Page 27 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
Noelle: Vince Gallo
Chris: Fuck! I’ll be there.
Noelle: Awesome!
I’m so fucking excited. Finally, Chris is coming over to dinner, and Dad will see that we’re together. I don’t know how Dad will take this because I know they work together, but I don’t know if he will try anything against Chris.
I have a feeling that Chris knows this Gallo dude.
I hurry up, pulling my new silver dress, sliding my feet into the high black Louis Vuitton platform pump suede heels. I grab my favorite Carolina Herrera Good Girl perfume; Chris loves it, spraying it above me, allowing it to fall on me.
Oh yeah, this drives Chris crazy.
My cell beeps; I grab it sliding my finger over the screen. I stare at my cell phone, pushing my hair behind my ear.
Chris: Angel, I’m not going to make it for dinner.
Noelle: Oh my god! I want to see you.
Chris: It’s an emergency. Don’t talk to Gallo. I’ll talk to you later.
Noelle: Okay. I love you.
Chris: I love you.
Fuck!
My heart stops and then speeds up as I walk over to my window to look at the stars biting my lower lip.
I should stay in my room; my stomach is doing somersaults; I have an awful feeling. I know that my Dad is up to something, and it fucking scares me.
Dad wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me, and I know it. I wouldn’t ever forget how he killed Mom, and that means he will do anything and everything to get what he wants. He wants to be in, entirely in the Mafia, not just work for them.
What should I do?
Should I stay in my room?
I walk out of my room, down the stairs, and into the family room.
I look at my Dad talking to a tall thin man with a beard, thin lips, and a long nose. He has his hair slick back and is wearing a dark brown suit with a light blue shirt. The black wool suit looks expensive. That must be Gallo. He looks older than me but not as old as my Dad. Hell, he must be at least forty, if not more.
The man's dark beady eyes stare at me and slowly move his eyes down my body, making me feel dirty.
Fuck!
I hate it!
I hate when the man undresses you with his eyes.
Fucking sick bastard.
“Noelle, I’ll like you to meet Vince Gallo,” Dad says, smiling.
I stop next to Dad, clenching my hands, digging my nails into my palms.
I’m so fucking pissed off! I know that Dad wants me to accept this man, but why?
“Hi,” I reply, nodding, looking at the man's dark brown eyes.
