon with disgust, jealousy, and terror.

I will tell you now, it isn’t that bad.

It's like never falling prey to a handsome man.

How would one know the pain of a broken heart if you have never tasted the bliss of forbidden fruit?

We live our lives with no thoughts of how we are going to pay our bills. We take what we want. It is the only way we know.

Our men take the risk, and we, the women, live in the benefits.

Now, while many people heard the rules of the Mafia, the ways of the Famiglia, I live in it.

Here, now, I confess my sins and tell you the way of the Mafia.

I am going to tell you the ways of our world without sugar-coating it.

My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello and, this is my confession.

Chapter 2

Aliyana

There is hope in all of us. A small glimmer of it even in the evilest of villains to walk the earth.

And love, oh love, a human emotion that is reckless, wild, and free as it paints you into the promise of its false truth, that is our fail switch.

Then there is humanity, an emotion that is weak - the reason we fall so far, we become blinded. Well, at least that is what my papa says.

We sacrifice so much for it; in the end, we are a mirror of our suicide.

I, Aliyana Capello, am not immune to the dealings of the heart when it comes to one man.

I am as vulnerable as if I have already slit my own throat.

“He is so handsome,” I say, staring at the guy walking in front of my sister and me.

Leonardo Catelli, third son of our Capo, Marcello Catelli.

Today is a special day for the Famiglia. Marco and Deno Catelli will be choosing their brides. The future heirs of the Famiglia.

“Gli sciocchi si innamorano Liya.” Fools fall in love Liya.

“Sono una sciocca in amore,” I am a fool in love, I inform my eldest sister as we walk to the back of the hall, to drop off the last batch of biscuits my stepmother made for this evening's dinner.

Neither of us complained when we were tasked with the 50-minute drive there and back. Any chance to get out of the house. One of the rare occasions we got to just be.

Guilia laughs, her black hair shaking as she tries with no reprieve to silence her loud display of emotion.

I don’t understand why she bothers. She is loud, so what?

My stepmother has tried for years to tame Guilia, but her mother, my papa's first wife, was a free spirit.

She died not long after giving birth to Guilia.

Guilia is just like her mother, with light hazel eyes and a brilliant smile that lights up any darkness. My papa told me that he liked Guilia and Filippo's mothers' spirit. She never backed out of a challenge.

But like her mother, my sister would never get to choose whom she loves.

Guilia will never experience the joy of a kiss with her first crush.

Because for ones like my sister, love will be something that will grow and die a sudden death. A tragedy.

“Do you find it strange that he sees you almost every day, yet still looks right past you?” Her strong accent voices out the words I ask myself a thousand times a day.

Her eager eyes make me want to laugh as the hollow feeling of want sucks in my stomach.

I smile, knowing full well the implications my sister will face in the wake of her marriage. The closest thing she'd ever get to a romance would be through my attempts, even if it is unreciprocated. For now

“Yes, but when the time comes, I will eventually make him see me.”

“When the time comes, you'll be gray, and I’ll be dead.”

“Hahaha, very funny.”

“You are 19 Liya, Papa won't allow you to pass another birthday without an engagement. You are freaking lucky Papa has given you the option to choose. I say you snatch Leonardo up before someone beats you to it.” Words can come so easy, but the truth is he is a Catelli, a Pure-blood. He will never choose me.

I need to be more logical in my choice.

“I am half Russian Guilia," My nonchalant words have her rolling her eyes, as she shuffles one of the coconut and cream biscuits.

She holds me on my shoulders and looks at my short form, giving me a little shake and those stern eyes, “A beautiful half Italian woman who is educated. Any man would be happy to have you, Liya. No more negative talk.”

“Guilia, Yana.” We hear the sound of our names coming from a man behind us. Guilia drops her hold on me and begins arranging the four trays of biscuits on the wooden counter.

A huge grin brightens my face as the man walks closer to us, not paying my sister's ringing phone any heed. The stainless-steel equipment and light tan melamine wood finish cupboards and rustic countertops behind him highlight his appearance as he makes his way over.

Watching him in the last few years, shooting up, broadening in every way that says he is not a boy any longer still, has me questioning science.

“REN!!!” My sister practically screams as my brown-haired, grey-eyed, and profoundly tanned best friend shows himself.

Lorenzo (Ren) Catelli is that guy - When he walks into a room, you know your day just got a fuck load better. He exudes confidence, screaming to the world that he is “That” guy.

His light blue jeans are filled with holes that show his bare knees every time he bends his leg. A white shirt hangs loosely around his torso but sits well on his waist, revealing his toned, 4 pack stomach.

The promise of his shoulders and chest broadening in a few years isn't hidden by his tee that sits tight around the top parts of his body.

His bridged nose scrunches up when I arch my eyebrow at how long he is hugging Guilia. I want to snort, but I refrain. Ren's prominent Italian features are robust to his bloodline compared to his brother, Leonardo, who is the split image of his grandmother. But where Leonardo dresses the part, with suits and shiny shoes, Ren's dress code is college good-boy. A complete opposite until his mouth turns up into a lopsided smile, then you see that he is undoubtedly a Catelli.

Then you know, without a doubt, Ren is a true Italian man, just without the dress code.

I whistle as I throw myself in his arms when he comes to hug me.

“Black and red Jordan’s. You pulling out quite the stops today, is Diamond here?” I look behind him as he hugs me back, lifting me a bit. An easy accomplishment, considering my short form.

My feet hit the ground, and I take a step back as he stands in his typical Ren fashion.

“No,” he muses as his lips touch me gently on my head.

It isn't the first time I wish he was the brother I wanted to marry. We are so much better together. Marrying Ren will be as simple as looking at him.

Ren will be easy to love. His heart, however, belongs to a friend of mine, Diamond. A biker Princess from Liston Hills and the only one he loves, now and forever.

When he met Diamond, I was there. I didn't need a microscope to examine their chemistry. I knew. His eyes never left her. He spoke to her for hours that night, both of them wanting the other. Ren being the ‘nice guy' he was, didn't say no to what she was offering because it was bad manners.

She was his.

I will never admit it aloud, but I have always been jealous of the way the two of them could just be. I think I resented him more as he was my friend, and we were from the same world. The idea of his dick being the deciding factor of why he got to live a normal life, and I didn't, did not please me in the least. And I knew I sounded like a bitch for even thinking it, but luckily it was stuck in my head and nowhere else.

The men in our world dated a lot of women before they got married. Some of them had long-term relationships with these women, and when the time came, they married us.

The 5th State women are the ones who got stuck with the Made-Man. The man they all eventually become after surviving their 10th gun down still standing. We get the leftovers while those normal flashy women taste fresh candy. Minty.

Ren, however, has no intention of leaving his diamond lover, ever. And though I'm jealous and envy them, I have every intention of helping him.

“My father insisted I attend alone or with an Italian beauty. I hear Leonardo got his eye on someone.” Ren makes a funny pout and waggles his brows, swiping a biscuit from one of the trays. I smack his arm.

“Diamond isn't coming?” I am surprised, she said she'll be there tonight. It's the reason I extended the invitation to Kylie Bray. There's something the three of us needed to do. Something I could never tell my sister, not even Ren.

“Of course, she’s coming. Kylie is bringing her as a plus one.” He rubs his shadowed beard as he looks behind me at the biscuits with longing. I swear he doesn't get any food with the amount he eats.

Shaking my head, I roll my gaze to the ceiling and back.

“You can take a few more, but if Ilaria finds out, you’re on your own.”

“I don't know why we had to do it here in Seattle. Why not New York?” Guilia groans as Ren fills his left hand with an assortment of biscuits.

She didn’t like coming to this side, but my sister wanted the man who controlled the State. A man I have never met. She saw him once up close.

Sometimes I wonder how women fell victim to a man with just a glimpse.

His crimes, faults, and every lousy habit hidden behind that need entrapping her.

Marco Catelli, I am sure, is a man with a lot of faults, and my sister is one of the many women who’ve fallen for his charms without understanding how deep his crimes go.

Is that our curse? Eve was made from Adam's rib. She ate the forbidden fruit, luring him to do just as she’d done. He forgot it was forbidden. The first trickster.

“Marco and Deno take residence this side,” Ren explains as I catch a glimpse of Leonardo jumping in his silver two-door SLK through the window. Do my faults way up to his? Do my secrets match his? His glasses are slipped on his face as he reverses out of the parking lot, giving me a perfect view of his sculpted sinful face.

I am doomed, not only by the faults of my family but by the extent of my love for one boy.

“Capo Marcello lives in New York,” Guilia points out as I turn my head back to Ren, who is watching me with keen grey eyes. I give him a slight shake of my head. I don't want to talk about it. I already know.

His expression changes when he turns his head to my sister, “My father wants to see how the other cities are doing since my brothers took this side up with Vince. Seattle is thriving, and if all goes well, my brothers will control more places and make the family stronger. We already own Washington State as a unit. Why not use it?”

Guilia's eyes sparkle with the glistening thrill of knowing something so secretive.

Ren’s honesty has always baffled me. In our world, we are raised to hold our secrets until the grave. At first meeting Ren, you can read him like an open book. If you are looking for an answer, all you need do is mention it to him. He will tell you exactly what he knows. You will believe everything he says. But open books show you what is in the book. It doesn’t explain much, just tells you the story.

My Papa told me that sharing too much is as good as asking for an early grave.

If what he says is true, has Ren always had a death wish? Or is my friend whom I have grown up with a master of lies. Has he told me what he thought I wanted to know instead of what really was the truth? It isn't the first time that question sticks in my head.

I am afraid of the correct answer to that question. It might just be the tool I need to dig into Ren's head, and I know I won't like what I find.

He touches Guilia’s nose when she scrunches it.

My sister, like most of the women, knows nothing of the dealings of our men. I have never been one of them. The dealings of our men were something I knew way too much about. Knowing was never a choice, but something I stumbled upon at an early age. And like an addiction, I made it my business to know as much as I could.

Sometimes our enemies were also our allies. Knowledge could be a powerful tool in the game of war and power.

We talk about College, Diamond, and all our other friends.

Ren’s charm is infectious, and his I don’t care attitude makes him Guilia’s focal point for the next 40 odd minutes. She loves hearing about our College stories.

Guilia didn’t see the need to apply for college when she finished school. And now, with her impending engagement to whomever Papa chose tonight, it’s far too late to change her mind. That choice will soon become the man who will own her.

When she was younger, Filippo refused Papa’s suggestion that she gets married when she turned 18. Those few months Filippo and Papa fought a lot.

The disagreement between Filippo and Papa subsided when Guilia helped our Capo's wife, Nicole, while she was ill.

Capo Marcello asked Guilia what she wanted in return. Guilia asked for time. Her one wish was that Papa not marry her off before I finished school.

It was a year back when my Papa fulfilled the promise he agreed to.

Guilia knows her time has come. And I think secretly she wants to get it done. At 23, she's considered a ripe age to marry.

Papa has kept Guilia on a very tight leash. She has responsibilities I would never have.

I wonder if my other sister, who was taken by my mother’s people, the Bratva would be like Guillia, trapped.

Or as a half-blood like me, have the freedom I do, one of choice even if that choice is limited.

Guilia hardly got to talk to men. She came across as naïve when she did. Especially with ones as handsome as Ren.

I am not surprised that she dotes on every word Ren says. Nor am I shocked when her longing gaze stares at him without blinking either.

These moments, I am glad I am not a full-blooded Italian woman born into a powerful family. I am the half-breed.

Sometimes I question myself, if my father’s decision to send me away was based solely on my stepmother’s dislike toward me, or was it also the blood running through my veins.

Growing up, I hardly ever saw my family. I was in Chicago, attending school, trying to stay alive. When I was home during break, my Papa allowed me freedom my sisters never got. I always ended up spending it with Ren, Gabriel, Michel, and Mero. That list extended in the last 2 years to a few others.

Even now, Guilia and my younger sister, Serena spend most of their time with my stepmother taking up the house or attending Gala's and functions in New York. I hardly ever get to see them.

I feel sorry for my two sisters. They will never know the joys of walking with friends on Campus or attending Parties with football players. Small things which make life a bit better when you think back on it while living as a prisoner in your own home.

A bit of happiness to store for those days you turn a blind eye to your husband's infidelity.

But I ache for my other sister more, the sacrificial lamb given to my mother’s people.

The Bratva are dangerous even in the 5th State. They trained some of their women to be killers and do unspeakable things. The more I knew about them, the deeper that ache grew.

“Do you remember our first night in Chicago?” Ren asks me.

“We snuck up to the rooftop and Michel got drunk on cheap vodka.” I laugh, shaking my head.

When I was younger, Papa sent me to school in Chicago after he witnessed my stepmother’s deep hate for me. I was the reminder of my mother’s existence and my father's lack of one.

Leaving my stepmother would have made Papa look weak, so Chicago was his solution.

I knew Papa hit her, and I didn’t like it then or now.

But there are times when I secretly wish I could slice her throat myself.

I still begrudge her for all those years ago, when she pushed me down the stairs. It was a Friday evening, I was watching reruns of Friends and painting in my bedroom.

Guilia was making popcorn when it happened. She found me at the bottom of the staircase. It was the one time I saw my sister lose it.

She dialed Papa, and he came home that evening in a bad mood. He carried me to my bed and called for our house maker, Katherine, to pack my bags. It was the next morning when I found out I was leaving for Chicago. The day my entire outlook on life changed. The day I changed.

“I remember you joining him.” Ren smiles as I groan from the memories.

It was a bad day. Papa explained to me the morning before I left, about the group of kids selected to go to Chicago as a peace offering between two Italian syndicates, the Russo and the Catelli family.

It was the first time my father called me into his office for something besides a hug. He was letting me go.

What he failed to mention was that I was the only girl amongst four boys.

What I learned after that was the gossip Papa had to deal with.

The questions that came from his decision followed his shadow for years. The implications it caused in our family was no small thing. But I knew why he did it, the alternative was worse.

All he ever wanted was to protect me. Well, that is what he told me the morning I left. Didn’t mean it felt right at the time.

I was only 11. Barely of age to take care of myself.

“We felt like we were pawned off,” Ren admits as his smile dims, reminiscing the memories the five of us will never talk about. Sometimes silence is voice enough when it’s painted solely in fear.

“We were. I never thought we’ll become a family of our own,” I tell him as I touch his arm. A small comfort to soften a heavy weight goes a long way in moments like these.

My sister remains quiet. She doesn't know what we did to survive in that place. Ren and Gabriel took most of it. But we all took the scars that came with our price of survival. We just handled it differently.

For seven years, we stuck together. Romero, Michel, Lorenzo, Gabriel, and I. We didn't have a choice.

Our bond was forged in blood and war. There was no power on the table.

Our parents will never know what we endured. They think the Russo family are their allies, but the five of us know different. The Russo family has no allies.

We knew that making the swap work was not an option. We had no choice but to become inseparable. My father was unknowingly the reason for our strong relationship getting forged in the first place. Our strong bloodlines and thirst for time made us unbreakable. After all, the five of us were the best of our family names.

The Capo sent his own son, Lorenzo Catelli.

DeMarco sent their future heir, Gabriel.

The Moretti sent their Capo’s son, Michel, and the Raseto sent their only pureblood son, Romero.

My Papa sent me- his reminder of what he lost.

The 5 best families in the Catelli Famiglia.

In return, the Russo sent their own. One of them was their Princess, Elisa. Our Capo insisted a girl be left in the care of the Famiglia, as I was.

The Catelli’s were kind to the children, raising them as they would us. But for us, it wasn't the case.

We weren’t accepted in Chicago as our parents had hoped. I was treated the worst and called a whore for staying with four boys.

They didn't consider that we were staying with their Capo’s sister and husband. Well, they just didn’t care. It wasn't the Adults that made us miserable, it was their kids.

Our Famiglia killed a lot of their family. They wanted to do the same, but their hands were tied, and payback wasn’t off the table.

What the other kids hoped would make us miserable and easy targets made us stronger.

“Yes, indeed we are,” Ren touches my head. His gaze strained far away. I don’t need to be his mind reader to know the night he is thinking about. The night we were saved by a Di Salvo.

“Now, you all join the same University. One day your kids will be just as close,” My sister says.

To the people in the Famiglia, these four boys are my brothers. After seven years, the stories amongst our kind became history, and Papa's choice of sending his half-blood daughter was regarded as an honorable action, not a suicide to his name.

But unfortunately, marriage to any one of the boys would be a scandal. It was the one rule Papa couldn’t be clearer about as I got older.

The thing is, I didn’t care, the lot of them were not him.

It was 2-days after my 15th birthday and the first day of summer vacation when I fell hopelessly in love with the handsome Leonardo Catelli.

The sun was blazing, giving his skin that extra golden glow as he stood in the Chicago heat.

He was moaning to Ren and Gabriel about having to fetch us. He was nineteen and the epitome of bad-boy. And I was a fifteen-year-old girl with crazy hormones. The poster girl for all things wrong.

He looked right past my short form as I stood gawking at his tall one. Black glasses hiding the eyes that would come to haunt me in the days that followed.

I never existed then, and I didn’t exist now. I was Yana, Ren’s friend. Leonardo greeted me when I went to his home after that day. He spoke to me when he had to and I always froze. Only with him.

I - A little cat with a distinguished surname and him - A lion raised to rule a territory of his own.

It’s my own personal brand of torture that Leonardo Catelli is the only one for me. Maybe it’s his voice, or broad shoulders, or the fact that he’s always smiling.

Or the few moments we shared on those rare occasions. Moments, I convinced myself a man like Leonardo Catelli could know I exist.

Whatever the reason, it was my driving force to get into University. The reason I chose to stay in Seattle, far away from my family.

One look at him in the morning as he crosses the Campus grounds and a few more when he attends frat parties is the perk up I need. A link. Even if it is all in my head.

Sometimes I wonder if he is the sole reason I chose to study business?

My Papa was proud when I announced that I was going to further my studies.

He always empowered me in more ways than one.

Except when it came to matters of the heart. I am clueless as my sister. My father still preaches to me that love will not guarantee me a stress-free life.

“I have not met your brother, Marco. Is he as charming as Deno?” I question Ren, changing the topic of conversation and quieting my mind.

I am aware that my sister is hoping to get chosen by Marco. I have not seen the man in person, but his brother, Deno, is a regular when Ren is around.

His dark humor, always welcomed.

If I could say it aloud, I would call him a friend. But Deno once told me that his friends were the enemies, he would one day kill.

I don't want to be his enemy.

It has been a while since I have seen him. There are rumors that the Famiglia is shifting power. And Deno Catelli is the name whispered as the leading player.

Unlike my sisters and most women of the Famiglia and even the ones that make up the 5th State, I say again, I know the dealings of our men. Not the false stories that are told to the women in attempts to keep them happy.

Growing up, I was always ashamed of having only half Italian blood. My Papa told me to be proud of the Bratva's blood in my veins. He said our women were strong, but the Russian's made their women unbreakable.

He said I am unbreakable. I like to believe that is true.

However, the bit I have come to know of the Bratva isn't something I want to be known for.

“He's hard work, thank fuck you don't have to marry for power, or you might just be stuck with one of my clan.” He laughs as I smack his arm, knowing he is teasing me because of Leonardo.

Ren has known my affections for his brother from that first day. But he also knows the chances of me marrying his brother are in the negative. Marcello Catelli won’t let his sons marry a half-breed, no matter how prominent my surname is.

Ren’s phone rings. I know the ringtone all too well, his fathers.

He doesn’t answer it, just frowns.

“I have to leave you, ladies, now. Guilia, it was lovely seeing you again. And my Yana Banana, I'll be your plus one tonight. I'll see you there. Wear something short and fleshy.” He winks at me as he saunters off to do his father’s bidding.

“He has a sexy butt, your friend must sleep well.” My sister sighs as she watches Ren leave.

“It's the hormones. Control them, we have three hours. Our stepmother will be bitching a fit if we’re late.”

“Why do you care so much about what she thinks?” Giulia asks.

“She is Elia and Serena's mother. We don't have a choice,” I tell her.

A valid reason but a lie.

My sister opens the black Mercedes as she takes off her light blue heels and throws them in the back of the convertible.

Her skin-tight jeans and Blue top screams sexy. She is so tall that I know she could have done well in modeling.

My short form, pale skin, green eyes, and ash blonde hair are everything that sets us apart.

Our slim figure is the one thing we share from our father.

“There is always a choice. We can go Gunzo on her and Zap-zap, ditch the body. Who would know?” Guilia says it like that can be an option as she starts the car.

I slam my door closed.

“Ilaria is Papa's wife, and a DeMarco, we can't go Zap-zap, or someone would Zap-zap us,” I inform my sister.

We both hate the woman but tolerate her, I, more than Guilia. The only difference is, I try to do as she says in hopes she will shut up about my extramural activities long enough. She has for now, but I think Ilaria's reasons are selfish and have nothing to do with me.

My sister is lucky when it comes to Ilaria. She is the eldest daughter, and my eldest brother, Filippo, will never let anyone harm our spirited sister. Ilaria included.

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