Page 50 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

As Carlo heads inside, I walk towards Venecia and pull her against me. Gripping her face with both hands, I pull her mouth up to mine and kiss her deep until she is purring in my mouth.

“I was actually on my way out here to see you,” I slide my hand into hers, “The contractor called. He has some question about the nursery he wants to discuss.”

About two months ago, Sal started three construction projects on the estate property – a small home for each of his children. He keeps saying he started the project because Venecia, Carlo, and Lorenzo aren’t kids anymore and they all need their own space. But being that he still doesn’t quite trust these peace treaties with the other families, it’s easier to keep everyone on the grounds with the same guards. With how close they all are as a family, if we all moved apart, I’m pretty sure we’d be traveling here daily anyway.

Sal doesn’t seem to find it funny, but I’m quite certain he started the construction because he’s tired of listening to Venecia and Avalie screaming at all hours of the night.

Based on the noises I heard coming from down the hall last night, I’m pretty sure I’m right.

Walking down the driveway, we turn down the newly poured driveway that occupies what used to be our morning running trail. With our fingers laced, we walk towards our in-process home.

The fact that our house is being built in the same place Lorenzo had caught us in the woods, I’ve decided that Sal is a cheeky bastard with a sick fucking sense of humor.

Chapter Thirty-One

VENECIA

“V,” Ava sighs at me, “It’s not going to happen.”

“It has to!”

“I’m trying,” she groans, “but I don’t think I can do it.”

“Ava,” I turn to face her, “I don’t mean to be a bridezilla, but I don’t care if you have to fucking sew me into this dress like it’s Olivia Newton-John’s pants in Grease, I am wearing this dress to walk down the aisle.

“Suck it in,” she yanks hard on the dress, “and breathe out.”

Doing as she asks, I feel the zipper slide up my back.

“Fuck…,” I groan.

“Problem solved,” she smiles back at me, “it’s on.

“I was saying ‘fuck’ because it’s tight.”

After helping me slide on my shoes, she begins walking me towards the ceremony at Papa’s house on the compound.

“Not to pry,” I squeeze her hand, “but I’ve got to talk to keep my mind off how fucking tight this dress is and weddings are the only thing on my mind right now.”

“Me and Renzo?”

“Well, yeah.”

“We aren’t having one. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been married since the same night you came home,” she pulls the strap of her dress to the side exposing initials carved into her chest.

“Oh,” I stammer at what to say, “That’s, um, sweet.”

She laughs at my response, “No. It’s fucking crazy. But so are the two of us.”

“I’m sorry for prying…”

“No you’re not,” she squeezes my hand, “You’re my family, it’s not prying. You are also taking my mind off things. I hadn’t really thought about it until today, but the heads of both the Yakuza and the Armenians are going to be here today.”

“Oh shit,” I gasp, “Had I thought about that, I would’ve fucking eloped.”

“It’s okay,” Ava smiles back at me, “Renzo and Sal spoke with my father. They both made it quite clear that if he attempts to force contact with me while he is here that it will be the end of the truce between the families.”

“Venecia! Princess,” Papa exclaims when he sees us approaching, “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

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