Page 17 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

Lucille laughed a laugh that came from the depths of her soul like my phone ringtone just told the funniest joke.

“Go ahead, answer it,” she said.

I didn’t lower the gun, my eyes burned from not blinking. My aim stayed trained on the center of her forehead. I used my free hand to dig my phone out my pocket. Of course it was Luca. I answered without taking my eyes off her.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t do it.” His whisper cut through the line and into my ear.

My chest tightened.

“You ain’t here,” I stated evenly.

“I don’t need to be, Roy… The only reason she’s still alive is because I knew you needed closure.”

“Fuck closure, I’ll⁠—”

“I’m the one—” He cut me off sharply. “I’ll be the one to kill my mother, now put me on speaker.”

I lowered the gun regretfully then placed the phone on my leg, pressing the speaker button. Lucille’s smile widened, her eyes left mine and focused on my phone.

“Good morning, Son-shine.” Lucille made her voice sound cheery.

“Ma,” Luca whispered.

Lucille leaned forward, crossing one leg over the other like this was exactly how she expected her morning to go.

“Luca,” she answered sweetly.

“My men are surrounding Roy’s house right now,” he said calmly. “Every entrance and exit.”

Her smile didn’t move.

“They’ve been outnumbering you for months now… and they will continue to wait on my word.”

That’s when something small shifted behind her eyes. Not fear, but recognition.

“I see,” she said softly. “I’ve been aware the moment I knew you figured out what I did to your grandfather.”

“If you don’t play nice until I get to you,” Luca let his whispered words linger. “You will be handled.”

Silence stretched across the room again. My trigger finger itched. Luca was always unpredictable. I knew the nigga said that she would be dealt with months ago but didn’t know that he had her followed twenty-four seven.

Lucille tilted her head slightly then smiled again like she always did when she decided a new strategy mid-conversation.

“Dinner,” she said smoothly. “Friday. Seven o clock, my estate.”

“Alright.” Luca didn’t hesitate to agree.

My stomach churned right after my phone screen went black. Proof of Luca hanging up. I watched Lucille stand gracefully like she hadn’t negotiated a stand down between her and Luca. She stepped closer to me, and that strong urge that I battled with when my finger caressed the trigger came back in full effect.

The smell of her floral perfume was stronger now.

“You still got time,” she spoke lowly, as her men stood behind her.

“For what?” I frowned.

“To become Don.” She smirked.