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Marcelli’s New Capos

Author: Phylicia Ines
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-11 09:18:22

The Marcelli estate always looked more like a fortress than a home—high walls, imported marble facades, guards posted not just for defense but as theater. It was theater tonight more than ever.

Inside the dining hall, the long table stretched like a runway, lacquer gleaming beneath the chandeliers. The patriarch sat at the head, shoulders draped in an old-world suit, his heavy hands resting on the arms of the chair. He had aged in the way some mountains did: weathered, fissured, but immovable.

Around him sat his men—capos, lieutenants, blood cousins drawn close. But there were two empty chairs tonight, and that silence was louder than the clink of silverware.

“They broke,” the patriarch said, voice carrying without needing force. “Two men who swore on their blood, who swore on the graves of their fathers. They folded.”

A murmur rippled. One capo muttered about “the Glassworks,” another about “the boy they lost.” The patriarch silenced them with a glance.

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  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   The Thread Between Them

    The sky hung low and heavy, the kind of gray that pressed against the earth as though it might fall. The air smelled of wet grass, sharp with the promise of rain. Wren leaned against the window ledge in her room, chin propped on her palm, eyes turned upward.“Mama,” she said quietly. “It looks like the clouds are waiting.”Liora tucked a stray curl behind her daughter’s ear, her own gaze drifting out at the restless horizon. “Waiting for what?”“I don’t know.” Wren’s small shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Maybe for someone to play.”The words caught Liora in the chest—too innocent, too knowing. She opened her mouth to soothe, but before she could, a shadow fell across the doorway.Varian stood there, one hand tucked behind his back. His posture was as rigid as always, yet his expression… not quite. Something unreadable softened the hard edges.“Play?” he repeated, his voice a notch lower than usual. “That can be arranged.”Wren turned, her eyes bright. “How?”He stepped into the room, fi

  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   The Sound of Bells

    The estate had always been fortress-first, home-second. Concrete perimeters, cameras sunk into the soil like mechanical eyes, a rotation of armed men who never smiled. Even the air around the place carried the hum of tension, a low thrum of readiness that didn’t belong to children or lullabies.Liora noticed it most when Wren stood at the window. The girl’s little palms would press against the glass, her gaze drifting past the manicured hedges, past the iron gates, out toward a world that should have been full of ordinary things—neighbors, stray dogs, kids on bikes, the music of bells from a church down the street. But here, the silence was engineered. Sterile. A safety too sharp-edged to breathe.And Liora knew it couldn’t last. Not for Wren. Not for any of them.She brought it up one morning when Varian had just dismissed Bram from the dining room. The table still bore maps and timetables from the previous night’s strategy brief, red pins marking Marcelli strongholds like open wound

  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   The Scent of Blood

    Ines waited until Varian emerged from the corridor, the echo of his boots muted by the thick carpet of the east wing. She’d been leaning against the frame of the tall window, arms folded, gaze trained on the faint city lights glittering beyond the estate walls. She didn’t need to see his face to know what had just transpired. The air around him gave it away—the tightness of his stride, the lingering dissonance of someone who had just allowed himself a crack in his armor.“Late for you,” she said without turning. “And not because of strategy briefings.”Varian stopped, jaw flexing. He said nothing, but silence with him was as telling as a confession.Ines pivoted slowly, her sharp eyes raking him over. “So it’s true. You finally touched the fire again.”His gaze hardened, but he didn’t deny it.Ines clicked her tongue, stepping closer. “I warned you. Affection is leverage. And in your world—our world—that kind of leverage isn’t currency. It’s poison. They’ll smell it on you like blood

  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   Salt and Relief

    The kiss lingered like the tide after a storm, pulling at everything Liora thought she had buried deep enough never to touch again. Salt—she tasted salt, though she wasn’t sure if it was his tears or her own. Relief too, sharp and overwhelming, the kind that made her legs unsteady as though the floor itself couldn’t quite hold the weight of what had just happened.When Varian pulled back, it wasn’t far. His forehead stayed pressed against hers, both of them breathing in a silence that felt louder than gunfire. For a long moment, neither dared to move.Then, as if struck by the same sudden clarity, they stepped apart at once. The distance between them felt unnatural, a severed current still sparking at the edges.Liora’s hand came to her mouth, fingers trembling. She wanted to press the memory back into her lips, keep it safe where doubt couldn’t reach. But her mind was already racing, cataloguing the danger of what she’d just allowed.Varian stood motionless, hands at his sides, jaw t

  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   Tangled Thread

    For years he had ruled through fear, through precision, through the kind of control that allowed no weakness. And yet a crooked braid and a laugh were enough to unravel him.Liora finally caught her breath, though her lips still twitched. She studied him carefully, and her amusement softened into something else—something wary, almost tender.“You don’t know what that sound does to people,” she said quietly.Varian met her gaze, unflinching. “I know what it does to me.”The weight of the admission landed between them. “Don’t look at me like that,” Liora whispered. “Like what?”Liora shifted uneasily, glancing down at her daughter. But the moment lingered. She couldn’t laugh it away, not this time.“Like you… remember.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “I never forgot.”The words hit her harder than any threat ever could.She wrapped her arms around herself, retreating to the wall, as though distance might put the pieces of her lock back together. But she knew it wouldn’t. Wren

  • Blood Ties And Silk Chains   The Sound of Breaking

    The monitors hummed. Wren shifted, sighing in her sleep, curling closer to her blanket. Both of them froze, watching until her breathing evened again.Liora looked back at him. His shoulders had slumped, just slightly, fatigue dragging at him now that he wasn’t pretending.“You should sleep,” she whispered.His eyes met hers across the bed. “Not while she’s here.”“She’s safe,” Liora insisted.“Not until I say so.”The words should have angered her. They should have. But instead, something else flickered in her chest—an unwilling recognition of what he meant. It wasn’t just control. It was fear. His fear.She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. “Then I’ll sit too.”Neither of them moved again. The night stretched long, the kind of night that carved itself into memory. And in that quiet room, with their daughter between them, Liora realized that sometimes the war wasn’t fought with guns or knives or blood.Sometimes it was fought with silence. With staying. With not letting go.

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