Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Chapter 9 (Aliyana)

The Bratva agreed to peace with my parent’s marriage on one condition - the first child, which the

Famiglia hoped would be a boy, would be given to my mother's family at age 5 to raise as Bratva so

they could continue the Vasiliev bloodline.

See, the thing about my mother’s family and the Bratva, was their women, unlike the Famiglia, were

very important. Without a Vasiliev heir born from the womb of a Vasiliev female, my mother’s family

would have a hole in their armor.

It was their law that the eldest child, male or female, be raised to take over. A female would not only

produce and heir but rule the Vasiliev family one day.

The laws are sacred in the 5th State. We are bound by those traditions. Some of them fall on all of us.

One of those traditions shared amongst the leaders of the 5th State was common. Sending your sons

into allies territory to finish out their schooling years. It proved the strength of the alliance. It meant that

your allies were in charge of the safety of your future. If they fucked up, it would be war. So, they took it

very fucking seriously.

The Russo’s took seriously to a whole new level.

Then again, we broke tradition when they sent me to Chicago and Elisa here. The first girls to make the

exchange.

But even with us, the tradition proved successful, and for so long has been honored.

Our scars would not be of the visible kind unless you knew the horrors that hid in the depth of our eyes.

Only then you would see and understand the meaning of the term 'deep-rooted wounds.' They are still

that, wounds, not fully healed, but bearable.

All for what? The symbol of unbreakable connections.

The thought of it all makes me want to shake my head and laugh at how absurd it all seems in the

brighter mornings now that we are home.

My mother, for all her fortune, ran out of luck when she bore a girl and when the time came, my parents

couldn't do it. They agreed to allow her to attend school with the Bratva's kids, but the Bratva retaliated

by killing my Papa’s sister. Still, Papa refused and declared war.

I sometimes question myself, if my sister crossed his mind when he did to me the same thing he

wanted to do to her.

Only difference is, in my case, sending me away was for my own safety, and in hers - to prevent a war.

After my aunts death and Papa’s declaration of war, the Famiglia stood together as is the way of our

world and protected her as they knew how.

A lot of people died, and more enemies were forged in the time as a lot of allies chose to not stand with

my parents. Things were terrible during that time. Dark times in the 5th State.

Until the Capo of the Famiglia declared an end to his reign, and the new Capo rose.

The decision was not made by the Capo Dei Capi as my sister's life wasn't that important that they take

it to the true-head of the 5th State. And my father wasn't the Consigliere then, so his war was only

extended as far as the Mafia men he called his people.

Our new Capo, Marcello Catelli seemed to have frozen his heart and gave my sister away. 'A deal is a

deal,' he said.

She, a sister I never had a chance to meet, who remained nameless was the unfortunate of my family.

Her departure damaged my mother and father in ways that made them crazy.

Filippo once let spill that my parents started their own war and looked for her until my mother was

gunned down. He never told me the entire story, but he did say my mother was the message that Papa

received and his push he needed to take his rightful place.

I, however, am the only fortunate sibling.

I was too young to remember any of this. I’ve never met my sister. I was the last of my mother's

children to be born. The story of their horror, just a scary bedtime story growing up, told to me by my

siblings and my stepmother.

My mother died when I wasn’t even three, murdered, so I don't remember the bloodshed that came

after my sister was traded like cattle. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

My father remarried after a year, as is custom in our world. And finally managed to produce another

male, Elia. His marriage was arranged, and Ilaria though beautiful and eager to please, never lived up

to my mother in Papa’s eyes.

Of that, I know.

Ilaria hates me for it. From that moment, she stepped foot in our home, she saw me as the girl who

wore the very face of the woman responsible for her husband’s lack of affection.

That hate grew as the years piled up. Because, unlike my siblings, my birth granted me the freedom of

choice to whom I would marry, as long as he is in the Famiglia.

Something Ilaria never had and Serena will never have.

I always wished to be with Leonardo. Staring at my ceiling, I have to admit that when I saw him today,

my attention was not the one he sought.

And it isn’t the first time when that ache in my heart becomes a bit too unbarring that I think of Ilaria and

her unrequited love for Papa. I understand her pain.

I know how painful it could feel if the one whom he wanted was someone I had to look at knowing that I

would never compare.

I understand it too well, I have been doing it for years.