Page 39 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Oh, okay! But Capo Baby, all of your heart will do! I don’t need anything else,” Noelle whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I pull her closer, kissing her face, whisper.
“Baby, all I want is you,” I say, kissing her deeply with all of my heart.
Epilogue
Cristiano
Christmas Eve morning.
I can’t believe that the Earl is only available this morning to attend the fucking Omerta ceremony.
Fuck!
Of fuckingcourse, Cappola agreed to have the ceremony so fucking early, on fucking Christmas Eve.
I can’t fucking believe it.
Yeah, it’s important but fuck!
I hope it doesn’t take long because I want to get to Noelle; it’s a special day for her.
I drive down the long driveway, pulling into the first parking spot. It’s already full of expensive new cars, and fuck, I’m getting nervous.
Yeah, it’s because of the Elite Earl and the Lord. Those fuckers are the supreme power; not many get to meet them, so yeah, this is fucking awesome. But, I’m surprised that they feel it’s warranted to attend my Capo, Omerta blood oath ceremony.
Isn’t this fucking special.
Fuck!
I sit in my car staring at the big ass mansion; yeah, Cappola’s residence is fucking intimating in the daylight. You can see how huge and majestic this house is. The sun rays hitting on the windows, making this place glow and shimmer.
I get out of the car, walk up the walkway to the front doors. I walk up to the big mansion on the San Francisco hillside. I look at the fine mist evaporating with the sun rays, and the morning due on the plants sparkle like diamonds.
It’s a fucking important moment in my life, but I’m not one hundred percent thrilled with this new rank, being the Capo. It’s not a position that I aspired to attain, yet I know it’s an honor to be acknowledged as a worthy Soldato.
I push the button stoned face, pull my cuffs, and adjust my tie.
Yeah, they make us wear a fucking Tux, fuckers.
The only fucking reason I’m even doing this is because I don’t have a fucking choice. I’m in the Famiglia; there’s no way to get out of this fucking mafia crime family.
Yeah, of fuckingcourse, when I die.
I don’t want to die; I need to take care of Noelle and the baby. Of fuckingcourse, my Mamma, and keep an eye on Nicola since he’s not a Soldato.
Fuck!
“Boss is waiting on you,” Capolla’s guard mutters, opening the door, stepping aside.
“Indeed,” I say, raising my eyebrow.
I step into the huge foyer, looking down the hallway, listening to the voices coming from the Boss’s office. I follow the goon to Capolla’s office, looking at the men in the room.
“D’Angelo,” Cappola says, lifting his chin at me.
“Ciao,” I say, stoned face looking at the men stepping further into the office.
