Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Chapter 65 (Marco)

“If you touch her, I will not be happy,” I warn him not for the first time. Both of us knowing who we are

talking about.

“Sometimes you make it hard to love you brother.”

I tighten my jaw still staring at the picture of Amariya, her face under the black hoody as she walks in a NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

dark alley.

Where the fuck are you, cousin?

“Not impossible. I am happy with Camilla. You know that, her and I have history. Aliyana needs to move

on without you playing knight. It was never going to work with her. She is a Mezzosangue.” My voice

remains just as calm and soft but my words are not. My brother is close to Aliyana. Too close and

people were asking questions. My father one of them. Those questions weren’t of the nice kind that

would easily be put to rest. Sartini wasn’t a man who let things slide easily away. He took the smallest

thing fucking seriously. For good reason. In our world you had to be cruel to remain alive.

Her father called me a few days ago, requesting I remind Deno of the lines he crossed ‘disappearing'

with Aliyana. What I wanted to know was why Deno found Aliyana a point of interest since Ren passed

on. One can never know with my brother.

He gets up into my face and glares at me as he slams the picture in his hand behind me on the

counter. My face remains impassive while my brother’s scowl says how not impressed he actually is.

He looks like the fucking Capo he was born to be with his death glare aimed at me. He is pissed. Not

something new, rather something I was expecting when I sent him a message informing him of my

engagement. If he just smiled and gave me a pat on the back, then he would not be my brother.

“Keep telling yourself that. You know what pisses me off about this entire fuckin’ thing? Is the fact that

you stand here spilling out fuckin’ bullshit. You go to Camilla and fuck her, whispering those fuckin’

sweet nothings in her ear, professing your love and devotion, but yet the first thing you do when you

leave her house is call your little minion. You spend more time at Aliyana’s house waiting to see her

even if it is a fuckin’ glare she’s aiming your way from her window, for those seconds you pass her.

Then you warn off every fucker that wants her? Yeah brother, I know what you told Piero when he

mentioned her at the gala. The only person you are fooling is your fuckin’ self. If you want her then

fucking take her, but don’t keep her in your back pocket, hurting, when you and I both know she

deserves much better.”

I take a deep breath as I glide my fingers through my hair. I need a fucking haircut and a stiff drink. One

thing my brother knows how to do is give me a fucking headache.

“I am a fuckin’ Catelli, we don’t go back on our word. What the fuck do you expect me to do? Start a

war over pussy?”

He puts his finger on my suit jacket,

“You’re also a DeMarco, we take what we want, and Aliyana Capello is what you want, a

Mezzosangue. Take her, or let her go, but let me tell you something Marco, I have spent time with

Aliyana and I have spent time with Camilla and if I have to choose, I would start a fucking war any day.”

I have never seen my brother so worked up about something unless it was worth something. I know

what he is telling me, but it won’t change my mind.

“Camilla is going to be my wife, it is what it is. I know your feelings toward Camilla isn't misguided. Six

months ago your were telling me I shouldn't marry her and I should marry Camilla, now you have

completely gone 360. I love Camilla, she makes me happy, and Mischa loves her which is the most

important thing. Try to be happy for me.” I keep my voice low, explaining things to my brother.

You keep the nightmares away Marco. Camilla's words play in my head and that feeling around my

heart tightens.

“Sir.” Comes my soldier Sandro, his black suit and white shirt fit him like he is a model, not the killer he

was trained to be or the right-hand soldier to the most dangerous man in the State.

“What?” I ask him as he turns and walks down the hall with Deno and I following behind, side by side.

“Proud of you.” Only Deno hears me as we turn into the room. The four men all standing looking at the

wall.

I move them away slightly by my presence and my gut clenches. On the wall is pictures stuck to a

fucking pin board, pictures of the girl I have spent the last five years protecting. Mischa

And in one of those pictures is something else entirely.

My body is still, and everybody in the room remains silent. The six of us here in this room, all have a

story to tell behind our relationship with Mischa.

My men here, now, have watched her grow up, helped fucking make bottles, carried her on their

shoulders. They weren’t just on my payroll, they were family and Mischa, my fucking blood.

“Clear everything you can find.” I spin on my heel and get the fuck out of there. I have seen war, been

in it, tasted the smell of death, seen kids die for nothing but existing in the wrong place at the wrong

time.

Nothing compares to what I am feeling now, knowing Lucca and what he is about, knowing that he is

looking for Mischa.

“He has fucking pictures of her in the mall. I was with her.” Deno says nothing and there is nothing else

to say.

The soldiers take an hour to pick up all the shit and load it up. An hour I stand outside under the

Autumn breeze and contemplate how the fuck I am going to keep Mischa safe, keep Camilla happy

and protected from her Grandfather , catch Lorenzo’s killers and protect my brother who is going to be

the head of the Famiglia sooner than he knew.

I had one play and Aliyana Capello’s happiness was not part of that plan.

I slip my phone out of my pocket and dial a number I am not keen on dialling.

“This better be important.” The clipped response is something I expect.

“We have a problem to discuss.” The silence on the other end is also expected.

“Roof top, Azure 8.17.” The call ends as I stare at my brother who is giving me his worried look.

I was not bound by the laws of my brother, my contact list did not consist of the Famiglia and their

allies. Mine was much longer and darker. I had a lot of blood on that list, a lot of people willing to bend

to my will. But just as many enemies who were willing to die so I can fall.

My father told me that power is the greatest weapon one can hold in our world, but with power comes a

lot of darkness, corruption and gruesome horrors we need to overcome, because like everything in life,

getting so much power doesn’t mean you get to keep it for nothing. It comes with a high price.

Sacrifice.

Amariya DeMarco daughter of Stephano DeMarco our Capo Dei Capi paid the price of her father when

her mother chose the life of a beggar on the streets over him. Mischa paid the price further when

Amariya fell in love with Lucca Sanati, got pregnant with his child. She paid it further when her mother

left her, gave her to us to raise and protect and if I don’t do something now, Mischa will continue to

suffer a faith no child should ever have to, her psychotic father.

No child needs to learn that their father is a monster, a boogeyman, even if she has the protection of

the DEVIL himself.