The Capo's Desire

Five

Yanex

I was dumbfounded. I had been in Italy for maybe an hour and a half, and I was already being pointed at with a gun. The minute I heard her mother tell my princess that ‘Tarantino’ was the man that tried to get rid of them years ago, my heart fell to my asš. Knowing that I was coming to Italy, how did my father not tell me about this?

I understand why because he could give two shīts. I was outnumbered by one. I had my gun pointed at Amelia’s father and two pointed at me, well, two that I could see.

Amelia did the stupidest thing she could have done without a second thought. She stood right between her father and me.

“Put the gun down.” She told her father.

“Princess.” I warned her between clenched teeth while she sliced the air with her hand, telling me to shut up.

“Amelia, ascolta il tuo ragazzo.” (Italian for listen to your boyfriend) Her father said between clenched teeth as he gripped the gun tighter.

“No. Put your gun down, then I’ll step away.” She replied sternly.

I wanted to grab her back and kiss the ever-loving shīt out of her, but I don’t think her parents would like to witness that, plus it was not the right time.

“After he explains himself, you can make a decision, but until then, you better not touch a hair on his head.” She told her father, making her mother gasp.

“You.” She said, turning around to face me while pointing her finger. “You better have a darn good fūcking explanation. If not, it won’t be my father that decides your fate.” She then turned around to look at her father.

Knowing he had no other choice, he dipped his chin, alerting the rest of the crew to put their firearms down. Only when he retreated his gun did I put mine away, placing it at the waistband of my pants.

“Follow me.” Her father said as he turned around and walked into the house with his wife right next to him and Amelia in front of me.

I felt as if I was walking down the valley of death. You could hear a pin drop at the silence emitting in the house. One thing that the asšhole did teach me was to walk with my shoulders straight and my head high. We stopped at a living room where you could feel the love a home should feel. Not the ice-cold my home felt like. The house had very high ceilings; the living room had black beams that went from one side of the room to the other side. Two cream-colored love seats were facing each other, and a square wood table was in the middle.

Amelia’s father, mother, and a second man sat by the farthest love seat as Amelia and I sat at the one in front of them.

“Explain yourself before I drag you toward the basement and get it out of you.” Amelia’s dad said.

“Dad.” Amelia warned, making him raise his hands in surrender.

“Amelia did tell me her last name when we began dating last year—“ I was saying when her father stood up, right before slamming his fist on the table.

“A fūcking year?!” He yelled, glaring at Amelia.

I took a deep breath to keep calm. I had to relax because I was not about to place a bullet in his head since he was my princess’ family.

I raised my hand, warning him, which earned me a glare.

“If you know my father, you know I was not raised how you raised Amelia. Your glares mean nothing to me.” I told him to see if he finally caught the hint. He sat back down on the couch, clenching his jaw.

“Like I was saying. She did tell me her last name, but I had no idea what that meant. Since I was eight, my father has trained me to become his heir if he steps down. My upbringing was not easy in any way. He did tell me that when I turned eighteen, he would tell me who his biggest rival was. Since I came to Italy, that conversation got postponed till my return.” I explained hopefully, gaining their trust, but it is not as easy as one wishes in the mafia.

I looked over at Amelia, who had worry written all over her face, but she kept a solid front. “I love your daughter. I will never hurt her. If you are the biggest rival my dad states you are, I will make sure to have that rivalry resolved even if it entails killing my father.” I told them, making her mother gasp and cover her mouth.

“How do I know I could trust you?” Her father asked, making the other man jump from his seat.

“Mateo, you can’t be serious, can you?” He asked, making me glare at him.

“Jacob.” He warned, making Jacob walk out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“One, I was with her for a month, and she is here alive. Second, I am willing to kill my father. What more proof would you like? I asked him, standing up.

“My body count is higher than you and his combined.” I said, pointing to the way that Jacob had walked out. “Trust me, and if I wanted you all dead, you would’ve been.” I told him. He stood nodding, then looked at his wife. He pulled his hand out, gave it to her then left the room. I turned around to look at Amelia, who was not happy.

Amelia

I listened to everything and remained quiet. Yanex would be the first one to hear it, then I was going to talk to my father. I stood up and then walked to the other side of the table. If I let him touch me, I would be a puddle and not listen to the shīt I need to be answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him, folding my arms across my chest.

“How do you tell your girlfriend that you were born a mafia heir? Don’t try to turn this around on me, Amelia. You have as much fault as I do here.” I told her, mimicking her stance. She looked down to her feet while nodding but looked right back up.

“I have never known what my father does, what goes on outside these walls or in his office. I have zero clue. After today I will demand the answers. I never thought that you would keep this much away from me.” I told him. The shock on his face was evident.

“I never wanted to keep anything away from you.” He said, sitting down on the love seat. “What I told your father is true. My father was never a father. He trained me to be a killer. He would take me to kill his rivals once he had them hanging by a thread after all the beating they took. That is who my father is to me. My mother, on the other hand, was the total opposite. She showed me love. She showed me to be kind. My father hates that about her till this day, and she gets her fair share of beatings for it. I know, but since she has never voiced them to me, I can’t do anything.” He told me, making my heart shatter for the man I have fallen in love with.

How? How can a father do that to his son?

“I can’t wrap my head around all of this.” I replied truthfully. How was this my life for years, and I never suspected anything?

“I should have told you who I was from the beginning, but to be honest, I was scared that you would look at me with disgusts. Know this, Amelia. Now that I have tasted your lips, there is no way I am staying away from you. So you better buckle up, princess, because this might be one hell of a ride.” He told me, making me wet in areas I should not be wet.

He stood up and then placed his hands in his pockets. “It is clear I am not welcomed here. I will see myself out.” He said, turning around to leave.

“You better not go anywhere, Yanex Tarantino. I will take you to your room.” I told him as I stood up and walked past him toward the stairs. I turned around to see if he was following me, but he was standing there in shock.

“You may have a body count as high as Mountain Everest, but I have a killer shot. If you want to sleep tonight uninjured, I suggest you follow me, Yanex.” I told him as I turned around and walked up the stairs to the room prepared for him.

“Yes, Princess.” He replied, making me smile.

I continued walking to the room on the opposite side of the house, farthest from my room. He also installed cameras along the hallway to ensure that we didn’t sneak around.

“Here it is. You have an ensuite bathroom that way you don’t stray around.” I told him as I opened the door to the room so he could go in. He walked past me, then turned around, grabbing me by the waist and bringing his lips to mine. The kiss was as hungry as it was the first night we kissed.

“Let her go.” My father said through the intercom, making us both laugh.

“Soon, Princess. Very soon.” He replied, sending shivers down my spine.

I turned on my heels and then headed toward the only place I had never been allowed to go in—my father’s office.

Not bothering to knock on the door, I walked right in, making my father stand abruptly from behind the desk.

“What are you doing in here, Amelia?” My dad asked between clenched teeth.

“I am no longer a child, and I need to know everything you know about his father.” I told him as I walked over toward his desk and sat on the chair facing him.

“Amelia, you know you are not allowed in here.” He replied, not sitting back down.

“I am not leaving here until I get the answers I came to get.” I told him, raising a brow at him. He knows me more than anyone. He should know I will not stand down.

I crossed my arms across my chest and then tilted my head to the side. He sat back down, huffing and puffing.

“There is not much to know, Amelia. You know the gists of the story. His father came after your mother. He wanted to kill her. I went after him, I thought I had killed him, but I should’ve known better that even roaches can survive an atomic bomb.” He replied, making me furrow my brows.

“So you are telling me that for eighteen years, you have thought this man, his father, has been dead?” I asked my father in shock.

“That is what I am telling you. My men and I have always kept our eyes and ears open for any noise that had his name tied to it, but nothing ever came up.” He said as he rubbed his face tiredly.

“Daddy, this only means one thing. He trained Yanex to get rid of us.” I said as my heart hammered in my chest.

“That is true, but the way Yanex spoke about his father and you make me doubt it. I am sure that Yanex will protect you until the end. That is the only reason why he is still breathing and sleeping in that room.” He replied, not making my worries lessen.

“How much of a sick bastard is his father?” I asked him.

“So sick he trained his son since the age of eight, Amelia.” He replied, making the hairs on my spine stand on end. It looks like I will be sleeping zero amount of hours tonight.