Page 26 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
Motherfucker!
I’m going to take him out sooner or later if he keeps up with this fucking bullshit.
Fuck!
Now, I need to take care of the contract. So, I drive home to change into my black clothing and to grab my case.
It’s going to be a fucking long night because I have to wait until the motherfucker leaves his house to do his nightly fucking deals. He’s not only taking the drugs to sell on the side, but he’s skimming the Boss.
Stupid motherfucker thinks that he can get away with fucking the Boss.
We know everything!
Eight
Noelle
One month later.
“Noelle, I need you to get cleaned up because I’m having a dinner party tonight. My Associate Vince Gallo will be here, and I want you to meet him,” Dad says, staring at me.
“Uh, I have a date,” I say, shaking my head.
“I don’t give a fuck! You will attend the dinner party and be nice to him because I’m working on getting him into a contract with you,” Dad yells, walking closer to me.
I back up, shaking my head.
“Dad, it’s not going to happen! I have a boyfriend, and you know him. I know that you told him to stop seeing me,” I say, lifting my chin in the air.
“What the fuck! What do you mean that I know him! I don’t give a damn who the motherfucker is! I told you that you’re not going to have a boyfriend! I clearly told that motherfucker to stop seeing you. So, what the fuck did you do, you little bitch? You’ve been whoring around with that soldier, that motherfucker,” Dad yells, stopping in front of me, grabbing my arm?
“Chris is my boyfriend, and I’m not going to stop seeing him,” I say, pulling my arm from his hand.
“What the fuck! That motherfucker! I forbid you to see him! Do you hear me,” Dad yells, grabbing my arm again?
“No, you can’t stop me! I’m not a little girl, and I have a right to love whoever I want! I’m surprised that you don’t like Chris since you’ve been working with him for years,” I snarl, pulling my arm.
I rub my arm, lowering my eyelids, focusing on my Dad. I watch his nostrils flare, the red spreading over his face.
Fuck, it looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. That would be good because I hate him now more than ever.
“You will do as I say! Don’t fucking sass me,” Dad shouts, pulling me closer to him.
“I’m done talking to you,” I yell, walking out of his office.
My heart is fucking beating so damn fast; I feel it’s going to explode. I need to get ready and get gone.
I can’t be here when this son of bitch arrives
I walk into my room, locking the fucking door. I take a quick shower, blow dry my hair, and then I apply my makeup. Next, I curl my hair, adjust it with cute hair clips. Finally, I set the curling iron on the bathroom countertop to cool down.
My cell phone beeps, and I run from the bathroom, looking around in my purse for it. Then, finally, I grab it, looking at the text.
Chris: Baby, I’m on an assignment. I’ll be late tonight.
Noelle: Oh my god, Chris. I wanted you to be here for a dinner party. Dad has some man over for dinner, and I don’t like him.
Chris: What’s his name?
