Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Chapter 70 (Aliyana)

“Don't give me that fucking bullshit. Where the fuck were you Aliyana?” Who the fuck does he think he is? He has no right to ask me questions.

I shrug, “I have been standing here, in the garden for the last ten minutes.” I finish as his angry snarly face looks down at me, blocking the suns rays with his broad shoulders. Shoulders I have imagined naked, wondered how the flesh of it will feel under my fingers. Shoulders that were supposed to be mine to touch.

Camilla Moretti doesn't have to wonder. That thought has my impassive face, twitching in what I know looks like a fuck you look.

“Don't push me little girl, answer the question.” His voice is clipped, but I know he won't hurt me. Not here at least.

I want to tell him I wasn't a little girl when he had his hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth. But my words tend to die. Why fuel an already burning flame?

“I had plans.” Meetings to tend to.

The heat from his body is felt on the naked flesh of my arms as he stands way too close. His cologne intoxicating. My distressed paint covered denim shorts and loose vest isn’t the best choice of clothes. But then, I didn’t really care what I was putting on earlier. I am not the betrothed.

“Don't fuck around with me Aliyana, Deno phoned you. You just didn't give a fuck to answer. I needed you here.”

He is so close. Too close.

“And what you need is so important? What about what I need? I am glad I didn't pick up the phone, I am even happier that you are engaged to Camilla. I will thank her when I see her, she saved me from being subjected to your pathetic company,” I snap and march toward the other part of the garden.

Right now, I wish he would be anywhere else besides here, with me.

His fingers grip my forearm and he pulls me toward him. Air leaves my lungs and my knees lock as his arm wraps around my centre. It's a possessive move. The way my back is plastered to him is a sign of ownership. He proposed to her, not you Aliyana.

“Let. Me. Go,” I bite out as I struggle.

and body are no match for his. I hate

asshole, cunt, motherfucking

instantly freeze as the air from his breath keeps me in a standstill.

I dreaming?

just bite me?” I say it in a

and I will do it again, if you ever fucking talk to me like that. Do you understand?” He clips out and I

moot point, I don't want to see

“Too bad we don't get what we

I snap again.

and explain shit. You didn't even fuckin’ look

was busy, now let

closed mouth kiss on my

one of your fuck boys.”

much loath as I can muster up, making sure I pronounce the words properly. I am not one to lose

the future and you understand your

fact where my

mouth so big! What happened to the scared little cub on

age kicking in. I hear dementia runs in your bloodline; you

shudder in mock terror as

have nothing to say to you Marco Catelli.” My words

his arms and that kiss. He must see my confusion because his black eyes are looking at me right now as

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