Chapter 63 (Cami)


    “What can I do you for? Or do for you?” My cousins voice has matured thesest 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 rtionship 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 moodes 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 girlpared 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 inmon. I would love to meet her.”


    I watch his face, but he gives away nothing as he stands and watches me but those eyes, ck 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 youter.” 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 ys 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.


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    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 thest 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’sp


    formal clothes she is wearing a ck 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 ring at a smiling Lorenzo as she points


    a paintbrush at his face.


    I release a sigh of relief. And my cousin’s rtionship 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 exin 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 havee 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.