Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

I want to keep my attention on his chest, but my chin lifts up to face the harshness of his masculine face.

“Dance with me, Aliyana.” He doesn’t allow me an answer as thick fingers wrap around my naked flesh as the music plays. A familiar tune, causing my eyes to widen in recognition. My heart races in assumption. He knows me.

“You were there, but...” My words die as his eyes boil me alive with an intensity so unravelling to my minuscule mind I forget to inhale.

He cups my elbows and pulls me closer toward his heat. The dark gaze of a killer, never leaving mine.

He bends his head.

His nose right next to my own. Flesh to flesh, breath to breath.

Rough, thick fingers restrain me. I breathe painful gulps of oxygen. I don’t take shallow gulps, no I take big chunks of air. My chest expanding and contracting. He must notice it, but all he does is slides me deeper toward him. Closer but still not close enough.

“Balla con me, Mezzosangue.” Dance with me half-blood.

He doesn’t wait for me to reply as Nina-Simone sings feeling good. Marco’s hands travel, gingerly down my arms. Sure, secure fingers touching my pulse.

Warm, rough hands engulf my dainty ones. Taking my left hand, Marco places my palm flat on his chest. I have always felt short and invisible around people, but here, now, with this mad-man, I am so much more.

His warming hold leaves my own as his fingers spread across the bare part of my back.

Flesh to flesh.

Breath to breath.

I move my left foot to take a step back, away from his temporary prison of seduction. I inhale a lungful of air, hoping to leave this. Whatever ‘this’ is. He is too much.

escape-move to dip me down.

he brings me up again, and digs the tips

way it was

to lure you into its temporary will, I am only a human being held by a demon whose wants right now is all I can think about as the

I finally surrender to the devil who holds me

coming alive at this moment. My eyes sealed as my body's awareness remains heightened by every touch Marco Catelli places on my skin. I surrender to him. His breath, hot against my cheek as he draws me closer to his tall form. His leg rubs against my own. The soft satin of my dress grazing the pebbles of my breast as his arm persists pressing against my erratic beating chest. Every sense intensified as I close my eyes

scent- rich, spicy, and earthy. The small pokes from his jaw against my soft

in a perfect setting, that the who's no longer matter, but the where, is an ideal match, lined up into one small paragraph of your life? A sudden occurrence meant to last for just a

surrounded by roses, but him and I, there is nothing right about us. Why does the thought sound like a lie? As if he senses my mind's corruption, he tightens his hold on my

my own, millimeters from the part of my body inflamed by him. This all feels like a dream. Something is at

forbidden moment, a wrong turn, always has

for this

the extent of his crimes. Is it coincidence when that ring that makes him who he

of war, and right now, I am the woman in

another phone I didn’t even know he had, and like all experiences, this moment comes to an end. It feels like the spell is broken, the after-effects fading fast, taking away all it allowed in the few short minutes we stood with our bodies so close, connected.

take a few steps

this moment? Should I be glad?

around the phone attached to his ear. All this

it would be critical,

said, hiding from the truth

simple decision to turn your life around. For me, it's a

walk toward Marco Catelli's frozen form.

then it comes.

My betrayal.