Page 7 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

After using my hand to physically verify that my mouth isn’t agape, I simply stare at Sal in utter confusion.

“Most guys would have come out guns blazing or throwing fists. While she knows what we do as a family and she is not ashamed of us, she does prefer to try to live as normal of a life as possible. Discretion in watching over her is quite important. I am quite pleased to see that you understood that without being implicitly told.”

Sal leans forward and his large hand firmly grips my shoulder before he continues, “After tonight, I know that I have chosen the right man for this job.”

Still at a complete loss for words, I force a smile onto my face before nodding at him appreciatively.

Little does he know; I am appreciative that I still have both my hands…and my heart is still beating.

“This is an ask, not a tell,” Sal leans back so that he is resting against the desk, “I would like for you to stay here. There is obviously plenty of room for you.”

Reaching behind him onto the desk, he picks up his drink and takes another long sip.

“I love my daughter,” he chuckles, “but she is a handful. I need you in her presence at all times. While I love her, I do not trust her to be obedient. She gets that from her mother. I need you to ensure she is not sneaking out of the house without you.”

The only words I can muster sputter from my mouth,

“I understand.”

“Good,” his smile suddenly wide, “I will have her brothers keep an eye on her today. Although, it’s probably not necessary because she will likely sleep until this afternoon. That should give you plenty of time to gather the items that you need to get situated here. In the meantime, I will have the room across from V readied for you.”

Taking the hint that this is the end of our conversation, I stand from my chair and walk towards the door. Turning the handle, I am pretty sure I just got my stay of execution.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter Seven

VENECIA

It is around two in the afternoon, when I finally decide to pull myself from bed. I would happily sleep for a few more hours, but I’m hungry and someone is making a fuck ton of noise in the hallway. I take a second to pull my hair into a messy bun and grab a hoodie to throw on while heading downstairs.

My feet stop in their tracks when I open the door, suddenly seeing what the commotion is. And it happens to be in the room across the hall from mine.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

Dante has a few suitcases open on the bed and he is banging around trying to find places to put his things.

“What are you doing?” I storm across the hall to the open doorway.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” he mumbles back at me, continuing to put his things away, “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep all day”.

Clutching my sweatshirt in my fist, I stomp towards him and swing it at his arm.

“Would you mind leaving my room,” his eyes glance towards me, “I’m trying to unpack my things.”

“Your room?”

“Yes, Miss Venecia. My room.”

“You don’t have your own place,” I scoff back at him.

“I do. And I like it there. It’s quiet and I don’t tend to get hit,” a bit of annoyance tinges his voice, “But your father seems to think I need to be around all the time to keep an eye on you.”

Taking a step closer to him, I lower my voice, “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I follow the boss’s orders,” his voice is flat as he turns to face me, “Why wouldn’t it be a good idea?”

“You know,” my voice quiet as I feel my cheeks begin to flush, “with what happened last night.”

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