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“I will not step down. I am not weak! The Russians are going to kill me no matter what I do. They want Gwen and the Fielding real estate empire!”
I am getting a headache.
“I understand, Capo.”
My father never calls me capo. Calling me capo is a sign of respect from my father. I feel proud.
“Do you think Paul Jr. has anything to do with this?”
“No Bobby. It is that cunt of a wife, Gia, that is pulling the strings. We need to meet with the other New York families. I will arrange it.”
My father ends the call.
I either have to take out the three Antonovich brothers or convince the Bellantoni’s to accept me as capo. Gia Bellantoni will not rest until her husband, Paul Jr., is capo of the Chicago Outfit. Fuck. I will have an easier time taking out the Antonovich brothers!
I rub the scruff on my chin. We drive through the early morning empty streets of the city. I have a lot to think about. I need to see my wife. Touch her. I want to crawl in bed and hold her warm sleeping body against mine.
I arrive at the penthouse. I find Gwen asleep on one of the couches in the living room. She is wearing a skimpy nightgown. I smile. She waited up for me. I pick her up and hold her in my arms. I carry her to our bedroom and gently put her in bed. She stirs as I pull the covers over her.
“What time is it?” She murmurs.
“After 5:00 a.m.”
I strip out of my clothes. I need a shower but am just too tired. I crawl into our bed wearing only my black briefs.
“Bobby, why is there blood on your shirt?”
Shit! I was hoping Gwen wouldn’t notice.
“Outfit business. Go back to sleep.”
She sighs in frustration. I pull her into my arms. She smells like flowers. The feel of her body is soothing. I kiss the top of her head. Her hair feels like silk against my chin. I wanted to fuck her, but I am too tired. I need sleep.
“Were you with another woman? I don’t want you to touch me anymore if you keep seeing other women.” She whispers.
“Of course not. You are the only woman I want.” I mutter.
“You are never home.”
“I know. I have been busy. We will spend time together tomorrow night I promise.”
“Why can’t we spend the whole day together?”
“I have to go talk to my father in the morning.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No. Go to sleep. I am going to sleep now.”
I start to drift off. Gwen snuggles next to me. I feel her splendid ass push up against my groin. She drives me crazy. Everything about this young woman drives me crazy. I take my arm that is draped over her and pinch one of her nipples. I hear her gasp. I smile. I fall asleep with my hand resting on one of her tits.
I get up at 9:00 a.m. and shower. Gwen is still in the bed sleeping. I call my father and tell him I will be over in an hour to meet with him in private.
I am stand in my underwear in front of my bathroom sink shaving. My face is covered with shaving cream. The bathroom steamy from my hot shower. I keep wiping the condensation off the mirror above the sink while I shave, to see my reflection. I have laid out a pair of khaki pants, a dress shirt, and loafers on a bench in the bathroom. Not my usual designer suit. I am in a hurry.
I feel like a live wire. Anxious. I do not like feeling this way.
New York hates me. Adan and Gia Bellantoni hate me.What the fuck?None of this would have happened if my father was still capo. He is old school. He is a capo’s capo - a mobster’s mobster. He commands more respect than I do. I am too progressive for New York.
