Page 44 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“This,” I pull on my shorts, “coming from the debt that’s fucking my brother. I don’t think you have room to be so judgmental.”

“I love your brother.”

“I love Dante,” I pull the tank top over my still wet body.

“Truly,” her tone changes as she questions me, “You truly love him.”

“Yes,” I nod back at her, “I was going to tell him this morning that we are going to have a baby, and then figure out how to tell the rest of you what the hell has been going on.”

“It appears that second secret has already been spilled today,” she grabs my hand as I step into the hallway, now pulling her behind me.

“I know Renzo,” she squeezes my hand, “and if we don’t hurry it might be too late.”

“I know him too. Why the fuck do you think I’m heading downstairs?”

“We have to stop him before it’s too late.”

We practically drag each other down the stairs and to the basement door, where she enters the code into the keypad.

How the fuck does she know the code, no one is allowed down here.

Another time, this is better than my plan of banging on the door.

She pulls open the door, and I hear Dante call out in a pained voice, “Cuore mio.”

“Dante,” I yell back as I take the stairs two at a time. I am unable to get to him fast enough, yet my legs freeze at the bottom of the stairs when I see his bloodied, naked body hanging on the far side of the room.

“Stop,” I scream, and all their eyes turn to me, “What the fuck have you done to him?”

“We’re taking care of it,” Papa begins to walk towards me, “You don’t have to worry about him.”

“Go back upstairs,” Renzo stalks back towards Dante, “You don’t want to see this.”

“Stop,” I loudly cry, repeating myself while crossing the room towards them, “You need to stop.”

“Upstairs,” Renzo roars back at me.

“Fellas,” Ava calls from the stairs, “You fucking idiots need to listen to what she has to say.”

In awe, I watch as all their jaws drop.

Apparently, her new-found lineage has granted her some clout, because I don’t think I have ever heard anyone speak to either Papa or Renzo like that in my life. At least not anyone who lived to talk about it.

“Tell them,” she walks with me towards all of them.

“Renzo. Whatever it is you think was happening in the woods is not what was happening.”

“You’re trying to tell me that he wasn’t muffling your screams with his dick in you? I heard you screaming for help.”

“That was happening, but it’s not what you think,” they all stare back at me in with some dumbfounded look, “I was a willing fucking participant. A more than willing participant, and I wasn’t screaming for help you fucking idiot.”

“What the fuck are you saying,” Renzo shakes his head at me.

From beside me, I hear Ava chuckle, “Are you guys all that fucking dense? Does she really need to spell it out for you?”

“The woods wasn’t the first time. I’ve been fucking him for over a month.”

“Venecia,” Papa hangs his head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s nearly twice your age, and he obviously took advantage you.”

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