Ever since that night with Capri, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I know we didn't get further than kissing, but I knew we would have if we hadn't been interrupted. She intrigues me, and it's been a while since I was interested in anyone the way she made me feel.
On any given day, I'm like this happy-go-lucky guy. Why shouldn't I be? I love my life. I love being in the mafia. Hell, I'm about to be the don. Life couldn't be any sweeter than that.
But ever since Capri starts to occupy my mind, I'm a brooding mess. It's not that I resent her, it's more because I can't figure out a way for me to have her. And it's affecting everything else that I've got going on in my life.
Capri isn't just any girl. She's not someone I can fuck and dump when I start to get bored with them. The repercussions of a night with her could be damaging to the whole family. Father was right, she's different. To quote him, she's not just another one of my bimbos.
At times, I would even check her tracker and stare at the blinking light. It never moved, always flickering over the same spot, the safe house. It gives me a sense of comfort that I know where she is if I ever muster enough courage to go up to her.
The more I try to stay away from her, the more I crave for her presence. More than once, I would catch myself thinking about her. And this itch to go visit her can sometimes be unbearable.
It's been over a week since we last saw each other. I went to see her with full intention to bring her back since I was at a loss on how to proceed with the Serbs. All of us had scattered to various safe houses and me and a small group of my most trusted men was left to hold the fort.
I was supposed to give the signal for when it is safe to come back but I wasn't making any headway on that matter. I was hoping Capri would be able to help. But after the way I acted that night, I don't think I could face her. At least, not for a little while.
Luca had informed me earlier that they had arrived back safely. Which means, she'll probably be in her attic right about now. I have a feeling I won't be able to resist going up to see her once we're both under the same roof.
I buried myself with work in my attempt to get her out of my head. This is probably why mulling over lack of ice seems so important right now.
I busied myself, looking for ice at midnight. Making calls that I could've delegated to someone else. It is opening night at my new club, and someone had messed up and didn't order enough ice. We are at full capacity and running low on stupid frozen water.
I sit in my office, knee deep in receipts and invoices while dull music wafts through from outside. And for a few brief minutes, my head was clear of Capri.
My office door swings open and slams hard against the back wall causing the room to tremble slightly. I turned, annoyed by the intrusion, and am faced with Tony, my cousin.
"Don't you know how to knock?" I snap at him, slightly irritated that he can't even learn to do something so basic.
Tony ignored my comment and planted himself on the sofa "The club looks good, Enzo. It's packed."
Tony has always been a bit too laid back around me. Maybe it's because we're family so he doesn't feel the need to give the same respect as my other men. Plus, I've watched over him since he was ten. Ever since the accident that killed both of his parents. I know I treat him more like a little brother than a cousin, but he needed to be protected after that fateful day.
"Did the VIPs get here yet?" I ask him.
"Yup, I've sent them some complimentary drinks." He didn't seem affected by my tone so I just nodded in approval.
"Oh, and your sisters are here too, by the way," he said like he couldn't care less.
I sigh. It's been a tiring day just to prepare for this night.
"I should go say hi and make sure they didn't get into too much trouble" I slowly got up and head out towards the loud music.
I went to the VIP table and found Angelica, one of my sisters, hot and heavy with some guy that I didn't recognize. I decided not to be a bitch, I'm too tired for that, and went looking for Maria. My eyes scanned the dance floor and then I saw her. The one person who's been invading my mind and giving me absurd ideas that I shouldn't have.
She was dancing- No. More like humping some guy, a stranger in the middle of my own fucking club. His hands are alarmingly low, and I just know where he's aiming to place them. Her hands were all over this guy. And before I realize what I'm about to do, I am next to her. I grab her shoulder and turn her to face me.