Page 28 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Hello Noelle, it’s a pleasure to me you,” Vince says, fixing his beady eyes on me.
“Would you like some wine,” Dad asks, walking over to the bar?
“Yes, please,” I say, nodding, walking over to stand at the window, looking out.
God, I wish Chris was here.
“Noelle, Tomas has been telling me that you will be graduating in a couple of months,” Vince says, looking at me.
I can see him through the glass reflection, his fucking eyes staring at my ass.
“Yes, I’m excited that I’m finally going to graduate,” I say, nodding.
“Right, Noelle will be working full time at the firm as my assistant,” Dad says, walking over to hand me the wine glass.
I take the glass from my Dad, closing my eyes as I take a sip of the wine.
Fuck!
That cologne that this dude is wearing is so damn strong, actually nasty.
I open my eyes, grinding my jaw. My stomach lurches, inhaling deeply to stop from retching. I feel hot and dizzy.
Fuck!
“Dad, I’m . . . .going,” I say, looking at my Dad before I lose consciousness.
Nine
Cristiano
Motherfucker!
I can’t fucking believe that Winter has the nerve to have that son of bitch at his house. Is he trying to get into the Santoro Crime family by handing Noelle over?
That bastard?
No fucking way.
Now I have to go to see what the hell is going on with Capo Bruno. The Boss called, which is fucking unusual for me to check in on the Capo.
Fuck!
I’m not there to protect my Baby, and I’m fucking worried that Winter’s will do something stupid. I hate that fucking monster is near my Baby, and I can’t protect her from the scum.
I’ll be there for her, and it fucking kills me that I have to place the fucking Mafia first. Now I see how much the Mafia rules my life, and that’s why my Papà was always away from us. But I had no choice because I needed to provide for Mamma, my brother, since the son of bitch killed my Papà.
Yeah, he was a soldato. Papà trained me, and it’s the easiest way to earn money, so I followed his path. I also want to find the bastard that killed him.
I pull onto the circular driveway; turning off the car, I push open my door. I don’t see the soldiers guarding the house. I jump out, running to the front door, turning the knob, and it fucking opens.
What the fuck!
I look around the hallway, seeing the Capo’s guards shot, bleeding out on the marbled floor.
Fuck!
What the fucking hell happened?
