The Capo's Desire

Two

Yanex

“I am so proud of you.” My mother said as she squeezed my cheeks. My mother and my father were like night and day. My mother showered me with love as my father showered me lessons on who his enemies were, how to utilize a gun, and how to hide in plain sight. When I turned five, my father began training me to become the next capo. On the other hand, my mother wanted me to become a businessman.

“Mom.” I said as I pushed my face to the side so she could let go of my face. “I love you and all, but I am old enough for you to be treating me like a baby.” I told her as I turned around.

My mother is Emera Moretti. She is also an heir to a mafia family, but when she decided to stay with my father, my grandfather, her father, gave her his back. I have never been told what the story behind that was. Though I was dying to find out, I knew that everything would be known with time. Dad has this small lockbox on his desk that can only be opened with his fingerprint. He always told me, ‘When you turn nineteen, you will know who is my worst enemy.’ I am nineteen now, and we have not touched on the subject. I decided that I would wait to come back from Italy to ask him.

After all, secrets never stay secret for long. Little did I know that I would find out the only way I didn’t want to.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I received a text message from my girlfriend, Amelia Lombardi. We had been secretly talking for one year, and she was finally coming to New York. I couldn’t have been more excited. I was dying to kiss her and hold her in my arms.

Amelia and I met online. On Facėbook, to be exact. Somehow we had a mutual friend, and when I saw her profile picture, I knew that I needed to know her. I needed to talk to her. In the beginning, it was bumpy due to the time difference, but we have made it work.

Amelia: On my way to the airport!

I shook my head and smiled like an idiöt as I shoved my phone back into my pocket. Amelia was a couple of months younger than me. I was nineteen, and she was eighteen. She lived in Italy with her parents and her twin brother. All I know about her family is that they have a family-owned business.

“Are you finally going to introduce us to your mystery girl?” My mom asked me as she fixed the collar of my shirt.

I shook my head while smiling. “Not yet, Mom. I want to meet her family first.” I told her. They weren’t too happy that I was going to Italy ‘unprotected’, but I wanted to be free for once. I wanted to live like an average person, not having to have all these men around all the time. I wanted to enjoy my time with her and her family without her family thinking I was weird or royalty by having all these armed men around me.

My mom nodded and turned around, leaving me in my room. Although we lived a different lifestyle than many, I still wanted to go to college. My father is against the idea and gave me shīt about it, but I could care less. So I was researching colleges around for Management Analyst. I’ve always loved numbers since I was a kid, and I was finally going to pursue it. I am only going to do a four-year bachelor’s though.

I picked up my cellphone and texted Amelia back.

Me: I cant wait to have you in my arms, princess.

I had hit send on the message when a FaceTime call came through. I propped my phone up on the desk and clicked on the green button. Her face filled up the screen of my phone.

“Are you in the car?” I asked her. That’s another thing that sucks—the time difference. Italy is six hours ahead of me, so when I am getting ready to eat dinner, Amelia is getting ready for bed.

“I am.” She replied with a yawn.

“Did you sleep?” I asked her. She decided on a midnight flight to be here in the morning. The flight time was about eleven hours.

She shook her head no. “I am planning on sleeping the whole flight.” She replied, making me chuckle.

“Okay, well, I will be seeing you later. I can’t wait!” I told her, blowing her a kiss, then ending the call.

I picked up my laptop and headed toward the bed to continue my research when my father barged into my bedroom.

“Get ready. We leave in twenty minutes.” He said, then turned around, leaving me there in shock. What the fūck! I stood up and then ran after him.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” I asked him as I finally reached him. He was walking into his office.

“We have a business meeting, and I want you to be a part of it.” He replied as he sat on the chair behind his big chestnut-colored desk. I shook my head and then turned around, leaving his office. I walked into my bedroom, slamming the door.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I hate him. Sometimes I wonder what I ever did to him for him to hate me so much. I shook my head and jumped in the shower for a cold one. I needed to relax my tense muscles. I know that for most, a hot shower helps, but for me is the cold ones that work best.

Once out of the shower, I walked to my closet, pulled down a black button-down shirt and my black slacks, and paired them with some black shoes. My dad taught me that in the mafia, you always dressed in black. Don’t ask me why.

Once dressed, I slipped my cellphone into my pocket and headed downstairs. My father was already waiting for me, pacing around the room.

“Here.” He said, handing me a black Smith & Wesson 9 mm. I rolled my eyes and then put it on the back of my pants.

“Let’s go.” He said as he turned around and walked out to one of the five black SUVs waiting for us. He climbed in, and I climbed in right after him. I hate this. I hated all of it.

The whole ride to one of his warehouses was silent. He never was the one to make conversations with me, and I could care even less to try. As soon as the SUV stopped, he got out and waited for me.

‘Wow.’ I thought to myself. I guess he does care.

We walked toward the warehouse, and as soon as he opened the door, the smell hit me. The smell of blood and metal engulfed my nostrils. I hated that smell, yet he loved it all. He loved torturing people. It repulsed me how he created me, yet I am nothing like him.

He walked toward the man that was holding on by a thread. Three of my father’s men were standing behind the man. All three had their sleeves rolled up to their elbows. All were sweaty from torturing the man, I assume. I shook my head as I leaned back on the wall.

“Where is my money?” My father asked the man as he pulled his head back by his hair.

“I told you I don’t know.” He said as he spat in my father’s face. My father threw his head back and laughed a menacing laugh. He turned around and then looked at me.

“Come here.” He said, and I knew now why I was here. I was here to do his dirty work. I was here to kill this man. I shook my head as I walked toward him. I knew if I didn’t walk toward him, he would drag me there, so I walked to spare myself the beating I would surely get afterward.

“Kill him.” He whispered in my ear. I looked at my father and then looked at the man.

“You are such a fūcking coward! You make your son do all your dirty work!” The man yelled at my father. I pulled the gun from the back of my waistband and shot him right between both eyes. I placed the gun back on my waistband and left the room.