Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

The two of them appear to be having a tense conversation, and Vincent looks like he is ready to explode when Kylie says something to him. I frown, hoping they are okay.

My heel sinks into the grass. Cursing under my breath, I pull it out. These shoes prove a mission to walk toward the black Mercedes I drove here in. My car is the only part of today I had a say over. The black lace dress and headpiece I pull off my head, to the high-heel black pumps and makeup-free face was all my sisters doing.

I haven't attended a funeral since I was 12. We lost one of our own then, my small niece, Geneva, and her mother.

It wasn’t long after did my cousin Rosco disappear. Then, nobody cared about a 12-year-old part Russian girl and what she wore to the funeral. I was as invisible then as I am now. Then it bothered me, my invisibility was something I hated, but now I am glad because I can leave without the worry of someone giving a fuck where I'm going.

Ren cared.

The thought makes me suffocate with sorrow. He's gone, my Ren is now never. I lose my balance, bending down to place my hands on my knees, taking a deep breath.

What happened, Ren? Who wanted you dead?

Warm, rough fingers wrap around my arm, pulling me up.

“Let me go,” I hiss as I glare to whoever has stolen this moment.

“Walk with me, Aliyana,” Marco pulls me, and I find my feet going with his. Not by choice.

“I want to leave Marco!”

“So, do I! Now we can leave together.”

“I want to leave alone.” I turn my head to the crowd of people, afraid of who might be looking. Now is not the time to be taking chances. The wind chooses this moment to blow my hair back, with it the stench of death.

I hate cemeteries.

“Sure, you do.”

kept a civil relationship with them as we were part of the Catelli Famiglia, but where my brother remained close

to let me go.”

wanted to ask me why he was here last night, she didn't, but her eyes said all the words she chose not to. People will talk if they saw me walking with Marco. I am sure they already are. He is single, older than me by centuries, I

"I want..."

what we want, so walk.” He interrupts any attempt I have of redeeming what

glare at him, but I say nothing, he just lost his brother.

by the line of cars parked on the side of the gravel and guarded by our soldiers. One soldier who happens to belong to

Shit.

toward a black

making it known

this is reckless, you can't be

you stay here. Choose now, Mezzosangue.”

say, deliberately

father’s pleasure is not my

stare intently

unknown road. Our only hope is that we get to stay on it a bit longer before we are taken

I say the words like a warning. I should have known better; Marco

and fasten my

in this car." Not sure what I expected him to say in response to that.

I am learning fast – Don't expect

he drives down the

the fuck are you?” Deno’s voice breaks the

way to the Penthouse,

there.”

and I make a mental note to check