Chapter 17 (Aliyana)


    After a long lunch and the afternoon fast approaching, I head to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting


    Marco to be sitting there.


    I turn to head right back out,


    “Don’t go,” Two words I once wanted to say, two words that would have once held much more than


    what it means now.


    “Why?”


    “Please, stay,” I think about it carefully, before I turn around and see him sitting by the counter with a


    chair and hisptop.


    “I didn’t know you wear sses.” His eyes are covered with a thin metal frame. He looks almost sad,


    and I find it odd since he has everything he wants.


    “Years of reading do that to a man. If you looking for the chocte there is a Belgium one on the top


    cupboard behind you.”


    “Thanks.”


    “Aliyana,”


    “Did you know my sister? Azure?”


    He is so silent, and I wonder if I were to drop a feather would I hear it.


    “Yes, I did. We all knew her, and I know what you thinking.”


    I go to the cupboard and pull out the chocte.


    “No, you don’t.” He gets up and walks around the counter and I look up at the man that hurt me.


    “I do, Mezzosangue, and that speech I gave in there did not mean that I just forgot about her, Deno


    named his fucking club after her. We have searched for years, looking.”


    “So, where is she?” I m the chocte in his chest and he holds my wrist, holding my hand to his


    beating heart.


    “Here, Mi Amore.” I pull my hand away from him.


    “Don’t call me that, you have no right. You chose that over me.”


    He traps me closer as his ck depths drown me, all over again. I am not weak, but now I don’t feel


    strong any longer.


    “I have every right; you think I had a fucking choice? You think I want to watch you throw yourself at


    other men?” He pushes me toward the fridge door, away from the passageway and preying eyes.


    His other hand holds on to my waist, “You honestly believe I chose to let you go?”


    “Please, Marco, don’t.”


    “No, Aliyana, you don’t, you breaking my heart, Mezzosangue.” His mouth descends on mine and one


    day I will question the sanity behind this moment, someday I would look back and pray it finally made


    sense because today isn’t that day.


    Today, I kiss Marco Catelli, the man who hurt me, the one who wants to kill my friend. Today, I betray


    my soul, my sister, my friends and my father as Marco lifts my body, and his hands grab onto my naked


    flesh.


    I kiss Marco Catelli and he consumes me yet again. Only this time he is not mine and I know as much


    as it feels like it is, today I lie and sin. Today I choose lust of loyalty. And I don’t regret it one single bit,


    as he takes his other hand and holds onto my breast, grinding his hard length against my heated flesh.


    Augh, a familiar sounding closer, my sister. I push Marco back and he stands there looking like


    a man lost but equal parts hungry, his chest rising and falling and I p him.


    “I hate you.” I should storm out, but I don’t.


    I simply leave him there, as I walk away without a backward nce. Only now, I don’t have anywhere


    else to go besides somewhere in the property. A property that belongs to him.


    “You’ve been awfully quiet since lunch, is everything alright?” Guilia asks me.


    I want to remain quiet as I stand in the cold, watching thest of the light filter through the sky.


    “I know her name,” I say.


    “Whose name?” Guilia asksing to block my view, she is wearing a jacket and I know somewhere in


    the back of my mind it is freezing but I just don’t feel it.


    “Azure.” Guilia’s eyes widen and she grabs my arm moving me further away from the house.


    “Who told you? Papa never wanted you to know that Aliyana.”


    “Papa doesn’t get to choose for me, he is not God, Guilia.”


    “I know, but looking for her is dangerous,” She looks behind me, to the door, nervous before her gaze


    descends back on me, “What I tell you, you can’t tell a soul. Promise me Liya.”


    I frown, as I stare at my disheveled sister.


    “Promise me.”


    “Okay, I promise.”


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    “A few years ago, I went with Papa to Los Angeles, for a function, he didn’t tell me much about it, but


    he said he wanted me to join and promised I wouldn’t tell. While we were there Papa disappeared,


    naturally I went looking for him and found him on the balcony talking to someone, I took a picture of it, it


    was Azure, well the older version of her, but she wasn’t like how I remember her Liya, she was


    different.”


    “Where is the picture?”


    Guilia looks hesitant but slips her cell phone from the pocket she keeps around her thigh, and scrolls


    through pictures and I see her.


    “Mia Sore,” My sister I whisper.


    “Our sister. I’ll send the picture to you, just don’t show anyone.”


    My fingers drift over the screen.


    “She is so tall, and her hair is short, like a boy.” She is wearing leather pants, and a jacket, with long


    riding boots as my father, stands next to her. Her face is serious and her eyes, I can’t really tell much


    about her eyes but she is alive. And my Papa has known it, maybe he has kept her that way, watched


    out for her.