Chapter 57 (Marco)


    "If I have to sit with another Moretti again in the next year, I''ll kill the fucking lot myself," Leonardo


    grumbles from the sofa that''s flushed against my office WALL by the door.


    For once I didn’t me my brother for his bad mood. Leonardo liked toin. Most of the time it


    was aint not warranted but today was that odd asion where it was more than warranted.


    "It was negotiations! They''re over! Today we''ll meet our stubborn brother’s future bride and possible


    future end, h h h." Anya makes a wavy notion with her fingers as she turns to face us.


    "Cami sounds like a Crue or Druze! It doesn''t scream Cindere or Belle," Anya points out, as


    her ck dress kisses my carpet when she spins to face me.


    “More like the evil witch from Snow White.”


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    “Touché, didn’t know that you watched that sort of thing,” Anya mentions with a chagrin smile.


    “You know I watch that shit with Mischa.”


    “Keep telling everyone else that, maybe they’d believe theme excuse but we both know you watch it


    alone.” Anya can be royal bitch when she wants to.


    “Anya,” I say with little to no effort in my voice.


    “Back to what we were initially discussing before we were Disney interrupted. Yes, your future wife is a


    royal bitch, full stop no pun intended.”


    "And that''s a bad thing?" I query from my sister who was no Teressa.


    "Yes! Marco, this is an awful idea. You’re marrying a woman you''ve never met?"


    "And what you have me do? Marry Aliyana? ‘Cause I seem to remember just a few short days, you


    tryna threaten our brother here into marrying her." She gives me those sheepish eyes as I arch my


    brow.


    "We don''t know her! Let''s not judge until we see her," Nicole says as she leans her silver suit covered


    body against the window pane of my office. I forgot she was even here.


    "Whatever the reason if it isn''t love I think it is a lie," Anya adds.


    "It is for love. Just not the kind you want it to be, doesn''t make it any less as great."


    "I know. But it doesn’t make it any better either. It feels like you have been sold to a fucking nosey spoilt


    bitch for pocket change."


    “Since when have you ever cared about anyone but yourself?” Leonardo asks her.


    “I care about Mischa.”


    “We all do, which is why we are going to go through with this ridiculous notion.” Deno walks into the


    room as Nicole finishes her sentence.


    “For now. None of us like the idea, but Marco made a deal, and we don’t need a fucking war in our


    hands with the godfather,” Deno interjects.


    I arch my brow in surprise because just this morning he was moaning about it. I wonder about his


    sudden change of mind but I say nothing, we will talkter of that I’m sure.


    There were perks living in the same house as my brother. One of them was his inability to keep


    anything too long to himself. With Ren’s death he has been dealing with it quietly, but everything else


    stilles out.


    I didn’t need to treat him like I did Anya. He was straight up and I was aware that one day those lines


    would be darker and we would eventually not be able to tell each other everything but today was


    not that day.


    “Anyway we look at it, the girl would be here soon. I might as well pretend to make an effort.” Nicole


    says her piece as she walks past Deno and leaves the room. The three of us all stuck in the silence.


    We know what this could mean and we also know that our game has just begun.