Chapter 27 (Aliyana)


    “You look beautiful,” I say to my sister. She does.


    Her skin glows with happiness I will never feel. The glimmer in her gaze a reflection of crystal spotted in


    the sun. This is a good thing.


    Today is after all her wedding day. My sleeve hides the flecks of blood on my wrist. My gloved hands


    blinding her and all the outers of the evidence that is my temper from their using watchful


    sights.


    A smile is said toe in different forms and like one may see all things from a vast number of


    ‘opinionated’ ways, a smile can be taken just the same.


    I would like to think the one I am currently carving to my face is telling all of them that I am in fact sane


    and very ‘delighted’ to be here. Yes, what I think and what actually is, are onpletely opposite sides


    of the totem.


    Because I know my smile is fake, it is malicious, a lure to the na?ve and a tell, to the wicked.


    I am Aliyana Capello, Consigliera Sartini Capello''s daughter, and right now I am an enemy of the Catelli


    brothers. I’m harboring a traitor, and maybe it is true, or maybe it isn’t, either way, they are just as guilty


    as he is. They have taken many more brothers and sisters and as much as it pains me to say it, as


    much as Ren mattered to us, those people mattered to their family just as much.


    Months have gone by since Guilia was promised to Leonardo. Guilia and Leonardo dyed their


    marriage as long as they could. I am d in a way, as it has given them a chance to get to know one


    another.


    Two days have passed since Ist spoke to Marco. My father was so furious at me, he said nothing to


    me for the rest of the night. He further shouted at ria for nothing and that really got me.


    The next morning, he ordered me to go with Guilia and help her with their new ce. Most of the


    women prepared their homes before a wedding and purchased new clothes for all those dinners they


    would get invited to soon after. Guilia was no different.


    I spent thest 36 hours with her prepping Leonardo’s apartment, near Azure, where they would stay.


    We were joined by cousins from the Catelli and Moretti family, which left Guilia and me with little to no


    time to spend with each other alone.


    She suspected something was going on when Cami and her left the Manor, but when they got back, I


    was waiting by the door with no sign of anything.


    My face was nk.


    We have not spoken about it and I have avoided any attempts from her side to bring the conversation


    up. So in a way, when thesedies were all over us, gossiping about their husbands or making up idle


    conversation, I was listening and ying the amazing sister.


    There were a lot of bad hush noises and the asional cuss words going around with the families right


    now, and those women were all in the know, although none of them really understand what the actual


    fuck was going on besides Nicole, the Capo Marcello’s wife aka, Leonardo’s mother and my sister’s


    soon to be future mother-inw.


    One thing was for sure, Marco was right when he said my sister’s marriage to Leonardo would help


    ease a lot of issues circting in the family and outside it too.


    The thought of leaving him, makes my chest ache at the finality of it all. He was so angry when he


    spoke to me, I hurt him, I could tell just by looking at his obsidian eyes.


    But how can he expect me to just let him kill my friend? Was that his idea of love? Mine was


    unconditional when it came to the Misfits. I owed Mero my life and just as much as I owed Ren. The


    only difference was my love for Ren was more.


    My phone rings, snapping me out of my reverie. Seeing the unknown number, I pick it up, walking


    toward the back of the house as my sister’sugh sounds through the air when my brother tells her to


    hurry her ass up and get dressed.


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    “Hello?”


    “Hey, I might have a tiny bit of a problem, I need to leave tonight.’


    “What happened?” I ask as I look around me, making sure no one is eavesdropping on our


    conversation.


    “Went into town today, like you said I stayed in the Southside, stopped at this burger ce, but Vincent


    Raseto showed up, my cousin. Tried to duck him, but he saw me.”


    “Shit, and?” I hiss as I hear my name called from the other end of the house and my stomach sinks.


    This is not good. Vincent is close to the brothers, he will tell Deno.


    “He said he isn’t in the business of snitching, and got his order and left, but I think he knew I was there


    Liya, he didn’t even look surprised.”


    “It’s Vincent, who is also a Stone, that whole family is weird. Where are you now?”


    “At the cabin.”


    “We’ll see you soon. It’s Guilia’s wedding, so we can move you if we’re careful.” I see Filippoing


    toward me and clip the phone off, smiling at his nearing form.


    “We are waiting for you, Guilia is almost ready.” My brother’s words are terse and harsh, he is also


    upset with me. I’m just not sure if it’s due to my duty to my friend, or the betrayal of my father.


    “I’ming.”


    “This wedding is important, so keep your opinions to yourself tonight. It’s Guilia’s day. And shit is


    already fucked as is.” He is scowling at me, and I understand why, but I also understand why I am


    helping my friend.


    “Got it.”


    My sister’s wedding is going to be the thing that hopefully puts a lot of people at ease, and brings some


    joy into many people''s boring lives. It is also going to serve as a distraction for an extraction.