Page 29 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I take out my Glock from my holster, taking slow steps down the hall, listening, and looking for the motherfuckers. I walk into Capo’s office, look around, and see him on the carpet.
I walk over to look at him; he’s looking up at the ceiling, with a bullet between his eyes; he’s fucking dead.
I know that he’s dead.
I wonder who killed him.
What about his son and wife?
I feel a cold chill run up my spine, inhaling deeply, exhaling. I look around the room to see if anyone is there. The house is eerily quiet; the fucking huge window glass is shattered.
That means it was a hit.
But who in the hell killed him?
Fuck, I have a fucking idea it was Winters.
Fuck!
I pull out my cell phone, and I call the Boss. The
“Cappola,” Boss Cappola answers, waiting for me to talk.
“He’s dead,” I say, looking around the office.
“I’ll send the cleanup team. But, first, I need to talk to you,” the Boss hisses in a low voice.
“Right,” I say, ending the call.
I run out of the house, pulling the car door open, jumping into my car. I drive like a crazy motherfucker to the Boss’s house.
I get out of my car, running up to the front door. His guard opens the door before I knock. I walk down the hall to the office, looking around.
I’ve been here a few times, but it’s always wise to be alert.
I walk into the Boss’s office, stopping at the door looking at the Boss; flanking him are his Underboss, Leonardo Amato, his right-hand man, and Dario Cappola, the Consigliere, his son that’s being groomed to take over someday. They look at me, waiting for me to enter the room.
This must be fucking important if the three are here for this meeting.
“Ciao D’Angelo, have a seat,” Boss says, waving his hand; the diamond on his pinky ring sparkles as he waves, lifting his chin.
“Ciao,” I say, stoned faced trying to keep my emotions in control.
I take long urgent strides across the grey marble floor, walking to the front of his huge wooden desk, sliding onto the black leather chair. I lean back, crossing my leg, looking at the Boss, and his underbosses, waiting for the Boss to talk.
“D’Angelo, Bruno’s Soldato Filippo hired the Satanic Bastards MC to kill Bruno. I need you to move up into Bruno’s position. You’re now the new Capo,” Boss Cappola says, leaning forward, pressing his hands on the desk.
Fuck!
I didn’t expect this nor ever felt like I wanted this, but I can’t say no to the Boss.
Fuck!
“Thank you for considering me worthy of this position,” I say, looking at him, grinding my molars.
“I know that you’re ready, and you’re the Soldato to handle the job. But, first, you will need to renew the oath of the Omerta in the induction ceremony. Lord Milan and the Elite’s Earl Konig will be attending. I understand that you already had an induction ceremony when you became a Made Man, a Soldato.
But Lord Milan and Earl Konig must endorse your consecration, of you making the solemn Omerta sacred, that you’re giving your soul, your everything to the Cappola Crime Family in your new rank as the Capo.
