6 Months Later

"Do you think this one is going to get his attention?" Guilia asks me for the umpteenth time, facing the long narrow mirror and striking some really sexy poses.

"If Papa saw you in that you would get HIS attention.” She flinches, scrunching her nose. Yeah, I feel you sister.

“Why are you so obsessed with getting Marco to notice you? He is dangerous. Why can't you just go for Deno, he is a better option than his brother. Trust me on this."

Since Ren passed away, Marco avoids me like I carry a bad case of herpes. I see him but only when he is stopping by to see Papa. There’s quite a few of those ‘stopping by’ occurrences. In fact they are almost 4 times a week now. They used to be more infrequent and I also used to get a nod OF acknowledgement then.

Now, it’s like he is a completely different person and while I am no saint either, I wasn’t the one who led him on, promised him things only to announce the very next time I saw him that I would give those things to someone else. That was him.

Well, he didn’t really announce it, but the pictures of him kissing the cheek of that woman spoke in loud volumes.

I fume silently because even now, 6 months later I want to tell him that he has made promises, call him a liar. But I remain silent hoping there will come a day I’m courageous enough to stand in that foyer as he walks by me. When I do, my eyes will never waver from his, then he will know the meaning of hurt and pain. He will see how he has tempted me to indulge in the forbidden. I am now tainted, filled with the emotion of heartbreak yet again. A sinner.

Only this time I have touched him, tasted him and he has claimed me only to throw me out like the half-blood I am meant to feel like.

Deno makes an effort to keep in contact with me. Not that he has a choice, since Gabriel, Michel and Mero are set on vengeance and the only thing stopping them from causing ripples in a very shaky moment of silence is Deno and I. Plus there was still the possibility that one of them was in fact Ren's killer.

Salvatore Moretti had the job of keeping them on a leash but the guys didn’t like him and made that clear when they cornered him in a gentlemen’s bar.

had my calm rational mind

am honest, we agree on a lot of

my phone started buzzing with that irritant ringtone he put on my phone. Believe me, the feeling wasn’t just mutual. The people walking around me scowling, and laughing told me how not mutual the feeling was, as I dug for my cell in

was the Calculus professor, giving me

the smile it brought to my face after the shitty day I was having. The

“Hey there, Kingman.”

your

in mock horror, “Don’t start. I see 5 missed calls with your name on it, really smooth Kingman.” Deno and I had grown close these past 6 months and my relaxed charm came natural to me. There was no need to keep all my walls up

a Capo, and he didn’t see me as just a female. He saw me as Aliyana Capello, a friend that wouldn’t be his enemy. I still found him scary when he got pissed off with Gabriel and Mero, but

to pick you up, be there in

“18 seconds, Ciao.”

laugh I was certainly threatening to come out as I clipped the call. Phone in

Mercedes zipped into a free parking spot,

and took my overly dressed body over to Deno as he jumped out of his car, his face covered with a pair of Harley Davidson sunglasses

man was sex on sticks, and it was a shame, that he wasn’t the brother I

choose the wrong guy? This thought was not something I thought for

can the awesome Aliyana help your

sexy under the darkening cold sky as he blessed me with a grin to end all grins. Matteo walked closer toward us, but Deno flicked his wrist sending him away. I sent a silent thank you to the demon who thought one

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