Chapter 17

Marco "Why were you looking in my desk yesterday, Aliyana?" She is standing in the middle of the room looking at me like I am puzzle. "No reason." I am not sure what I want her to say, but honesty is not going to be her best policy if she is to get out of this unscathed. "There is always a reason, what do you want?" She is looking at me like I am more than just the man who hurt her and I am wondering how the fuck am I going to tell her that I have turned against everything I believe in for her. But first I need Aliyana to willingly give me back what she took. "Maybe a pen." "Don't play coy with me, there is fucking pens everywhere in the goddamn house and you walk all the way here? Try again!" I cross my arms and stand with my legs slightly parted. "Maybe I like that one." "I am done playing nice, first you go behind my back and get Salvatore to snoop in my fucking house and still rant about it to your brother. Then you decide to play fucking Nancy Drew, Talk." She says nothing, and Camilla actually cringes, because she knows I am pissed, "Camilla, get Guilia AND tell Xander to round up the guards and leave. I'll message you later." "Marco…" Camilla mutters, "NOW." I bark and she jumps rushing out of the library. I don't miss the look she gives me. I walk slowly to the entrance and close the library door locking it. And then I walk to the only camera I keep hidden on the bookshelf and shut it off. "Now, let's start, again shall we?" She glares at me, "I'm not your meek wife, I told you I did nothing wrong." "My house, my desk, I will judge if it is wrong or not. AND I don't have a wife." I take off my suit jacket and place it on the brown leather chair and slowly remove my cufflinks, watching her in that fucking skin tight little skirt she decided to wear today, barefoot. My sleeves are rolled up as Aliyana's eyes flick to the door and back to me. "Don't even fucking think about it." She glares at me and storms closer, "You are unreasonable right now, I told you why I was here, if you wanted no one in the Library, lock the door." "It's my house! Why the fuck should I have to lock the door." She tightens her lips and I watch her nostrils flare, as she sees me take off my watch. Her green glare reminds me of a poisonous snake, waiting for its chance to attack. "I am not scared of you." I don't want her to be scared of me, what I want is for her to give me what she took. "Cut the crap Mezzosangue and tell me what you hiding." She looks like she might refuse, but something must come over her when she hears the car's leaving. "I will scream, Matteo will hear, I have a loud voice." Shaking my head, I chuckle. A step closer is all I take for her to realize how close she already is to me. I could grab her in a second, tackle her in two. "Matteo left this morning to attend some business and make sure Salvatore gets his ass home." "You had no right sending him away." "I had every right and you know it, what you also know is you aren't leaving here until you give me what you are hiding." "It doesn't belong to you." "If it's in my house, it very well fucking belongs to me," I walk closer to her. "You know what else belongs to me, Mezzosangue?" "A shitty personality, because it sure as hell isn't me," She walks two steps backwards. Not quite what I want but I can work with that. "How about this, you show me what it is and if it really isn't mine, I'll give it to you and you can run along." "But what if it is yours?" "Then I will have to punish you. Stealing from me is a no-go zone." I shrug my shoulders, looking at her flushed cheeks, and visibly moving chest. "Punish, how?" "Stop stalling and get it, because if I have to, it will be a worse punishment." She storms off and goes to the coat hanger by the end of the doorway and lifts it up, and what I see there makes me fucking ticked. "You stole my journal," I yell as the temper I was beginning to get under control rises with anger, betrayal, and something too dark to even put a word to. Is this how my life is going to be with Aliyana? Will it be filled with betrayal? "It's not your journal, it belongs to Elladio." "And what if it is? Were you planning on giving it to him? What were you going to do? Dig his fucking grave up and perform a resurrection?" I walk closer to her and she grabs the journal close to her chest. There are things in there that she can never know, secrets that will put my entire plan into jeopardy. "I was going to read it." The thought of that causes me to lose my last thread of patience and I pounce. I make it to her in seconds grabbing onto her arm as she flees. I pull her with minimal effort, and Aliyana throws the journal and punches me in the throat. Pain is felt as my throat clogs, trying to catch my breath. I release her for a moment and it is all it takes when she runs for the door. I press the safety button I installed to shut the library and turn it into a panic room. She tries the door and I hold my throat, trying to fucking breathe nicely. "Open the fucking door." She screams but no one is going anywhere. I go to my journal and pick it up and take it across the room where I move the rug on the wall aside and open my safe, placing the book in a more secure venue. I ignore Aliyana's tantrum, because that is what it is, a tantrum. This isn't about the book; I see it now. It is about us and it's time we talked. "I love Camilla, Aliyana, but I'm not in love with her." My voice is not raised in my confession, nor is it changed by the truth. Because for Aliyana this is news to her, but for me I have said those words in my head every single day I laid my cursed soul in her path. Every time I stepped foot in her home i have said those words in my head. She turns around and I see her tear-stricken face, "I don't want to hear it, I just want to leave and stay gone, please Marco." "No, hear me out, if you still want to leave then go." "Leaving you when I did and how I did was the only option there was. Marrying me comes with heady price tag." "Mischa?" She asks, and I nod as she moves into the room, further away from the door. "Yes, and no. I come with an early death sentence. I have a lot of enemies, many of them. When I saw you on that rooftop you stole a piece of me, I didn't want to give to anyone and every day since, you took more. But like you, I made Ren promises, and one of them was leaving you to live your life." "What? But I only met you that day, and Ren died that night." She comes closer to me and her eyes are so confused but wary. "It wasn't the first time I've seen you. I knew you from the time you were a kid. Never meeting you in person was for my sake of mind." "I don't understand." "No, you don't. But I didn't want to put a child's face to the woman who would potentially be my wife." "But you chose Camilla." "Yes, it is a complicated situation. My father wants me to have an heir and Camilla is one I initially chose to give me that, but I changed my mind a bit too late. My father agreed to Dante Moretti's terms and the day I approached him about everything, it was too late." "So, you chose to hurt me instead? Do you have any idea how I felt?" "I'm ending our engagement. I want to be with you, I'll marry you in secret and keep you here just like Elladio did with his wife." A tear leaks from her eyes, and she looks behind me at the painting of the beautiful woman who once graced this library. A woman many don't know about because her husband's love, became her prison, and her life an obsession. "I thought you hated me, I convinced myself that I wasn't good enough, it took me months to get over you and now you want to marry me?" I walk closer to her and graze her arm which she moves and turns away from me. "I loved you Marco, I begged you, you left me without a backward glance to even say goodbye, you left me there, then you announced to the entire world that your marrying Camilla. Now what? You finally see the bitch she is so decided that you'll just have me? Do you honestly think I am just going to forgive you and forget what you did? How you made me feel?" "You are mine dammit, you have always belonged to me," I walk behind her and wrap my arm from behind her waist, "I'm sorry, so sorry, I was not strong enough to stand up for both of us, to fight, I'm sorry Aliyana." Her knees give out and I willingly go with her to the floor as she sobs. I hurt her, and I'm hurting too, but spending this time with Aliyana so close to me and not having her be mine, has made me realize that I want her and my brother is right, I am not just a Catelli and Elladio DeMarco found a way to be with his wife and keep her safe, I can do the same. "I love you Aliyana, you can't leave me, never again." I whisper things in her ear as she quietens down. "My father will never allow two of his children to be married to a Catelli, don't you get it? Your actions doomed up." "I will find a way, Aliyana, your father is a man, like all of us." I will kill him if I have to, she will hate me but eventually she will learn to live with it. She lifts herself up from her position and looks at me with her red streaked face, and glistening green eyes and I swear my soul leaves my body in hope of touching hers. "Kiss me," She utters and I hold on to her neck, knowing if she knew the lengths I would go to have her, she will run. "Ti Amo, Mezzosangue," I love you, half-blood. I confess my biggest sin, before my mouth descends on hers. I kiss her like I should have done all these months, I kiss like I have not kissed another and she kisses me back, like she is mine, because she is. Aliyana's hands grab onto my shoulders as mine goes to her button. She slips her blouse over her head as her naked flesh, a sight for a monster like me remains trapped in a white bra, begging to be released. I hold on to her, feeling her pulse race underneath my fingers. This what it feels like to have your heart in your fingers. Fragile, yet so powerful it can stop your existence like that. Her chest expands, as she watches me with those half-mast eyes. It is on this day, a cold Sunday in 2012, 2 days before Christmas that I make a vow, that Aliyana Capello will be my wife and I will kill anyone who stands in my way. "Take what is yours Marco." I stare into her soulful green eyes, my pulse racing with adrenaline. My cock hard, and my mind fuzzy from the thought of her. From the promise of her intoxicating smell, and hypnotist eyes that stare at me, like I am her fucking god, and that is what makes her the most dangerous person in the world. Because I will start wars, and risk everything for her. "Can you feel it. This.?" I ask her. She tilts her neck, as a tear slides down her cheek, "I was made to be yours." "Yes." I wrap my fingers in her hair, eliminating the space between our mouths, our body, and every cell which connects us on the plane. I don't pepper her with kisses but shove my tongue in her mouth consuming that small part of her, so she never wants for another. Her fingers dig into my neck, a sign that her possession of me will not be one made from softness. The memory of her, like this, will be fierce, a Queen, fit to lead a group of dangerous and a king, who only wishes in this moment to lead her. I rip her skirt open from the side and the sound of it tearing causes something in me to come alive. The fire blazes in my body as I take what's mine. She snaps my shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. I am a man, getting ruled by his dick, and his sweet virgin pussy, with the promise of a longer ending, Aliyana is mine. She will remember this moment forever and I will live in this unholy ritual of us. Aliyana wriths naked on the carpet. Her body is moving, she can't keep still. I slide my hands along her legs, up her thighs as she moves her hips, wanting me to take off her panty's. I've slept with many women, and a lot of virgins in my days, and I know to be gentle, I am aware of breaking in unchartered territory. But seeing her like this, as she takes her dainty fingers and pulls the clip in the front of her bra loose, writhing on the floor, as I slid her white lace down her thighs, I don't want to break in. I want to take what belongs to me without any preparation, I want her to understand the love I give her, will mark her soul in a way that will be beautiful as it will be binding, and my love for her will hurt. She must see my indecision, because she grabs on to my arm and pulls me down and just like she wants, I am consumed by her. Aliyana pulls at my pants and I allow her, to open my zip, before her fingers completely take over, touching an already starving beast. She wraps her hand on the top part of my cock and I move my hips a bit. But playing is not what I want. My lips take hers in a brutal kiss as I take her hands and hold them in one of mine. My cock moves to her entrance, "Mi dispiace." I say it, because what I am about to do is a fucking shame. My sorry is to her, myself, and my daughter for my weakness. I rub my dick on her entrance, she's so fucking wet. I push in slowly wanting her to relax and just as she loosens up I slam in. She screams in pain as her neck drop back, her spin bends as my hand holds her hands in one and my other behind her shoulder. The floor is hard on my knees and it just makes me want to lose myself in her. She is tensed, and I kiss her, her lips so sweet, but wrong, I drop my mouth to the crevice of her neck, and inhale her sweet tainted scent. So innocent, but wicked. "You are mine now, Aliyana. Mine." I whisper in her neck, as I place a small kiss, right in the centre before I pull out a bit, and slam back in, swallowing her cries with my mouth and she reciprocates. "Yes." The words slip from her lips, binding us, as I push right through all that makes her an angel, and like all angels getting their wings cut, she screams in pain and agony, but the more I go, the numbness of the pain blends with the friction of our bodies become one, as I working our bodies, to a rhythm of two lovers uniting after so long. I taint her, with the taste of pleasure and pain. I grab her long blonde hair, as my dick stretches her beating, bleeding walls. She lifts her body to kiss me, and her light glowing skin touches mine. I bite her lower lip as she throws her neck back, and like the beast that lives on the surface I suck on her neck, branding her in another way. Her body bucks, there is no words shared. No declarations made. When she pulls my ass closer, I start moving. Gliding in and out, I fuck her, getting off on the pain she will be stuck with for days to come. Knowing that I gave her that pain that will turn into deep pleasure once it subsides. She is quiet now, no loud noise, a silent yet receptive lover. I don't hold myself back as I explode deep inside her. Spent. We lay like that. Blood smeared on us. Our minds both drifted to what we just did. I wake up, on the floor in the library. Aliyana is not with me, I stare at the blood streaked on my fingers and the stain on my shirt I used to wipe her. The books mock me from all corners, as the quietness of the after math of sin sings its sirens call. A pen falls from my side with my journal which I see she got out of my safe. I smile as I open it. A letter slips out. Written on the same rough paper.