Page 22 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Chris, I need to talk to you,” Nicola says, rubbing his neck.
“Okay, let’s go into my apartment,” I say, tilting my head.
“Ok, I need a drink,” Nicola says, pressing his lips into a tight line.
“What the fuck is wrong? Is Mamma okay,” I ask, staring at him, walking down the hall to my apartment.
“Yeah, yeah,” Nicola murmurs, running his hands through his hair.
I look at my younger brother, and I know that something is wrong. He looks so fucking stressed, or is he scared.
“What the fuck is going on? Talk to me,” I snarl, opening the door, walking into the apartment.
“I don’t fucking know where to start,” Nicola huffs, curling his fingers into tight fists.
“Let’s go to my office to get you the drink,” I say, walking across the living room to the other side of my office.
We walk into my office, turning to close the door. I don’t want to wake Noelle.
I turn to look at Nicola; it’s almost like looking at me; we look so alike.
“Do you have some Whiskey,” Nicola asks, looking over at the bar?
“Yeah,” I say, walking over to the bar grabbing two crystal glasses. I take the crystal decanter from the bar, pulling off the cap. I pour the golden liquid into the glass, handing one to my brother.
“Tell me what’s going on,” I say, taking a drink of the Whiskey.
I watch him drink all of the Whiskey, rubbing his arm across his mouth, closing his eyes.
“I’m waiting, Nicola; start talking,” I growl, finishing off my Whiskey.
I take his glass, walk over to the bar to refill our drinks, I walk over to stand in front of Nicola, handing him the glass. I hold my glass, sliding my hand into my slack’s pocket, lowering my eyelids, focusing on every grimace my brother makes.
I didn’t see the blood on his hands and clothes since he’s wearing a black raincoat, now I can see that his grey slacks and white shirt are bloody.
What the fuck happened.
I know him well; he looks fucking scared; he needs to give me all of the facts.
“I killed these two sons of bitches that attacked me at the Sirens club,” Nicola snarls, looking at me, furrowing his forehead.
“What the fuck! Did they say anything,” I ask, walking over to stand in front of him?
“They called me Chris and started to attack,” Nicola says, clenching his fists.
“Fuck me, thank fuck that I started training you back when because I knew that this fucking shit show could happen because of Papà and now because of me,” I growl, rubbing my neck, grinding my molars.
“Yeah, I was looking for you, but then I got into this girl,” Nicola says, shrugging, taking a drink of the Whiskey.
“Fuck, give me all the DETS,” I snarl, moving my hand, resting it on his shoulder looking into his eyes.
“When they jumped me, they started hitting me, and kicking, they were yelling.
It’s fucking time to end your fucking life, Chris! I’ve been waiting a long time to finish you off! We killed Matteo since he killed my father and brother. So now it’s your turn.
That’s what they yelled out until I managed to knee him in the balls; I pulled out my Glock, I shot one, then the other motherfucker,” Nicola says, shaking his head.
“Fuck, did you clean up,” I ask, raising my eyebrow?
