Page 3 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“Who’s the DILF in the living room,” she questions as soon as she lets herself in.

“That’s Dante,” I sigh, “Apparently Papa doesn’t think I’m capable of being out in public on my own. So, he hired him to babysit me.”

“Fuck,” Jessica licks her lips, “he can babysit me. Maybe if I act up, he’ll spank me.”

“Do you ever think about anything else?”

“No, I don’t. Do you?”

I roll my eyes and turn back to my closet, mostly out of annoyance that she is right. I spend a lot of time thinking about something I technically know absolutely nothing about.

Digging through the clothes in my closet, I finally find the black leather mini skirt I was looking for and change into it. Continuing to scour my closet, I grab a black lacy cropped camisole.

“Damn, V,” Jessica looks me over, “If you are trying to make Chad jealous or find someone new, that is definitely the outfit to do it.”

Taking a look at myself in the mirror, she isn’t wrong. I was naturally blessed with a body that would make most girls jealous – I am tall, lean, and curvy in all the right places. The clothes I put on only accentuate all those features.

Grabbing a brush, I pull my straight black hair into a sleek high ponytail. After making a quick update to darken my lipstick and freshen up my cat-eye, I am ready to go.

Chapter Three

DANTE

Babysitting the boss’s daughter was not exactly what I had in mind when Sal approached me about needed to talk to me about a special job.

I expected him to use my…skills…for something more in line with the work that Lorenzo and Luca do for the family.

That said, Sal also is not the type of boss that you say no to. At least not if you want to continue to be able to speak.

While I had never met her before, I have heard stories about Venecia. Most of them just ramblings of guys working for the family, talking about how wild and crazy she is or the risqué nights they had sneaking around with the Capo Dei Capi’s daughter.

Having heard Sal talk about his daughter before, and observing just how protective he was of her, I had always just figured it was all locker room talk and nothing but a bunch of bullshit. There isn’t a man in this city that would be lucky enough to walk away from her with his hands, let alone his life.

After meeting her today though, I am no longer certain. She doesn’t come across as a demure, sheltered, mafia princess. One thing is for sure, she is more beautiful than a single guy had ever described her to be. A beauty like hers naturally draws attention, and it is going to be difficult to keep men away from her. It is going to be difficult to keep her safe.

Hearing heels clicking down the stairs, I stand from the couch to meet Venecia in the hallway. A quiet growl rises in my chest as I take her in. She was beautiful when I saw her all fresh out of bed and disheveled earlier, but she is fucking enticing as hell right now. The black heels and mini skirt show off her long, tanned, and toned legs. Her cleavage spills in a modestly perfect amount from the top of her shirt, while exposing her waist and a tiny tattoo over her belly button. A sleek black ponytail rests of her right shoulder. The way her hair is pulled back shows of the features of her face and her long, slender neck.

Fuck other men. It’s going to be difficult to keep myself away from her.

This is the boss’s kid, emphasis on kid, and all I can think about right this second, is wrapping those long legs around my head and what she may or may not have on underneath that tiny skirt.

Definitely a strappy little thong. Fuck! Get your shit together, Dante!

Heading to the door, I open it for the two of them, “I pulled the Tahoe around front. Are we picking up anyone else on the way?”

“No. It’s just us.,” Venecia says flatly as she walks down the stairs and climbs into the back of the SUV.

The girls have requested that the music playing be turned up, leaving me unable to listen in on the conversation happening in the backseat as we drive towards the docks.

Pulling up to the warehouse, I come to a stop as someone steps in front of the Tahoe. My head spins around to the backseat when I notice that the sounds of outside suddenly become significantly louder.

“Thanks, Dante,” Jessica and Venecia have the rear door open and are sliding out of the backseat, “we’ll get out here.”

“Wait,” I call back as they both shut their doors and scurry into the warehouse.

Fuck! Apparently she really is a handful.

Blaring the horn to get people out of my way, I pull around the side of the building, quickly park the Tahoe and make my way to the entrance.

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