Page 1 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
Prologue
Cristiano
“Christiano, hurry up,” Papà yells, standing at the door looking at me, closing my book.
“Matteo, please don’t come back late; Chris has a morning class at the university,” Mom says, clasping her hands.
“Maria, Chris is smart, young, no worries. I need to train him,” Papà says, holding the door knob.
“I need to get my cell phone from my room; it’s charging,” I say, walking down the hall.
I enter my room, grab my cell phone from the desk, grabbing my black jacket. I drop my cell; it falls onto the carpet. I grab the cell phone from the carpet, sliding it into my jacket’s side pocket.
I walk over to the closet, sliding my clothes to the side pushing the secret lever. The door pops open; I pull my Glock out of the secret compartment Papà installed.
Papà gets pissed off if I don’t carry it when we go out. He says that I need to be ready to fight for my life.
Papà doesn’t want Nicola to get the Glock since he’s anxious to start shooting it. Nicola wants to train to learn to use the Glock, but he’s still young, and Papà wants to wait until he turns fourteen next month.
“Fuck, I want to go with you guys,” Nicola says, walking into my room, waving his hands as he’s very animated when he talks.
Nicola watches me slide the Glock inside my black jeans, at the small of my back. His eyes are shining, full of excitement.
“You can’t, maybe next month,” I scuff, shaking my head.
I’m not going to tell him that maybe he will start next month because Papà can change his mind, and I don’t want to see him pissed off and hurt.
“Fuck, it’s not fair,” Nicola growls, curling his upper lip.
“Yeah, life is not fair, so get used to it,” I say, lowering my eyelids halfway.
“Damn,” Nicola huffs, walking out of my room
I follow him down the hall expecting to cause a fucking tantrum with Papà, but he doesn’t. That’s a great move; maybe Papà will train him next month like he keeps telling me.
“I’m ready,” I say, stopping next to Mamma to hug her.
“Be careful,” Mamma says, kissing my cheek, moving her hand in the sign of the cross.
“Don’t worry, Maria,” Papà huffs, opening the door.
“No worries Mamma, later Nicola,” I say, looking at my younger brother.
“Yeah, later,” Nicola says, watching us step out of the house.
The clouds are dark, covering the moon, so it looks so damn dark, plus the heavy rain and wind. I would rather stay home to finish my assignment but what fuckingever.
I follow Papà out to get in the black SUV; of fuckingcourse, it looks like a fuckin Mafiosos SUV.
We get into the SUV; he pulls on his black Balaclava mask. I wait for Papà to give me instructions.
“This is a new contract; it’s going to be risky; therefore, I need you to be focused. Got me,” Papà says, glancing at me.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, grinding my molars, pulling out my black Balaclava mask from my jacket side pocket.
I need to lock down my emotions; I can’t do anything to throw me off.
I got this.
