Page 3 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I run to the SUV, open the door, toss the rifle inside, and jump onto the seat. I turn on the vehicle, and I pull out, driving down the road as fast as possible to get away from the area.
I drive home, pushing the garage door opener, driving inside the garage. I close the garage door, and I fucking rest my head on the steering wheel.
I feel so damn ashamed; I’m crying like a fucking wuss.
Papà will not be proud of me.
I don’t know how long I stay in the SUV crying my fucking heart out, but I know for damn sure that it’s going to be the last time that I cry.
I wipe my face, open the door, and jump out. I walk inside the house; my Mamma is waiting for us.
But it’s only me.
I can see that she’s been crying.
She must know.
“Mamma, . . . . . he’s dead,” I croak, my voice cracking from the emotion strangling me.
“Chris, I know,” Mamma says, wiping her tears.
“You two took longer,” Nicola says, furrowing his eyebrows, blinking to stop the tears.
“Mamma, the motherfuckers ambushed Papà, and I was too far to see what happened,” I utter in a low voice.
Mamma pushes off the kitchen chair, takes a few steps to hug me.
“Shush, it’s not your fault Cristiano. We know that this would happen; it’s the job, the life that we live,” Mamma says, kissing my forehead.
“Mamma, I’m going to find the motherfuckers,” I growl, looking into her eyes.
“Chris, don’t spend your life seeking revenge; besides, you don’t even know who did this,” Mamma says, closing her eyes, shaking her head.
“Mamma is right, Chris. You can’t go after the bastards if we don’t know who they are,” Nicola says, pushing off the chair.
“Let’s go to sleep, it’s late, and I need to pray,” Mamma whispers, clasping her hands.
Nicola and I don’t say another word; we follow Mamma to our rooms.
I would forget their voices; I’m going to fucking find the motherfuckers that killed my Papà.
Thank fuck. I’m eighteen, and I can work with the Mafiosos.
The next day.
I walk into the Capo’s restaurant, stopping to ask his guard Tino if I can talk to the Capo, Diego Bruno.
The tall, big tank of a man lifts his chin; he knows that I’m Matteo’s son. He walks to the back to ask the Capo. A few minutes later, Tino leans his head to the side, gesturing with his head to follow him.
I walk behind him, looking down the hall, checking out my surroundings. I need to be on high alert because I don’t know if I’m welcomed here or not. At this time, I don’t believe that the Capo, the Boss ordered the contract on my Papà, but you fucking never know.
“Capo,” Tino says, nodding.
Capo Bruno leans back in his red leather chair, grabbing the armrests, staring at me.
“Chris, come in and have a seat. My condolences, I heard about Matteo,” Capo Diego says, looking at me straight in my eyes.
I walk into his office, Tino walks out, closing the door. I slide onto the red leather seat, straining my back, pushing back my shoulders.
