Page 2 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

He is a mess. His hair is disheveled, and he has blood splattered across his white shirt. This is the way I have seen Renzo most of my life. It’s who he is. I love my brother regardless of the fact that he is a sociopath.

For someone who didn’t seem to give a fuck about my family five minutes ago, Chad looks as though he has seen a ghost. It as though he had the sudden realization that every rumor he has heard about my brothers might actually be true, and he can’t seem to get his hands off me fast enough.

And the Botticelli Brotherhood cock block strikes again.

“It’s late. Get one of the guys to take your friends home,” Renzo commands after a few minutes of not-so-pleasantries. I know it’s not up for debate. They can go or he can make them go.

After quick and uncomfortable goodbyes, I head upstairs to my room to yet another lonely night with my vibrator.

Chapter Two

VENECIA

Yet another text to Chad left unread. It’s been days without a word from him, so I guess I can officially count him out.

Heading downstairs, I am caught off guard by my father and a guy I have never seen before. I would definitely remember having seen him around the house before.

He is tall, definitely a little over six feet. He looks older, maybe in his mid- to late-thirties, but based on how broad and muscular he is, he’s probably in better shape than most guys my age. While his build is too big for it, his face looks like it could belong to a model. Especially with that slicked back jet-black hair and that rugged jaw line, which is currently carrying just the right amount of several days of scruff. But what really stands out about him is those smoldering green eyes.

Calm yourself, V…

Based on his expensive suit and ridiculous muscular build, he obviously works for the family. I could look at him all I want, but there isn’t a man that works for my father that would even think about putting a hand on me. Hell, most of them barely manage to make eye contact with me out of fear.

“V…Princess,” my father calls when he sees me, “I was going to introduce the two of you later at dinner, but since you are here.”

I nervously tuck the tendril of my messy bun behind my ear as I walk towards them. Had I known I was going to be meeting someone this morning, especially this man, I would have preferred to have taken a moment to make myself a tad more presentable.

“V, this is Dante DeLuca,” my father says as he reaches out his hand to shake mine. I reach back and his massive hand engulfs mine as he gently shakes it.

“Nice to meet you Miss Venecia,” his deep voice vibrates as he speaks, “Please just call me Dante. I hope to not be too much of an inconvenience for you.”

“I’m sorry,” I let go of his hand and look towards my father questioningly.

“With everything going on, I refuse to leave you unprotected. You aren’t like your brothers. You aren’t prepared to take care of yourself if it becomes necessary. And I will not let anything happen to my little princess.”

“So, Dante…”

“He will be driving you anytime you leave the house. Beyond that, he is good at his job, and you will barely notice he is around,” my father responds,

“Essentially, he is going to be your bodyguard.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I huff, as I eye him up and down.

Great. Now I have a babysitter.

If I’m going to be stuck with him, I am going to make this as unpleasant for him as possible, “We’re going out tonight at ten. So, I suggest you rest up, old man.”

A smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Turning to head back upstairs, I overhear my father informing Dante that I can be a bit of a handful.

I intend to be way more than a handful. This fucker isn’t going to stick around, regardless how nice he might be to look at.

I do not need yet another man following me around and ensuring I don’t do anything they hypocritically deem to be inappropriate. Seriously, Renzo is fucking some girl he bought – and we’re almost the same age. And while I never see him with anyone, I’m certain that Carlo is getting plenty as well.

Pulling out my phone I send out a bunch of texts letting everyone know the plans for tonight. There is a rave happening at an old warehouse down by the docks. Shortly after texts go out, Jessica is texting back as to what time to come over and get ready.

Since my babysitter seemed to be everywhere that I tried to go in and around the house today, I wound up spending most of the day alone in my room. When Jessica knocks on my door, I am excited to finally have someone to talk to.

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