Page 24 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
Nicola walks into the guest room, closing the door. I walk into my room, closing the door slowly, looking over at Noelle sleeping like a fucking angel in my bed.
Fuck yes!
That’s where she belongs.
Yeah, she’s exhausted after fucking her all evening.
I fucking need to take a shower.
I slip into bed spooning my Baby, inhaling her delicious scent, closing my eyes. I feel my body relax, peace seeping into my tired black soul, lighting up my world.
Seven
Cristiano
Three months later.
“I need you to take care of this contract; it needs to be done tonight,” Capo Bruno says, looking at me. He takes a pull of his beer, walking to fall onto his chair.
“I’ll get it done! What about Winters,” I ask, looking at the Capo while grinding my jaw tight.
“That motherfucker is getting on my fucking nerves. He’s not going to be a soldier because he’s not what we need in the family. Keep an eye on him because he’s talking to the Satanic Bastards MC and the Santoro crime family from Sacramento. I don’t know how he thinks that he will get away with it,” Capo growls, taking a pull of his beer.
“Winters thinks that he can become a Made Man with the Santoro family but what’s the deal with the Satanic Bastards MC! I know that he’s been talking to Cocci. So, what the fuck is Bruno doing messing around with a motorcycle club, Cocci, and the fucking Santoro’s” I scoff, crossing my arms.
“Motherfucker is crazy; that’s exactly what we need to find out before the Boss learns of this. Cocci and Bruno need to be kept on a tight leash; we don’t want them trying to unite; that would be nothing but trouble.
Cappola won’t be happy that we haven’t taken care of Winters or that Cocci appears to be joining forces. Winters has been a pain in the ass ever since the first week that he became an associate, but he’s a damn good attorney.
Fuck, but he’s become more of a pain than an asset associating with him. He’s like a fucking wild card,” Capo Bruno says, pressing his lips tight.
“Indeed, that he is. The motherfucker killed his wife to prove that he was worthy of being an associate, and that’s one sick motherfucker! I don’t know why he thought that would earn him to be baptized,” I snarl, walking over to grab my beer from the coffee table.
I take a long pull to control the anger that burns when I think of the son of bitch. Everything and anything that that motherfucker does affects my Angel. I’m not going to allow that bastard to hurt Noelle.
She’s mine.
“Stay on him; we need to know everything about the motherfucker Gallo from the Santoro crime family,” Capo Bruno says, taking a pull of his beer.
“I’ll pay Winters a visit,” I say, nodding as I place the beer bottle on the table.
“Christiano, I know about you fucking around with his daughter! You need to let her go; it’s a fucking time bomb. It’s nothing but trouble,” Capo Bruno snarls, raising one eyebrow glaring at me.
I grind my molars to keep from telling him off, noticing that he’s furious; the man is livid.
Is the Capo interested in Noelle?
I can’t hold back, not when it has to do with Noelle.
“What the fuck! Why would that be your fucking problem? She’s mine,” I growl, shaking my head.
“Christiano, don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m ordering you to stop seeing her,” Capo Bruno yells, slamming the beer bottle at the wall. The glass and beer fall on the marble floor.
“It’s not happening; she’s mine,” I say in a low tone, staring at him.
I’m not going to stop seeing my woman. He can’t stop me.
“You will do as I say,” Capo snarls, rolling his hands into a tight fist.
