Page 52 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

I wouldn’t lie to myself about Amaris and deny the attraction and magnetic pull I felt when I simply just looked at her fine ass. I paid for pussy a lot… I paid out so much over the years for pussy that I could probably use that shit as a tax write off. I didn’t mind throwing cash for it. I felt no connection except lust when it came time to fucking different broads.

But… shit changed up with Serenity. I thanked God I was able to get over the trance and façade of caring she displayed for me that made me feel connected to her. Still, I maintained feelings for Serenity. If she ever needed a nigga, I’d be there for her. As time went on, I realized that she truly needed help. Serenity was just too far gone in believing that the life she was living was all that she deserved.

With Amaris… I felt some shit with her without even tricking on her yet. I hadn’t even got the treasure and felt some type of way. She gave me the feeling of something without even saying much. Her presence felt more like a fulfillment that made me feel satisfied. I liked that she didn’t try hard to impress me. She was just real and authentically herself unapologetically.

She read my ass like a book, something nobody cared enough to do. A total stranger turned roommate. Shit had me conflicted and confused as hell.

“I can already feel it.” I shook my head. “That attachment shit.”

Amaris wasn’t soft like Serenity; she was spoiled in a sophisticated way. If I had to compare the two… Serenity made me protective since her slow ass really ain’t know no better. Amaris made me alert. Like she’d either become peace or complete destruction depending on what side of her I ended up on.

I still didn’t know much about Amaris. Yet somehow, I felt comfortable around her, if that made sense.

“And what is her reasoning for staying?” He asked, finally.

“She claimed that she haven’t felt this stress-free in years… said she didn’t realize how much she needed a break from worrying about Maniac, on top of keeping his lounges afloat.” I repeated her excuse for staying, word for word.

“And what did you say to that?”

“Damn, you sure are talkative as fuck today.” I jerked my head back, frowning.

“I started back going to see my otolaryngologist… pain management and exercises been helping but I have to exercise my voice box more,” he admitted.

“That’s good…” I smirked. “Any inspiration on why?”

“Novae… The twins… and…” He paused.

I already knew the name he was getting ready to say.

“La’Nova.”

“Ohhhh, so y’all back together.” I chuckled.

“No… We just on better common grounds. We talked, but there’s still a lot to sort through… I have a lot of kids to raise, Roy. I’m happy with that, but I got to start fixing a lot of shit with myself.”

Hearing him actually acknowledge all of what he said out loud felt damn near unreal. I always admired the kind of man Luca was. He just always kept his emotions bottled in.

“I don’t want to damage them like Lucille…” His words trailed off, but I heard his raw emotions.

It hit me square in the chest. I finally understood how heavy the crown on his head really was. He wasn’t just leading the Bonetti Mafia anymore. He was leading his immediate family and this was him admitting to not taking it lightly.

“Some days, I don’t know how,” he confessed in a low whisper.

“All the shit Dontrell taught us be coming to me in waves… when I really need it the most but not every day.”

“You already fixing it, just by knowing it. It don’t happen overnight,” I reminded him.

“It doesn’t,” he agreed. “So when something don’t happen overnight, we stay patient… We don’t run from the unknown. We don’t panic because we can’t control the outcome. And we damn sure don’t let fear make decisions for us.”

Luca was a smooth-talking ass nigga when he needed to be. He somehow managed to flip the conversation back to me.

“I get it,” I said, tucking my bottom lip in.

“Good, go inside… If you really want her gone, say it and mean it. She probably can sense that you really not serious…just like I can sense you trying hide your feelings because of the fear from a repeat with what you had with Serenity.”

I had nothing to say back to that because he was right. It made me feel good that I never had to flat out tell Luca everything going on with me for him to already know. I wasn’t the type of person who liked repeating things. Hearing shit out loud felt like another raw dosage of reality that I didn’t want to sometimes accept.

“Go visit your mom, Royal,” Luca’s voice broke through my thoughts.