Page 18 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“You listen to me, I can make that happen.” Her sinister smirk turned soft, her eyes pleading for me to agree.

I stared at her for a long time, because I couldn’t believe that she really thought I would even entertain some bullshit like that. Only Lucille Bonetti could stand in a man’s house after he aimed a gun at her and still offer him a crown like she was handing out invitations instead of revolutions.

“Go,” I told her, disgusted with her presence.

“Royal—”

“You should fucking go,” I grated out slower. “Before I change my mind and kill you anyway.”

She studied my face like she was measuring how serious I was. She sighed disappointedly then dropped a bomb. A bomb that she saved for last on purpose.

“I wonder,” she sung out thoughtfully, stepping past me toward the door. “What Luca would think if he knew La’Nova was in Vegas pregnant with his child under the Reyes Mafia protection. Balani has become her confidant; she’s thriving something beautiful too.” She chuckled dryly.

Everything inside me stopped.

“What?” I said, now looking at her slim back.

“I helped her remove the tracker off her camper. So tell Luca, don’t freeze business again trying to get to her.”

One of her men opened the door for her. She elegantly walked out with her chin pointed to the sky damn near.

“Shit!” I yelled as they closed the door behind her.

There was never lasting peace in our world. La’Nova was the one thing that Luca was still weening himself off of. He hid his pain well, but as his brother, I felt the shit.

I sat still for a minute, sitting with my thoughts. Already thinking about what was to come. With La’Nova carrying Luca’s seed, he’d stop at nothing to find her ass and force her back into his world.

After all she was the cause and cure.

CHAPTER 5

Luca

GONE IN THE WIND…

“Big guns! Big guns! I got big guns. A.R and A.K’s, nigga, pick one! Nigga, pick one!” Cain bobbed his head extra hard.

My face was set hard but, in the moment, I couldn’t help but crack a smile at how animated Cain was being. Abel restarted the song and got back into character mode. His favorite rapper was Nipsey Hussle while Abel took a liking to Boss Man Dlo since that was who Roy played in the car with them all the time.

“Man, restart that shi—stuff, Abel!” Cain exclaimed with his face frowned up.

Abel’s eyes widened at his brother’s slip-up. I chuckled lowly then took a slow sip of tea, shaking my head. Cain had several slip-ups during his performance. I planned on checking him when he was done having his fun.

“Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks, shootin’ up your block, switch cars, then we double back!” Cain yelled at the top of his lungs with the microphone gripped tightly in his hand.

He pulled up his baggy pants that I was sure Roy bought for him against my wishes and squatted down as Abel tossed his freshly retwisted locs behind his face then stepped in front of his brother to rap the next verse.

Right now, this was my chaotic peace, my escape from the pending problems that I was getting ready to address in a meeting that would take place in the next two hours. I secretly eyed my big face watch and noted how much time I had remaining. I needed these moments with the twins more than anything outside the walls of my home.

The twins came first, no matter how serious or hectic things became. They begged to do Karaoke last night before bed just to put their new toy to good use that Nanny Linda bought them for good behavior. Always wanting to be a man of my word, I moved things around my schedule in order to keep my promise.

I looked at Abel and could see the love and admiration he had for Cain shining bright in his eyes. Cain still had his fresh braids going neatly to the back touching his shoulder blades, while Abel started his loc journey two months ago on their ninth birthday.

They both were different in personality, but the one thing that I admired about the twins was the love they showed one another. It was evident each day. They thought about each other’s feelings and was never ashamed or afraid to express their love for one another.

“You a funny cat, you ain’t made a hundred racks! You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle, that’s a fuckin’ fact!” Cain just couldn’t help himself, and for that, he was crossing the line.

I grabbed the remote control and pressed pause before Cain could even go into the chorus by cursing and saying a bunch of nonsense he didn’t know nothing about.