Page 30 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
They also want to meet you, so don’t doubt that they’re not evaluating you for a minute. Lord Milan and the Elite Earl Konig are powerful, but most importantly, Earl Konig is the supreme power in the world. The Elites govern everything in the world; therefore, it’s an honor to have the Earl attend your Capo induction ceremony,” Boss Cappola says, nodding as he leans back into his chair, grasping the armrests.
“Understood and thank you. Would you like me to handle this Filippo Soldato and the Satanic Bastards Motorcycle club,” I ask, resting my hands on my knees?
“No, Amato will take care of them! You will take care of the your Soldatos as soon as they’re informed that you’re their Capo,” Boss Coppola says, pursing his lips.
Underboss Dario Cappola stands with his hands crossed behind his back, looking at me as if he’s trying to dissect me.
I don’t give a fuck because I know that I’m loyal; I know my worth.
“I’ll call the Soldatos,” I say, clenching my hand.
“No, Dario will because I want to ensure that the Soldatos know that you’re now the Capo,” Boss Cappola growls, lowering his eyelids halfway.
“I’ll wait for your call,” I say, nodding.
“Excellent,” Boss Coppola says, leaning on his desk, looking at me, tapping his fingers.
“Buona Notte,” I say, nodding.
“Buona Notte,” says Boss Coppola.
“Night,” Dario utters in a low tone.
“Later,” Leonardo says, watching me closely.
Fuckers.
I push off the chair, walking out of the office and out of the house to my car. I pull open the door, sliding onto the black leather seat, turning the ignition. The car purrs; I drive down the long driveway, passing the guards at the gate, and out onto the road with a fucking pounding headache.
Fuck!
Now my fucking life is fucked!
I’ll never be free. Every fucking minute will be the Mafia.
What about my beautiful Baby?
Can I drag her into this dark world?
I know that she’s part of it, but this will be even darker.
I drive home to fucking think about the fucking new rank that I have. The fucking responsibilities, and fuck, I need to claim my woman.
Ten
Noelle
I open my eyes, confused.
What the fuck happened?
I look around my room; I see my Dad leaning against my dresser with his arms crossed, staring at me.
“What the fuck happened,” I ask, pushing up from the bed.
“You fainted,” Dad growls, furrowing his forehead.
“Oh,” I say, scooting back to lean against my headboard, adjusting my pillow.
