Omerta Book One by Sienna Mynx

Author:Sienna Mynx [Mynx, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sienna Mynx
Published: 2018-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Manifestazioni D’affetto

Sorrento, Italy

MIRABELLA WIPED HER tears. She closed the album she’d made last year of the family time in Mondello. Those memories were now burned to ashes even with the photographic evidence that the place once existed. Giovanni said they could rebuild. And that one day they would, but a new place can never restore the authentic serenity she’d found in Sicily. Mondello was as much a part of them as Melanzana.

She got up from her chair and left her bedroom. She went to Zia’s door and hesitated before going inside. Immediately she was greeted with the warm comforting smell of the family.

“I wish you could forgive me,” Mirabella said as if Zia were there, rocking in her chair and knitting. She walked over to the photo of Zia and Rocco when they were younger. In the picture Zia held her only child in her arms. A treasured memento she knew Zia would want with her. Mirabella sat on Zia’s bed with a heavy heart. The family was in danger. And she was deeply afraid for all of them.

“You were right. I made a mistake. I should have never banished her. I should have never sent Marietta away. Now it’s all disappearing. I’m going to lose it all.”

Mirabella lay on her side and closed her eyes. She conjured the memory of the ceremonies of her life. From her learning to sew with her Me-Ma to her becoming a career woman, and then her learning to make fresh pasta and new traditions with Zia to be a strong wife. She’d learned so much over the years, why was she failing now? She let her burdens and sadness lull her into a restless sleep.

“You’re in the Mafia, girl. Don’t be surprised.” A peal of laughter followed.

Mirabella shot upright. It wasn’t Zia in the room with her. She wasn’t even in Zia’s room. She was in her own. The room she shared with Fabiana in their studio flat her second year in fashion school. And she wasn’t alone. Fabiana sat on the rattan chair they bought in Soho for twenty dollars. The mere sight of her friend in her canary yellow dress sent such happiness through her. It had been so long since she’d dreamt of her. It had been even longer since she had thought of her time in New York. Her best friend pushed up from the chair and came over to the bed. She sat on the side of it. Her hand went in a slow caress over Mirabella’s belly.

“Another one, girl?” Fabiana teased. “I thought we weren’t doing this baby thing again?”

“I didn’t do it. It was done to me,” Mirabella smiled. Fabiana released another one of her infectious laughs and Mirabella found herself laughing with her. This was no dream. It felt so real. The laughter softened and then faded between them.

“What is it like?” Fabiana asked. She didn’t look at Mirabella when she spoke. She stared at the windows that surrounded their loft studio. “What is it like marrying the man of your dreams and having his children?”

“It’s different every day.

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