Page 19 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I’m so damn embarrassed that we did fuck in that club; how fucking trashy can I get?
But I don’t fucking regret it.
I’ll do it again in a fucking heartbeat.
I’m going to do everything to keep him, even if I have to fight my Dad because I know damn well that he will be pissed if and when he learns that I’m not a virgin.
Yeah me!
Cristiano, the man that I want, was my first.
“I got this! I’m Cappola’s fucking assassin, so don’t fucking worry about him,” Chris scoffs, extending his hand, leaning against the glass window.
Awesome, Chris is going to finish his call. I fucking zoned out, and I didn’t listen to the conversation.
Fuck!
It sounds like he’s talking about his next job, and I know damn well it’s dark and dangerous. I know that he uses force, violence to enforce the Associates, to handle the Mafiosos business. I’ve seen him get rough with Dad, but it sounds like he fucking kills.
Fuck, that doesn’t surprise me.
He’s a fucking Mafioso soldier.
My heart starts to pound in my chest; I close my eyes.
I should be scared, repulsed, but I’m not. It’s the world I live in, it’s been my life, and I can’t walk away from Chris. I know that in his soul he has good, I felt his soul, and I know that he has a reason to be a Soldier, an assassin for the Mafia.
I bite my lower lip, nervously thinking and discerning all of the danger that comes with being with Chris.
I definitely can’t judge; I don’t think his story is not like my evil Dad. His actions towards my Mom and me told me that he was a fucking selfish son of a bitch. He only cares about what he wants and does not worry about hurting me.
I don’t trust him.
“Right, no worries, I’ll take care of it,” Chris says, ending the call.
Chris straightens, runs his hands through his silky black hair closing his eyes. He hasn’t seen me, and my heart breaks; he looks so tired.
I wonder how long he’s been working for the Mafia.
Chris is so damn young; he must have started really young.
Chris turns, stops, looks at me, his lips turn up. Then, he walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist gazing into my eyes.
“Angel, are you ready,” Chris asks, leaning down, kissing, and nuzzling into my neck.
I wrap my arms around his waist, melting into him, feeling the chill run up my back.
“Yes, I’m hungry,” I say, running my hands up his back.
“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” Chris growls, moving his mouth up, taking my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss.
I return his kiss with all I have, giving him my heart. I love how he kisses me with so much hunger, holding me so close. I feel protective, cherished, and loved.
Yes, I know it’s too fast, but these feelings are strong, consuming my soul.
Chris pulls back and smiles at me, moving his hand to cup my cheek and gazing into my eyes.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me? All I want to do is keep you next to me like fucking ever,” Chris says, moving his thumb over my lips.
