Page 36 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Jacob, Nicola will not be taking care of the contracts for the Cappola Crime Family. Instead, the Boss wants Nicola to handle other business matters,” Christiano says, pulling out a cigarette box from his jacket’s pocket, offers us one, and lights up.
Of fuckingcourse, I take a cigarette for the fucking nerves.
Jacob takes a cigarette, lifting his chin at Christiano.
We light up, inhale the fucking death stick, and exhale. The little break seems to calm down the fucking asshole.
“What? Is that so? If that’s the case, I’m good,” Jacob says, taking a pull of his beer, holding the cigarette with his other hand.
“Fuck you! It’s my life; Antonella and my baby Nicoletta are my girls, so fucking stop it. I will take care of them, and you need to fucking stop butting in,” I yell, pointing at him.
“Yeah fucker, they’re my family too,” Jacob snarls.
“Enough, you two stop your fucking bitching. Let’s take care of our family from any and all danger, and that fucking includes your fucking MC,” Christian scoffs, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah fucker,” I snarl, my lip turns up.
“My MC is not the same as the fucking Capolla Crime Family business,” Jacob yells, shaking his head.
“The fuck it’s not! I deal with your fucking MC; the Prez is fucking crazy,” Christiano scoffs, shaking his head.
“Yeah, but I’m not in the fucking bullshit; I’m the IT bro,” Jacob says, taking a drag of the cigarette.
“It’s all the same shitshow! Keep your eyes open, think about it, get out,” Christiano says, pressing his lips into a tight light.
“I’m the IT bro; I know everything that goes on,” Jacob huffs, taking the long pull of beer fishing it off.
“What fuckingever! I only pray that your MC doesn’t betray you,” I scoff, taking a drag of my cigarette, looking at my friend.
I don’t care what the hell this fucker thinks; he’s always going to be my best friend. I have his back.
Antonella
The Wedding day.
“Ella, are you ready? Oh my, you look beautiful,” Mamma says, clasping her hands.
“Yes, Mamma, I’m ready. Thank you, I love my dress, it’s perfect. Is Nicoletta okay?”
“Yes, Zia Elena is holding the baby, and Sofia and Bria are next to her,” Mamma says, nodding, pulling on my dress, adjusting the skirt.
I watch Mamma adjust my dress, the veil, and my eyes tear up. I blink to clear my eyes, inhaling deeply, and exhaling slowly to calm my nerves.
I’m not nervous because I’m getting married; I’m nervous, anxious because I’m so fucking happy.
“Is Nicola ready?”
“Yes, Nicola is ready.”
“Oh, okay. Is Jacob here?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Oh, good, good. What about Nicola’s Mamma, Christiano, his girl Noelle and baby Chris?”
“Ella, everyone is here, so stop worrying and enjoy this precious moment.”
“Oh, Mamma! I’m so excited, but I’m nervous. I’ve been waiting for this day forever. I’m so happy that Nicola wanted the wedding to take place asap.”
