Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Chapter 62 (Camilla)

“Why can’t she stay here now? One weekend isn’t going to put her in danger.” My feet follow the tall

man as he walks around my bedroom putting his shirt over his naked back.

I know what I look like, my hair is wild, my face in a tight scowl as I remain a tail on his back. It is in my Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

DNA to be pliant, to follow the lead of a man. But this man, knows there is not a pliant bone in my body.

I have shown him all of what makes me, I have given myself to him and he has accepted me.

My Grandfather had instilled in me, my route of survival in this wicked world I was born into was my

ability to remain unseen unless spoken to. That was never me and the day I saw the man he was, he

knew.

I knew eventually my time would come to get married, I am 29 hardly young in our world of crime and

blood. In fact I am old. I should be a mother by now.

I was hoping when the time came to sacrifice my soul and body, I would at least have some choice, but

my Grandfather , the last remaining piece of my father decided for me.

And right now, 6 months after I arrived in Seattle, the Catelli’s district, turf. I still don’t understand why

my Grandfather chose this man. When I sat in his office all those months ago, I thought he would have

chosen a Capello or Vasati. Not a Catelli, especially not the boy I once loved.

My Grandfather basically pawned me off to a Catelli. The Catelli are known for their ruthless control of

what they deem as theirs. They are one of the most powerful families in America, controlling most of

the North, and part of the South.

Some of those places they took once belonged to my family, before they took it. My Grandfather was

still powerful in his own right and feared, he was after all the Capo Dei Capi once upon a time and now

the Godfather of all Godfathers and I am the sole heir to everything that is his.

Obviously because of the way of our world, that power will go to the man who married me, the man I

am currently glaring at. The boy I once loved, who is now a man I am deeply inlove with.

“Why won’t you even reply me? A simple no Camilla will suffice.”

“You look too cute when you angry. I like you cute,” He says as he gets his watch off my white night

stand next to the bed and though I want to be angry at him I lose it.

Marco Catelli is a lot of things, but he is a man I have come to love deeply in these last 6 months. More

than the boy I once loved.

“And you frustrate me when you ignore me.” I cover the two steps between us and he spins around

sensing my body heat, his dark black orbits stare at me, as my pulse races. HE IS MINE

His arms come around my body as his shadowed cheeks stretch into a smile.

This is happiness and I have it with him. Marco believes it is temporary and soon it will be destroyed.

How could something so right, and full be destroyed?

“Once everything is sorted, we can move to the manor and she’ll be with us, for now I need her safe.

Once we have your Grandfather off our backs and stuff with Lucca out of the way we will all be a family.

Have you spoken to Salvatore?”

“Not yet, I hear he is getting hired by Sartini Capello as a soldier for his daughter.” I tell him and I don’t

bare it any mind when Marco’s jaw flexes.

For some reason he spends a lot of time with Sartini Capello. It isn’t my business to know these things,

but sometimes I can’t help but be made aware. After all, Salvatore Moretti and Michel Moretti happen to

be my cousins and family comes first when we are planning our allies.

“Did he mention which daughter?”

“How many does he have?”

He ignores my question and releases me with a peck on my nose. I roll my eyes as I pick up my phone,

I discarded on the bed in our frenzy to get our clothes off. Gosh, I love him.

The thought of what we did has me smiling as I dial Michel watching my very sexy man getting

dressed.

“Hey cuz. Congratulations is in order, though I will be there for the dinner this weekend,” Michel says as

he answers on the third ring.

“Thank you.” I look at Marco as he stands now fully clothed in my bedroom with that sexy smirk on his

face looking at me still naked. His eyes are heated.

I am completely naked apart from the big rock on my wedding finger.

I love you Camilla. No one will take you away from me. Those words whispered to me early hours of

the morning, as he took my body in a way that will haunt me. His vow, so vulnerable, just for me. No

one will take him away from me either.