Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

I’m not sure why I care so much for the mad man, but I do and I can’t tell anyone, even Deno who knows that I still harbor feelings for Marco. He spoke about him often enough, and even suggested that Marco and I should be friends, but I never said a thing, not even to agree to it.

Sometimes secrets are what keep us alive.

This is for the best.

Our moments are nothing more than a memory. Fleeting. I say those words when I hear his name, or see him from the safety of my window as he steps into my home. A lie I have come to believe at least where Marco is concerned.

Guilia spins around and rolls her eyes at me when I throw my white and pink emoticon pillow at her when she sticks out her butt.

She barely manages to walk toward where I am sitting on my bed before falling flat on her face.

I laugh, my words are choked as I say, “You look ridiculous, you can’t even walk.”

She makes a deep throaty sound of frustration, which causes me to laugh louder, “At least tell me you will consider Deno?”

"No, Yana. I like him Marco. He is a much better option than anyone Papa would choose and I am a better choice than Camilla. She isn’t sweet enough, she reminds me of an evil villain. I don’t trust her."

her make-up free face, giving me that look that I know isn’t

her man,” I tease her as

my nose when I scrunch it up knowing she is not going to be happy when he breaks her heart like he broke mine. But nor am I able to take Guilia serious with her wild hair failing all over her face, or her crazy eyes that are suddenly looking at me as if I stole her favorite shoes. Considering she loves all of them, in fact

for Lunch with Deno, he is really nice.” I suggest it as I stare at the seam of the pink dress, looking ready to rip off her body. She has filled out these

very sexy, dangerous Made-Men. Or be friends with our future Capo, while he whisks you away to some romantic secret place to devour you. If I

a hiding. Plus I didn’t get devoured. I told you Deno and I didn’t sneak off. He was driving really fast." I clarify as my sister flicks her

will never admit it, I was surprised when you called to tell me you’ve been ducking around at night. And I know it is for my own good even though I am older than you. But, either way you look at it, you can sneak out at night, meet a hot man and fall deep in love with him, I can’t. I can't even leave our home without Ilaria

I choose was only because I was part Russian. It wasn't my age, but the other half of my genetics that allowed me options and that

me. The pros is my freedom to an

ugly old fat man because I have a duty

that I had to marry a Made-Man, and he

given an eye to a number of guys from Campus I knew were made. Well, more than a few times in my attempt to rid myself of my Catelli addiction which I admit failed miserably, I had to rethink

found was that my father's restrictions to my eventual marriage was going to leave me without

sky-high heels like Camilla and my sister. I hated heels, and dresses were something I only wore when I had a bikini underneath or I