Chapter37

Camilla 'Why can't she stay here now? One weekend isn't going to put her in danger." My feet follow the tall man as he walks around my bedroom putting his shirt over his naked back. I know what I look like, my hair is wild, my face in a tight scowl as I remain a tail on his back. It is in my DNA to be pliant, to follow the lead of a man. But this man, knows there is not a pliant bone in my body. I have shown him all of what makes me, I have given myself to him and he has accepted me. My Grandfather had instilled in me, my route of survival in this wicked world I was born into was my ability to remain unseen unless spoken to. That was never me and the day I saw the man he was, he knew. I knew eventually my time would come to get married, I am 29 hardly young in our world of crime and blood. In fact I am old. I should be a mother by now. I was hoping when the time came to sacrifice my soul and body, I would at least have some choice, but my Grandfather , the last remaining piece of my father decided for me. And right now, 6 months after I arrived in Seattle, the Catelli's district, turf. I still don't understand why my Grandfather chose this man. When I sat in his office all those months ago, I thought he would have chosen a Capello or Vasati. Not a Catelli, especially not the boy I once loved. My Grandfather basically pawned me off to a Catelli. The Catelli are known for their ruthless control of what they deem as theirs. They are one of the most powerful families in America, controlling most of the North, and part of the South. Some of those places they took once belonged to my family, before they took it. My Grandfather was still powerful in his own right and feared, he was after all the Capo Dei Capi once upon a time and now the Godfather of all Godfathers and I am the sole heir to everything that is his. Obviously because of the way of our world, that power will go to the man who married me, the man I am currently glaring at. The boy I once loved, who is now a man I am deeply inlove with. 'Why won't you even reply me? A simple no Camilla will suffice." 'You look too cute when you angry. I like you cute," He says as he gets his watch off my white night stand next to the bed and though I want to be angry at him I lose it. Marco Catelli is a lot of things, but he is a man I have come to love deeply in these last 6 months. More than the boy I once loved. 'And you frustrate me when you ignore me." I cover the two steps between us and he spins around sensing my body heat, his dark black orbits stare at me, as my pulse races. HE IS MINE His arms come around my body as his shadowed cheeks stretch into a smile. This is happiness and I have it with him. Marco believes it is temporary and soon it will be destroyed. How could something so right, and full be destroyed? 'Once everything is sorted, we can move to the manor and she'll be with us, for now I need her safe. Once we have your Grandfather off our backs and stuff with Lucca out of the way we will all be a family. Have you spoken to Salvatore?" 'Not yet, I hear he is getting hired by Sartini Capello as a soldier for his daughter." I tell him and I don't bare it any mind when Marco's jaw flexes. For some reason he spends a lot of time with Sartini Capello. It isn't my business to know these things, but sometimes I can't help but be made aware. After all, Salvatore Moretti and Michel Moretti happen to be my cousins and family comes first when we are planning our allies. 'Did he mention which daughter?" 'How many does he have?" He ignores my question and releases me with a peck on my nose. I roll my eyes as I pick up my phone, I discarded on the bed in our frenzy to get our clothes off. Gosh, I love him. The thought of what we did has me smiling as I dial Michel watching my very sexy man getting dressed. 'Hey cuz. Congratulations is in order, though I will be there for the dinner this weekend," Michel says as he answers on the third ring. 'Thank you." I look at Marco as he stands now fully clothed in my bedroom with that sexy smirk on his face looking at me still naked. His eyes are heated. I am completely naked apart from the big rock on my wedding finger. I love you Camilla. No one will take you away from me. Those words whispered to me early hours of the morning, as he took my body in a way that will haunt me. His vow, so vulnerable, just for me. No one will take him away from me either. 'What can I do you for? Or do for you?" My cousins voice has matured these last years. 'A quick question, I hear Salvatore will be working with you." 'Yup, Aliyana is going to be 21 in a year. Exciting times cousin. Sartini is not too keen on marrying his girl off, so he wants a full on soldier petrol for his daughter until then. She doesn't know it yet, but word is Deno was the one who suggested it. The two of them are very close." I heard about the girl, she was a half-blood and seemed harmless enough but also scarce. Almost like a ghost who you only knew by name. 'Poor girl, it isn't easy been the apple of a bad man's eye. I hope I get to see her soon." 'Why do you wanna do that?" 'She's never at any of the functions." He pauses, I know my cousin has a close relationship with this Aliyana, but I am not sure how far his loyalty with her goes. 'Yeah, be thankful she isn't." Wow, okay. He was very loyal to her. Interesting. 'Why is that?" My light mood comes to alert at the slight jab my cousin just gave me but my curiosity is peaked. 'Ask your fiancé. I am sure he will have a few words to say about that, he does after all see her every day." He clips the phone off and my entire face gets red as I stare at Marco slightly fuming that my brat little cousin just cut the call. Michel's words sour in my ears. I want to ask him, but I am not a fool, I am 29 years old and I have lived with killers my entire life, I know how this game works. Aliyana Capello is a little girl compared to me. She doesn't stand a chance. Marco loves me and she spends time with Deno not Marco. Obviously, I don't think Marco would appreciate my thoughts so I close it up and smile at him. 'Aliyana. Apparently Deno suggested she has her own little army of soldiers at her beck and call. Her and I seem to have something in common. I would love to meet her." I watch his face, but he gives away nothing as he stands and watches me but those eyes, black pools of depths that belong to me, say a lot of stuff. I just don't know what. I feel vulnerable, naked as I stand across from him fully clothed. 'I have business to attend. I'll see you later." He doesn't kiss me goodbye as he normally does and I don't move from where I am standing as he leaves me alone in my bedroom. Something about what I said affected him. I need to know what. Marco loves me. I go to my phones search engine and type her name. There are so many. I sit on the corner of my white unmade bed and go to Michel's profile on Instagram, and scroll down. A smile plays on my lips as I see the name Yana. I open it but I see it is a private profile. I stare at her face. She is blonde. I frown, she looks nothing like an Italian woman, nothing like me. I type in her name and scroll through pictures, hours pass by, as I sit here in my bedroom and spy on this girl. Naked. Eventually I find her on Facebook through another person's profile. The famous Kylie Bray. The Texan woman is a high-profile socialite and billionaire. She keeps her private life private but for some reason a few years ago we connected on Facebook. Not sure who friended who. I look through her photos and like predicted is the girl who has now caught my attention for the last two hours. 'What is your story Aliyana Capello and how are you connected to my man." I whisper as I stare at the group photo, with three girls, Kylie Bray in a purple cocktail dress with a whiskey in her hand, a younger girl with blonde long hair, crazy blue eyes holding a pop in her hand wearing a blue dress that is identical to Kylie, and the now mystery Aliyana Capello who is sitting on Gabriel DeMarco's lap laughing as he points a finger on top of her head. But Aliyana unlike the others who are dressed in formal clothes she is wearing a black t-shirt that is filled with paint stains and a ripped jean. A child. Feeling better once I see the few pictures with Aliyana again but this time with Marco's deceased brother as he holds her in a bride style, and another with her glaring at a smiling Lorenzo as she points a paintbrush at his face. I release a sigh of relief. And my cousin's relationship to her making more sense. They were close because they went to school together. She was probably in love with Lorenzo. It makes sense after Michel got defensive and also could explain why he suggested asking Marco. I know the boy's death wasn't an easy one. I saw pictures Marco showed to me, surprising however, if Aliyana was so close to Lorenzo why did none of the pictures Marco showed me have her in it. I frown. I won't be asking him anything, but I want to know more about her, call it my curiosity. I dial a number I use often since I moved to this part of the world. 'Yes Madam." 'I need you to look into someone for me, Aliyana Capello, Sartini Capello's daughter." He is quiet, and I frown. 'Constantine," I say into the phone. 'I can't do that. Sartini Capello will kill you and I for even saying her name, but I can tell you that she is half Bratva and protected by people even your Grandfather can't protect you from." He clicks the call off and I inhale a deep breath as my pulse quickens. He is the 2nd dead end I have come to when mentioning her. I stare at the door in my room as my mind runs wild at how the fuck, am I going to do this and who the fuck is this young girl.