Chapter 10 (Aliyana)
“Mercer Ind has its beauty, but it’s fuckin’ cold.” Filippo murmurs, looking out to the water.
“Want some?” Deno asks extending the joint they decided to smoke.
Xander looks at me from the top part of the boat, where he is sitting with Marco and Camiughing
about something. I had to give the guy credit when he tried to sit next to me. However, Filippo and
Gabriel beat him to the punch. They more like pushed him away. I drop my gaze from his when Marco
catches me staring and Cami whisper’s something in his ear.
“Guilia was just telling me your art is getting Exhibited in a few months.” Leonardo yells from the bottom
of the boat, where Guilia, him and Mischa are sitting.
“I am, Gabriel is going to be my male model,” I say back as Gabriel grabs me by the waist and starts
tickling me and I scream when Filippo joins.
We ride on the boat for another hour before we hit shoreline and Guilia, Cami, Mischa and myself
rush to the house while the men stay behind.
“Oh my gosh, it is so freaking cold. I need a hot bath and thick piece of that chocte cake, Liya.”
“Cake? Your skin needs to be clear before the wedding. You already have a few zits around your chin,”
Cami says as Mischa runs to the bathroom.
“Zits go away, and their marriage is arranged. It isn’t like Leonardo can call off the wedding if he wanted
to. And I doubt he’d want that,” I wink at my sister as she drops her gaze, saying nothing. I am not sure
if it’s because she still thinks I have feelings for him or the truth behind my words.
“Maybe but it would decide whether she remains the only one. We live in a world where a man is king
and we are peasants,” Cami argues as we walk toward the stairs leading to the rooms.
“Hardly the case, a woman is as important to her husband as the children she’ll give him,” Guilia says
as she begins walking up the carpeted staircase taking off her jacket.
“Male children.” Cami corrects.
“Well, your man seems quite content with the female one he has,” I interject, diminishing what she
says. Something about it rubs me the wrong way, and I think it is the truth behind her blunt words.
“My man wants an heir just as much as any of our men do, if not more so. Don’t let his love for one
child blind you from facts.”
“Cami is right, Liya.” Guilia adds as we get to the rooms.
“If that’s the case I am happy I get to choose the man who would be my husband. I will add gender
discrimination to the list of no no’s,” I say and Guilia and Camiugh.
“Choose? That is not how it works.”
“Liya, has a choice who she wishes to marry. But judging by Xander who couldn’t keep his eyes off you
maybe it won’t be for too long.” I actually snort at the thought of it. The guy and I were never going to
happen. He might be in with the Catelli’s and Cami’s cousin but he is not going to be anything to me
more than a boy I know.
“My cousin is very handsome and he’ll make a great Capo in a few decades,” Cami winks and Guilia
giggles when I make a haste exit to my bedroom.
Opening my door, I m it shut on the two women still chatting, happy in a way that my suspicions
regarding Cami and my sister is just that, suspicion. But a part of me restless, like I am missing
something. Stretching my neck, I walk toward the bed, that is overly exaggerated in its glory, like it is fit
for a queen. Guilia’s room is not this big and I asked her why, but she dropped her face and smiled
saying nothing. I am d I have this room, because the white bath tub on the left is calling my name.
My jacket is gone in a second and my jeans are open as I begin prepping my water.
The tiles around the bath tub is cold, so I throw the towel from the wooden rack on the floor for my bare
feet.
I shimmy out of my pants, when a throat clears, “I wouldn’t do that Miss Capello.” The deep voice
scares me and I drop to the floor with a small squeal. My hands hit the tile in time to save my face from
a blue eye and I am not sure why but Iugh.
Salvatore swears under his breath, as he begins walking closer and my bedroom door opens.
He is wise to turn and move fast to the walk-in cupboard.
“What are you..?” Guilia rushes into the room and helps me up as I stillugh a bit. I do well to keep my
eyes off the walk-in closet.
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“How did you fall? And why are youughing so loud? I thought you were crying.”
“I fell while trying to take off my pants, I thought it was funny. What are you doing so close to my
bedroom, I thought your room is on the other side?”
“I wasing to tell you that your friends are here, Papa must have changed his mind.”
“Or he decided to fire Matteo.”
“Yes,” She touches my nose and she open her mouth to say something but shuts it again looking at
me.
“I’ll be downter.”
“Okay, take your time.”
She leaves and I slip my pants back on, before closing the tap.
“No one besides Deno knows I’m here.” Salvatore saysing closer as I walk to the bed and sit.
He does the same, “I got that footage you asked for, I watched it but I think you would want to see this
Miss Capello with your own eyes,” Salvatore is the gift I was given what feels like a lifetime, because
he is the only one who I can trust right now without blinking.
“Is it that bad that you had to drive 3 hours and sneak into my room?”
“I took a jet, Inded while you were on the boat,” He sits next to me leaning forward.
“I’m freezing, you might as well lock the door, so I can shower.” He smiles and that scar of his reminds
me why I can trust him. Of why I get up and begin taking my clothes off with him in the room. A lot can
happen in a short span of time. People can be killers. Your friends can turn out to be your
enemies and your new guard can turn out to be the closest person in your life and also a friend you
take your clothes off in front of.