Page 5 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Fuck! I put up with all of this bullshit because I want to be a Made Man, but you, you are holding me back,” Winter yells, pointing at me.
“I don’t have a say, Cappola is the one that approves this, and right now, like I’ve told you before, the books are closed,” I say, taking a long pull of the beer.
I walk over to stand at my favorite spot to look at the sweet angel, his daughter Noelle. I watch her looking out the window, but she doesn’t know that I can see her.
She’s so fucking beautiful and smart. She’s going to the university, but I know that she’s not going to be a lawyer like Winter wants. She’s fucking headstrong, and I like that.
“What do you want,” Winter yells, walking over to the bar, opening the refrigerator.
“We have several problems that need to be taken care of,” I say, walking over to hand him the thumb drive with the DETS.
“Fuck, what about the dinner party that Cappola is throwing,” Winter asks, staring at me.
“Don’t know. Did you get an invite? I sure fucking didn’t. It’s above our paygrade,” I say, smirking.
The fucker is so stupid and demanding.
“Fuck you! I want an invite, tell Bruno,” Winter growls, taking a pull of his beer.
“Indeed, will do,” I say, nodding, looking at Noelle.
“Tell Cappola that I’m willing to give him my daughter Noelle to become a Made Man,” Winter says, smiling with fucking shining eyes.
I can’t fucking believe the fucking bastard. He wants to hand over his daughter to be a fucking Made Man.
“I don’t fucking believe that you’re even thinking of doing something so damn stupid! Why the fuck do you want to be a fucking Made Man? You, being a fucking Associate is huge, you get paid good, what the fuck motherfucker,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids, focusing on his fucking mug.
“It’s my fucking business,” Winter yells, waving his hands in the air.
“Motherfucker, don’t make me fucking kill you because I will hunt you down,” I hiss, walking over to him grabbing him from his throat.
I squeeze him, watching his fucking eyes widen, and I can fucking smell the fear. I watch the color drain from his face; he’s fucking turning purple, then I release him.
“You crazy son of bitch! Don’t you fucking dare do that again! What’s your fucking problem? She’s my daughter, and I’ll do what I fucking please with her,” Winter snarls, rubbing his neck.
“Motherfucker, keep telling yourself that, but I will kill you if you touch a fucking hair on her head! Your daughter is not an asset for you to move up in the Cappola Crime Family,” I snarl, throwing the beer bottle at the wall.
“You’re a crazy son of bitch! Get the hell out of my house,” Winter yells, turning fucking red.
He looks like he’s going to have a fucking heart attack; he’s so fucking livid.
“Don’t forget what I said, and we will be okay,” I say, pulling the cuffs of my white shirt.
“Fuck you,” Winter yells, pointing at me.
The man is fucking scum.
He’s a wuss.
“Just remember that I’m not fucking joking; I’m the soldato that you work with and that I will kill you,” I say, staring at him before I leave his office.
I walk calmly down the hall to the front door to get out of the fucking house.
I hate that I’m leaving Noelle with the crazy motherfucker!
But soon, I’ll talk to her.
She’s mine.
