Page 7 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I need to shower to relax, and then I need to get ready to go to the club.
“Sam, I'll text you when we’re leaving,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
“Fuck, Noelle, I heard Uncle Tomas talking on the phone after lunch. I need to tell you that you need to be ready because Uncle Tomas is scheming. I heard him before I walked into his office, but he didn’t want to talk about it when I asked what that was all about,” Samuele says, looking around the hallway.
“What did you hear,” I ask, stopping, turning to look at him.
“I heard him mention you and that you will do what he says,” Samuele huffs, shaking his head, spreading his feet, crossing his arms as he stares at me.
“Damn, I always knew that Dad plans on exploiting me for his devious plans and gain,” I say, nibbling my lower lip, feeling my stomach do a summersault.
“Be careful, Noelle. I’ll try to find out what he’s planning,” Samuele says, pressing his lips in a straight line placing his hands on his waist.
“Thanks, Sam,” I say, running the towel over my face.
“Always,” Samuele says, raising his eyebrows, rubbing his neck.
I take slow steps down the hall, thinking of all sorts of ways that Dad can use me. I pull the door to the ladies' room to take a shower before going home.
I’m lucky that Sam is looking out for me. He’s there for me, helps me train to be ready to defend myself, be strong, and take me to the shooting range. I need to be able to protect myself from the fucking Mafia because of my Dad.
Sam is just as fucked up to me; Dad killed Sam’s Father and mother, Dad’s brother.
Fuck!
Dad has been grooming Sam to be his right-hand man, I would bet that’s why he killed his parents. Dad doesn’t have a son, only me.
I hate my life; I’m always looking over my shoulder, always on guard. I’m not safe; I live with a very real threat. The asshats soldiers live in this world of anarchy, the Mafia. I’ve surrounded a target. It’s fucking scary, but
I hate going home; I don’t feel safe. The fucking soldiers are guarding the property, walking around the property. It fucking scares me because I’m always alone. Dad works late, gets home late in the evening, then he fucking goes into his office meeting those mafiosos.
I wish that Dad was a normal father and not fucking connected to the Mafia. To top it off, he wants me to aid with their legal needs by becoming an attorney, but I’m not going to do that. I can’t help those soldiers get away with their dark deeds, fuck no. I’ll help with the paperwork even if I feel that’s too much, but I have to do it. Dad will not hesitate to hurt me or kill me.
Yeah, he would kill me because he killed Mamma. The Mafia asked for him to prove his loyalty in order to be their Associate; he killed my Mamma. I fucking hate Dad and those bastards.
I witnessed it all when Dad killed my Mamma. I was hiding at the bottom of the stairs, in the little nook located at the curve. I saw when the Mafia was talking to Dad, and Mamma walked into his office.
Dad shoots her without saying a word or showing any remorse or grimace
The fucking asshole.
I know that one day I will avenge my Mamma.
Yeah, I hate them and everything to do with the Mafia and my Dad. But, hell, my Dad is a wiseguy, an associate for the Mafia, taking care of their legal issues.
I pull on my black leggings, black sweater, and booties, then gather my hair up into a ponytail and grab my bag. I walk out of the building to my car parked in the parking garage.
I look around the parking garage, inhaling deeply, walking to my car, opening the door, sliding onto the seat, turning the key. The engine purrs; I pull out of the garage onto the street and onto the Hwy. I drive home; a few minutes later, I walk into the kitchen, looking around for dinner. Mathilda cooks amazingly, and today she was going to make lasagna. I walk over to the oven to look at the pan inhaling deeply.
Yeah, it smells delicious.
I smile, stretching my arm to open the cabinet, pulling out a plate, and grabbing the spoon from the counter. I place a serving of lasagna onto the plate, grinning, I walk outside to eat my dinner on the dark patio.
I walk over to the corner, my favorite spot to hide. The rose bush, and water fountain shield me in the corner, but I can see into my Dad’s office and family room. I can see the yard and the security guards walking around the fence.
Fuck!
It’s like living in the fucking prison.
