Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Luckily Papa didn’t hold grudges for very long and he dropped the subject after he made it crystal clear that under no circumstances was, I allowed to ‘disappear’ with ‘Fuckin’ Deno fuckin’ Catelli’ again.

Filippo been my father’s successor heard all of this. He was also not pleased, when he came to my room and asked me point blank, if something was going on between ‘Catelli’ and I.

I cringed because something did happen with ‘Catelli’ and I, but the Catelli was not the one he was talking about and I was in no mood to learn what happened to the daughter of a Made-Man who stuck her tongue down another Made-Man's throat.

SO, I smiled at my brother, after cringing and said, it was nice to have Deno around after Ren. Filippo’s face softened and I felt terrible but I told myself that what I said was true, and it was a better reason than the alternative.

Obviously, I didn’t get away scot free. Papa has refused any late nights for me completely, and with Matteo ‘freaking’ Russo around it hasn’t been easy to sneak off. Not impossible, but I had to be smart. The last thing I need is Papa thinking I’m running around with Deno behind his back.

I explained this to Deno yesterday when he called me informing me that I was now the owner of the home, and invited me to Azure for a drink. He laughed over our hour conversation and thought it was hilarious that my father thought I was possibly sneaking around with him, when I in fact snuck around with Marco.

He knew my father loathed his family, well almost all of them. Apparently Deno let slip that Marco, his father and him were the only ones my father didn’t like and it was for good reason.

I didn’t say anything to that and he must have sensed the end of our conversation because he ended the call soon after that. It was the last time I heard from

and grew every day since, but my hurt at his rejection

the same time. I know, even

as yet. But Papa sent for her yesterday which meant he had news. I could tell she wanted to get married, Ilaria was not making my sister’s life

marry her. But that was not the case, even as naïve as I was to believe he wanted me, knew that while he entertained Guilia yesterday, he has eyes for a certain brunette head, brown eyed Moretti. A true Italian

funeral. My sister told me that Marco and her had history. They grew up together until her parents died. I wasn’t someone who gossiped but even I was intrigued by

me when I had to look at a picture with the two of them gazing into each other’s eyes and admit that he was never meant

part of me hoped he would look at me and realize what he was missing out on.

standing by the front door with my back to it. Still wearing my pj’s which were a loose white vest and sleep shorts with lord of the rings written on the ass, compliments of my friend, Diane who was a kickass wedding planner and one of the few ‘Normal’ friends

the top of my head with a paintbrush holding it up and my feet were bare and a bit dirty from lounging at the pool while I waited for my Painting to dry so I can do touch ups. It was just after 2 in the afternoon.

decided to do it on my own, rather than call one of our house ladies. I was not lazy and I thought this guest could be Filippo or Guilia.