Page 41 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“This your second time since I met you saying that; what you mean?” I frowned, really wanting to know.

“I don’t know, you just look like that type of man… your tattoos don’t make it no better. You needed to feel something at the time of getting them… then your eyes…” Her words trailed off.

I glanced over at her and again, finding myself captivated by her raw beauty. Amaris was unapologetically authentic as fuck. Her tiny long locs didn’t look freshly twisted and still the bun on top of the crown of her head made the structure of her diamond shaped face and pouty poked out lips stand out.

“Why’d you stop explaining?” I asked, breaking her out of deep thought.

“Cause the thought expired.” She smirked. “I need clothes. I’m not trying to entertain you with my naked body.” She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t need you naked to be entertained,” I replied cooly.

“Then make sure you get me some clothes, Royal,” she deadpanned.

Who the fuck she talking to?

“There ain’t no luxuries in being kidnapped… You lucky you got a room.”

She didn’t respond to that, just turned back toward the window. We were deep on the freeway when I felt her eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. I kept my face still, refusing to lock eyes with her. The tit for tat shit was entertaining while it lasted. I had more pressing matters to get my mind prepared for.

“If you want to fuck that bad, you should just say it…” her melodic voice sweetened the silence between us.

The corner of my mouth pulled up before I could stop it.

“I usually pay for the pussy… that way there’s no attachment issues moving forward. I’m willing to pay good money for yours, Breasturant… I just want you to sweat, shake, and beg for this tongue first…” I licked my lips slowly.

“If the pussy quench my taste buds good enough, I might consider blessing you with the dick.”

CHAPTER 11

Luca

10.07.26- LAST SUPER.

Novae Bonetti. My daughter’s name settled deep in my chest every time I whispered it out loud or thought it. Never in a million years did I believe healing could weigh six pounds and two ounces, fitting perfectly in the bend of my arm. I smelled my baby all over me and didn’t want to leave her just to tend to another part of me that had to be ended immediately.

It felt like a gift and curse laying eyes on La’Nova. I couldn’t pinpoint my feelings in the midst of her giving birth to our daughter. All I felt were severe emotions watching her push with all her might to deliver Novae. Soon as I heard my baby cry, my anger disappeared. I thanked God I was able to witness my daughter being born but felt robbed of the chance to witness her grow in her mother’s womb.

I had no words for La’Nova. Words would be too dangerous to speak. My words would turn into actions that I’d regret. I wanted to do more than just blow up her camper and set her house on fire. Forgiveness was something I didn’t dish out willingly. For Novae, I had to search somewhere deep inside of me to forgive La’Nova for multiple things.

Things that hurt me permanently. I fell in love with a woman that killed my father. I asked myself over and over how could I still feel anything for her. When I got tired of asking myself this question, I turned to God. Turning to God over and over with the same question only made my yearning for her during her absence worse.

I thought cutting her off and getting over her would be easy. Instead, she left willingly while carrying my baby. La’Nova hurting me was optional, and I felt like I couldn’t excuse her recent act that was intended to hurt me. What she did was selfish. When she had different options to choose from, even if it didn’t include us being together… We could have planned the birth of Novae together.

My love for her was so raw, that it did something violent to my soul. She was the first person to make me forget what pain felt like, until she reintroduced it to me recently. Through the midst of every wrong La’Nova did, I still named our daughter with her in mind.

Novae’s name was a reminder to me, that even after destruction, beautiful things could still be born from ashes. Looking at La’Nova breastfeeding Novae was like looking at pain and love tangled together. When I held my daughter and it was just her and I… I felt no confusion, no toxicity, no war. I felt clarity in every next move that I needed to make moving forward.

Starting with Lucille. My mother. A woman that I loved since birth, and my first heartbreak that I mourned since a kid. I was robbed of a normal voice. Robbed of her love. She was the mastermind behind a lot of destruction and disloyalty that kept pulsing through the Bonetti name.

I started to mourn her the moment Roy told me that my grandfather was murdered. Lucille went too far, and it opened my eyes more to how far she’d be willing to go to have power over all. Roy didn’t have to tell me that Lucille thought she was doing me a favor by killing my grandfather because of La’Nova.

Di Lucas would have crossed lines and suffered the consequences but Lucille really killed him for the playbook that was already void when I stepped into position as Don. There were a couple of powerful contacts inside the book that La’Nova reached out to with hopes of going against me. Since I refused to play her tune and let her pull the strings in the background of my position, she started to plot how to get rid of me.

For power, she was willing to plan my funeral like I had started to plan hers since killing Di Lucas. I hadn’t been back to my father’s estate since coming home from prison. The second my car rolled through the black iron gates, something old and bitter slid down my throat.

Nothing but good and bad memories haunted me. The estate sat high against the California hills with lights glowing behind the towering windows. Water from the front fountains spilled endlessly into the marble basins when they should have been cut off at night. The water bill was obnoxiously high since Lucille liked to display her generations of wealth from my father’s blood, sweat, and tears immaturely by running water twenty-four seven.

I remember when this place felt magical, safe, and untouchable. Now it looked like a mausoleum dressed in money.