Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 39

"Thanks for dinner and entertaining, Kylie. She isn't like that. Well, not usually. Ren's death has affected more than just the ones closest to him."

"No need to thank me. Marcus Bray is a man I respect. Kylie is a lot like her father, never a dull moment."

I pull my car up to the front of her gate, signaling the soldier in the guardhouse to open up.

The place has a decent size driveway. The manicured garden and rosebushes are just how I remember it when I first came to this house. Aliyana was eight at the time. It was the first time I saw her, the next time was a memory I wish to erase.

"She's also stunning."

"Never knew you to swing both ways." I switch the car off and park in front of the stairs.

Her laugh is hypnotic, carefree, and I find myself smiling even as dark clouds blanket this moment with the memory of my brother's recent death.

"I'm not, but you already know that." Will this be like this forever, if she was mine? Would she remain lost, and stare at me as she is right now, with her hand on her mouth and that glimmer in her emerald eyes? Are her curls going to touch her ample breast like it belongs there? Would I get lost in her?

"Are you okay?" She asks me with genuine worry. I must be frowning.

"I'm fine, just got lost in thought for a moment. You should get inside, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

And like that, the spark leaves her beauty alone for now. So easy it is to add ruin to perfection.

She has answered my question without even knowing I was asking.

“Goodbye, Marco.” She jumps out of the car, leaving me to watch her walk away from me.

How is it that my brother's body lies in a morgue waiting to be buried, yet, I sit here, watching the very girl he wanted me to stay away from, and all I can think of is kissing her. All I can imagine is her legs spread on my carpet floor, her eyes heavy with desire, as her body waits to be owned by me - The Villain.

“Aliyana, wait.” I leave my car door open, heading toward her. She doesn't turn around, so I grab her by the waist and spin her around. Look at me, Mezzosangue.

She gasps, and there it is, those green optics, mesmerizing yet utterly darkening, gawking at me.

"Kiss me, Mezzosangue." She lifts up her head, tilts her chin, and closes those beautiful eyes. Surrendering.

I bend my body, grab her closer into me, wanting her to experience the man who's holding her, as I dip my head to meet those lips. The forbidden always tastes better.

Her tongue touches my own as she did on the night of the rooftop. Only this time, I take it and demand more as my hand wanders to her round ass and my other to her neck. I consume her exotic flavor of forbidden essence.