“We are stalkers Yana,” My sister mumbles from next to me as we crouch on my bed, looking through the double windows.

I don't miss Leonardo watching us with a small smile on his thick lips. His glasses have long since left his wandering gaze for our perusal.

We've spent the last twenty minutes peeping from the top of my bedroom window at the three of them.

They have taken their discussion to the patio. Sitting on the large outdoor beige and blue lounge suites, we purchased just two days ago. This is great, as it makes it easier for us to see them. They are sipping on beers, and while they seem relaxed in the soft outdoor chairs, Marco’s face is harsh as he listens to whatever Filippo is telling him.

The two of them look rather close, very familiar. I didn’t know Filippo and Marco were on close terms. I guess staying home for the next few weeks with my family, there is a lot I am going to find out. Including who Marco Catelli was.

I usually try my best to not be home on the days when Ilaria is around, but Papa asked me to be home this week.

“Make an effort, mia, your whole family is here. Your sister is getting tied soon. You can spend time away from your friends for a few weeks, no?”

“Si Papa.”

I understood his sudden need to do so. Guilia didn’t like Seattle, it brought back memories of my mother’s death.

admit it to me, for fear I would be jealous, or ask questions I shouldn’t, she missed my mother and my sister. My sister’s name wasn’t a name spoken in the family. My father forbade it.

ate at him like a cancer.

him more knowing his wife was gone

absence of a name would not stop

sleeves up, revealing the beginnings

that bound them together. I asked him what it was, but he said he couldn’t tell me exactly.

was crossed between a Latin ancient runic language and a beast with a rosary around its chest. The tattoo

says, 'I don't get these muscles pumping iron.' His strength is something which came naturally with his

wasn't punching iron, he was punching bone.

he lifts his chin up toward us again as Marco barks,

at the threat lurking in his

Filippo laughs, and Marco takes a sip of his beer, shaking his

is

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