The Capo's Obsession

Chapter 2

*Arias POV*

With my eyes still closed, I began to feel for my phone on the bed, finally grabbing it and opening one eye to see my mother’s name on the caller ID.

“Mamma?” I answered groggily.

“Tuo padre è scomparso.” (Italian for Your father is missing.) She said in tears.

“Quando è stata l'ultima volta che l'hai sentito?” (Italian for When was the last time you heard from him?)I asked her while jumping out of bed and heading straight into the en suite bathroom.

“48 ore fa.” (Italian for forty-eight hours ago.) She replied while trying to control her sobbing.

“ Okay, mamma, I will head out to your house and be there soon.” I told her, ending the phone call.

Standing in front of my vanity, I pull my hair into a messy high bun and jump in the shower quickly. Once out of the shower, I headed straight into my walk-in closet, looking for something comfortable since today looked like it would be one hell of a day.

I decided to go with some ripped long blue jeans, a black bodysuit, and some chucks. I left my hair in a messy bun and grabbed my purse. Opening the door to head out into my hallway, I bumped into what felt like a wall, but in reality, it was the chest of a very muscular man.

“I’m so sorry!” I quickly told him.

Oh my god! Where did this man come from? Is he real? I thought to myself while eyeing him up and down. He was about six foot three, all the muscles, black hair, dark brown eyes, and that jaw. Oh my god!

“Where are you going, Principessa?” He asked, almost sounding like a purr.

Oh, shīt! I thought to myself. He is Italian and, from his looks, he is not in my hallway by mistake… He grabbed me by my arm in a tight grip. When I tried to yank my arm from his grasp, he tightened it more while shaking his head.

“Tu Vieni con me!” (Italian for You are coming with me), He announces while throwing me over his shoulder.

Oh fūck! I thought to myself.

“Who are you?” I began yelling and hitting his stiff rock back with my tiny fists. I am sure that my attempts are futile, but I have to try at least.

“My name is Mateo, Principessa.” He answered as if this was a casual conversation between friends, and he didn’t have me over his shoulder.

“What the hell do you want with me?” I kept on yelling since he still had me over his shoulder, and all the blood was rushing down to my head.

“Soon, you will find out. Now can you stop yelling!” He replied.

I scoffed at his comment. Stop yelling?! Is he really asking me to stop yelling? Does he think it is customary just to kidnap young girls? I thought to myself.

“You know that you have me over your shoulder like a creep?” I asked him, sounding annoyed.

“Well, if I let you down, I’m sure you will run.” He replied.

“Touché.” I answered as we reached a black SUV, where he placed me on the seat. Sliding in right after me and locking the door, he looked at me while throwing a wink toward me.

I’m so dead. This god of a man is going to kill me. I thought to myself.

*Mateo POV*

Once we reached the SUV, I placed her on the seat while quickly sliding in right after her. I can see that her mind is running one hundred miles per minute.

“I’m not going to kill you.” I assured her. I needed her to know that I would not hurt her. I could see in her eyes that she was terrified.

“How can I trust you? You kidnapped me.” She replied while rolling her eyes at me and folding her arms over her chest.

Should I tell her now that I will take her over my knee if she keeps rolling her eyes at me? Nah, I should wait; she will probably have an aneurysm if I tell her that now. I thought to myself while smirking at her snarky comment.

“Listen, your dad owes me quite a lot of money. In our last conversation, we had about seventy-two hours ago. He had told me he had someone as a way of payment.” I told her while looking straight into her beautiful green eyes. How would I say to her that her father was the reason for my capturing her?

“Wait, my dad owed YOU money? Who are you? Why did he owe you money? How much money?” She rambled out in one breath while slightly shaking her head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news here, but your dad is not the man you think.” I replied, trying to avoid her eyes.

“What do you mean? Who was this person he wanted to use as a form of p*****t?” She asked while tears ran down her cheeks.

“Tu Principessa.” I answered quickly. I stared at her, admiring her beauty. She was undoubtedly a beautiful young woman. I turned my head and looked outside the window to see my estate come into view.

“Where are we?” She asked while wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.

“My estate.” I replied. I got out of the SUV and looked at her, admiring the estate’s beauty.

"Are you coming out, or do I have to drag you out?" I asked her.

Folding her arms across her chest, she says the only phrase you get thought when you are younger. “Have you ever heard of stranger danger? I don't know you, so I am not getting out of this vehicle!" She replied.

Throwing my head back and laughing at her comment, I thought to myself. Oh, she was a feisty one.

"Fine,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed one leg and threw her over my shoulder again.

Once inside the estate, I took the stairs two at a time, only stopping in front of the room I had prepared for her. I opened the door and dumped her on the bed. I stared at her and then turned around and left her room, locking her door. I headed straight into my office, thinking of what that woman was doing to me. I have known her for less than two hours, yet her eyes are mesmerizing.

Sitting on my office chair, my phone began to ring. Sliding the green button on the cellphone, his voice comes through the receiver.

“You have something I want.” Tarantino states.

“And what is that?” I countered through clenched teeth. I know what he wants. There is only one thing I have acquired in the past four hours. Aria.

“The girl, of course.” Tarantino replied. I can already imagine the stupid grin on his face, a grin that I will surely wipe off his stupid face.

“She’s mine!” I growled as I stood from the chair.

“I’m coming for her, be ready.” He replied before ending the call.

“Fūck!” I yelled while slamming my hand on my desk. I picked up my cell phone as I dialed Levi’s number, my main bodyguard.

“Entra qui ora!” (Italian for Get in here now!) I yelled at him through the speaker.

I didn’t even let him reply. I just ended the call. Levi has been with me since day one. He knows that when I am pissed, there is no relaxing me unless it is when I kill someone or have someone under me.

He walked in, taking a seat in front of me immediately.

“Cos'è successo?” (Italian for What happened?) He asked.

“Tarantino called. He is coming for the girl.” I replied while clenching my jaw.

He opened his eyes wide. He knows that this means the beginning of a war. I will not let Tarantino take her. Not only is she mine due to her father promising her to me, but there is something about her that is very intriguing, and I will not let her be taken that easily.

Tarantino will have to kill me to get to her.

*Beau POV*

I began laughing like a maniac as soon as I ended the call with the fūcker of Lombardi. I grabbed Arias’s picture in my hand, admiring her beauty. She will be mine, one way or another. I grabbed my phone and dialed Kai's phone number.

“Venire!” (Italian for Come!) I said, ending the call.

Not even two minutes later, he walked into the office, trying to catch his breath. Like a good soldier. “Si, capo.” He said.

“I have declared war on the Lombardi family. He has the girl, and I want the girl. He refuses to give her up.” I said, making him open his eyes wide in fear. Anyone that has heard of the name Lombardi knows what that means.

“Capo, Lombardi has quite a reputation. He owns the whole South Side of Italy. He will bury us alive.” He replied in almost a whisper.

“Non ti ho chiamato qui per un consiglio!” (Italian for I didn’t call you in here for advice!) I yelled at him while standing up and placing my Glock on his temple, making him raise his hands in surrender.

“Sorry, Capo. I will start making calls and getting everything ready. When do you want to move?” He asked.

“Ecco qua, ora stiamo parlando.” ( Italian for Here we go, now we were talking.)I replied while retrieving my Glock back into my holster.

“Twenty-four hours,” I replied, making him stand up to get everything set.

Once he was out of my office, I walked to my minibar and poured myself two fingers of whiskey.

I walked back to my office chair, sat down, lit up a cigar, and gawked at Arias’ pictures.

What I want to do with those lips. I thought to myself, and my cöck was already saluting for attention. I grabbed my office phone and pressed #1 for my #1 girl to come in. I don't know their names. I put numbers on them. After all, I pay them exactly what I want them for, sēx and nothing more.