Page 33 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Capo Baby, I’m all yours. I love you to the moon and back,” I say, teary eyes.
“That’s enough! You’re not taking her out of this house until you marry her because I’ll be damned if you have her as your whore,” Winter yells.
“Dad,” I gasp, glaring at him.
I can’t fucking believe that he’s acting like he cares.
Not!
Dad was trying to use me to get what he wanted from the Mafioso Boss.
What fuckingever!
I look at Chris glare at Dad, and I know that he’s seething.
Oh my god!
I clasp the rail tightly.
“Winter’s, it’s about fucking time that you’re taking care of Noelle! We can talk later about the details, but I’m taking her out to dinner and most likely keep her for the weekend,” Chris snarls, lowering his eyelids halfway looking at my Dad.
“Motherfucker, I want to talk this week,” Winter’s snarls,
“I’ll be here on Monday,” Chris growls, taking my hand in his.
Eleven
Cristiano
Two weeks later.
Fuck, I need to get Noelle a birthday gift, and I fucking don’t have a clue what to get her. She’s going to be twenty-one this week, this Christmas, she’s a fucking Christmas baby.
But fuck, it hits home that she’s so fucking young.
I’m nine fucking years older than her.
Fucking hell, I feel way too old for her.
What the fuck am I doing messing around with her?
I’m such a piece of shit, no fucking good for her. I don’t deserve her with all of the fucking bad I’ve done, the darkness that I live in.
I don’t need to bring her into my hell.
But I can’t let her go; she’s my light, my savior.
I’m a fucking selfish bastard.
I know that I’m not fucking ever going to let her go.
She’s mine!
I drive into the fucking parking lot, looking at the huge mall decorated in fucking Christmas, the Christmas songs blaring from the speakers out in the parking lot.
I pull into the parking slot, turning off my car, pulling out my key. I run my hand through my long hair, gathering it to tie the leather strip.
I inhale deeply, closing my eyes; her fucking beautiful face and fucking sexy body run through my mind. The way she laughs, her huge brown eyes pull me into her web, connecting with my soul, making me feel alive; she’s like a fucking drug that I need to take every day.
