Chapter 7 (Marco)
Complications are something I consider a natural hup thates from making too many changes in
one go.
The woman, yes, that one woman who walked into my home minutes ago is indigestion stuck in my
fucking chest and she is not going away. I have sealed that with my brother’s marriage to her sister.
“You looked surprised to see my sister, I know I mentioned she wasing.” Filippo misses nothing
when ites to his siblings, and I am certain he didn’t miss my surprise when she walked up to me
and called me Mr. Catelli.
What the fuck is that all about? And why is she wearing such sexy clothes? Is she secretly seeing
someone? Must be Gabriel, the fucker was too excited when he heard she wasing.
“She looks like a woman, I thought she’s a kid.”
Filippo smiles and touches my shoulder,
“She was never a kid. Only now she is ready to show us what we always knew no?”
The reminder of the 12-year-old girl with a gun in her hand shes in my head. If the thought does
anything, it reminds me of the real reason I chose Cami in the end and not Aliyana.
Only at the time, I wasn’t aware that Cami Moretti was the girl I lost my heart to 6-years-ago. If that
isn’t a sign I’m not sure what is. The thought makes me smile. Following Filippo inside the house, I
don’t miss the man lurking in the dark waiting for me beneath the staircase. We weren’t done with our
meeting.
“I''ll see you all for lunch.” Filippo flicks his hand waving me off as I retreat to the man, who was mostly
a ghost.
“Let’s finish this in the library,” I say as I begin walking in the opposite direction of all the noise.
The Ghost doesn’t make a sound when it follows behind me. Opening the double doors, I wee the
smell of wood, rosemary and my favorite, books.
“Knight is not going to like it, but I''ll do it if it means you owe me a favor ” The Ghost voices and I turn to
look at the boy. He is still in his early 20’s and what I hear, thedies love his pierced, tattooed Goth
look he wears like a second skin. No matter how much he covers himself in, he can’t hide the blue
blood staining his very existence. Nor can I hide the cursed one coating my own.
“And Jack Creston? Still think the fucker is lying?” I''m curious as to what the Ghost has to say about
the guy who possibly had a hand in killing my brother.
“Got the asshole in a fucking hole down South, Ribs thinks the man ain’t gonna say shit knowing he
has backup so high up the food chain.” His face doesn’t change, so I have no idea what is his real take
on the situation.
However, I suspect the Ghost did not believe Jack had anything to do with Ren’s death as Deno
convinced the Misfits that night in the Warehouse. But we had one more card to y with Jack before
we let him free.
“The best bet we have is to reel his son in and y a dirty game of cat and mouse. Aliyana and Gabriel
would be able to help with that.”
“She''s turning 20 in 12 days, don’t you think that should be her only priority for now?” The Ghost brings
up the one thing I have avoided since he arrived this morning.
“I''m sure your brothers are thrilled to hear the exciting news.”
“Michael, yes. David has his head too far up his ass to even say hello.”
I smile staring at the boy who never felt a thing in his life besides a deep need to protect those
unfortunate or in Aliyana''s case, duty-bound.
“Well, her life is soon to be filled with more men than her small form can handle, let’s hope it’s all
smooth sailing and nobody gets hurt.”
“People are going to die. You wanted to marry her for the same reason many would want to kill her.
Getting hurt is just a small part of it.”
“Sometimes love and duty blinds the honorable.”
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“There is nothing honorable about you, Marco. If I could feel anything for that girl, it would only be
sorrow.”
I stare at the boy who saved my life more times than I would ever count. Sometimes I wonder if he was
made with the image of an angelic soldier in mind. His sculpted face matches his concrete belief.