He’s picked a side Julian.
Something you’re going to have to do,” the Vice President said with
a callous smile.
“ You idiot,” Dom Jr.
hissed.
“ Don’t lecture me,” Dominic
spat defensively. “How could you keep a secret like this from the
rest of us? How could you not allow us to all choose which way the
family should go? We should honor the deals made. You don’t bite
the hand that feeds you.”
“ I can forgive Stefano’s
ambition. And you’ve been a good lap dog in his place.” The Vice
President interjected calmly. “We’ve done our part to ensure that
the possible future that our Seers have predicted doesn’t come to
pass. Your job now, Julian, is to go home and reign in Marcello.
Make sure he drops any sort of quest against the Anunnaki or the
Roshaniya.”
Julian stared at Carissa’s son for a
long, impenetrable moment. Finally, he leveled his eyes on the
Anunnaki. “No.”
The Vice President’s brow subtly
arched. “Excuse me?”
“ You heard me. I won’t do
your dirty work anymore,” Julian said, simply.
The Vice President looked over at Dom
Jr. “And you?”
Dom pulled his furious gaze from his
cousin and looked at the Anunnaki. “I stand with my
uncle.”
“ Leave us, Dominic,” the
Vice President said.
Dominic’s eyes flicked back and forth
between his uncle and his cousin. “Don’t do this. It doesn’t have
to go down like th—”
“ You heard him, Dominic.”
Julian looked over at his nephew for the last time. “Get the fuck
outta here. And I pray to God your mother never knows that only one
of her sons had a life worthy of her maiden name.”
Dominic’s jaw trembled, and his fists
visibly shook. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind
him.
He was standing in the hallway, trying
to let his Uncles words roll off his back, when the screaming
started.
§
July 6, 1974 - 9:11 AM
Alcyone Island
Dion Corporation
Headquarters
Not many people knew that a very
important office could be found on the 52nd floor of the Dion
Corporation building. Fewer still knew whose offices it was. That
made the box that had been delivered strange in and of itself, but
it took Marcello mere seconds to realize who would have sent it to
him.
Security had done their checks on it
and determined it was safe to open. Marcello pulled the letter
opener off his desk and cut the tape loose. When he pulled the lid
open, his eyes widened at the grotesque sight that greeted him.
“Oh, my God.”
§
“ Isabella, I am deeply,
deeply sorry.” Marcello squatted down in front of his younger
cousin’s chair. He covered her tightly clenched hands.
Dom Jr., her brother, was dead. Inside
the box delivered to Marcello’s office just hours ago was his head.
So was Uncle Julian’s.
Matteo stood at the window, his eyes
slowly leaking silent tears. “Who did this Marcello?” he demanded
quietly.
Isabella’s eyes shone wetly. She
pressed trembling fingers against her mouth. A single tear came out
of the corner of her eye, before the veil and control was found. At
Matteo’s question, she brought those eyes to Marcello, silently
asking the same.
Marcello glanced over at Matteo, then
back at Isabella, coming to a decision. He stood up. “We’re a
family of secrets and we’ve been keeping them from each other. What
I’m going to share with you now cannot be shared with your
brothers.”
“ Tell us, Marcello.” Matteo
turned away from the glass, his eyes landing on his
cousin.
Isabella’s brow arched sharply. “What
kind of secrets?”
Marcello regarded the two of them in
brief silence before he spoke. “This started with my father and was
given to yours. Even we Terenzios have a master, but it’s one we’ve
already turned against.”
Chapter 6
“ Think you can handle it?
The day you look in the mirror and realize the evil that you’ll
do?”
- Stefano Vasco Terenzio
October 18, 1994 - 6:22 PM
Alcyone Island
Cleona’s Italian Restaurant
The kids have
Something you’re going to have to do,” the Vice President said with
a callous smile.
“ You idiot,” Dom Jr.
hissed.
“ Don’t lecture me,” Dominic
spat defensively. “How could you keep a secret like this from the
rest of us? How could you not allow us to all choose which way the
family should go? We should honor the deals made. You don’t bite
the hand that feeds you.”
“ I can forgive Stefano’s
ambition. And you’ve been a good lap dog in his place.” The Vice
President interjected calmly. “We’ve done our part to ensure that
the possible future that our Seers have predicted doesn’t come to
pass. Your job now, Julian, is to go home and reign in Marcello.
Make sure he drops any sort of quest against the Anunnaki or the
Roshaniya.”
Julian stared at Carissa’s son for a
long, impenetrable moment. Finally, he leveled his eyes on the
Anunnaki. “No.”
The Vice President’s brow subtly
arched. “Excuse me?”
“ You heard me. I won’t do
your dirty work anymore,” Julian said, simply.
The Vice President looked over at Dom
Jr. “And you?”
Dom pulled his furious gaze from his
cousin and looked at the Anunnaki. “I stand with my
uncle.”
“ Leave us, Dominic,” the
Vice President said.
Dominic’s eyes flicked back and forth
between his uncle and his cousin. “Don’t do this. It doesn’t have
to go down like th—”
“ You heard him, Dominic.”
Julian looked over at his nephew for the last time. “Get the fuck
outta here. And I pray to God your mother never knows that only one
of her sons had a life worthy of her maiden name.”
Dominic’s jaw trembled, and his fists
visibly shook. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind
him.
He was standing in the hallway, trying
to let his Uncles words roll off his back, when the screaming
started.
§
July 6, 1974 - 9:11 AM
Alcyone Island
Dion Corporation
Headquarters
Not many people knew that a very
important office could be found on the 52nd floor of the Dion
Corporation building. Fewer still knew whose offices it was. That
made the box that had been delivered strange in and of itself, but
it took Marcello mere seconds to realize who would have sent it to
him.
Security had done their checks on it
and determined it was safe to open. Marcello pulled the letter
opener off his desk and cut the tape loose. When he pulled the lid
open, his eyes widened at the grotesque sight that greeted him.
“Oh, my God.”
§
“ Isabella, I am deeply,
deeply sorry.” Marcello squatted down in front of his younger
cousin’s chair. He covered her tightly clenched hands.
Dom Jr., her brother, was dead. Inside
the box delivered to Marcello’s office just hours ago was his head.
So was Uncle Julian’s.
Matteo stood at the window, his eyes
slowly leaking silent tears. “Who did this Marcello?” he demanded
quietly.
Isabella’s eyes shone wetly. She
pressed trembling fingers against her mouth. A single tear came out
of the corner of her eye, before the veil and control was found. At
Matteo’s question, she brought those eyes to Marcello, silently
asking the same.
Marcello glanced over at Matteo, then
back at Isabella, coming to a decision. He stood up. “We’re a
family of secrets and we’ve been keeping them from each other. What
I’m going to share with you now cannot be shared with your
brothers.”
“ Tell us, Marcello.” Matteo
turned away from the glass, his eyes landing on his
cousin.
Isabella’s brow arched sharply. “What
kind of secrets?”
Marcello regarded the two of them in
brief silence before he spoke. “This started with my father and was
given to yours. Even we Terenzios have a master, but it’s one we’ve
already turned against.”
Chapter 6
“ Think you can handle it?
The day you look in the mirror and realize the evil that you’ll
do?”
- Stefano Vasco Terenzio
October 18, 1994 - 6:22 PM
Alcyone Island
Cleona’s Italian Restaurant
The kids have
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