"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"DID YOU SEND the wedding planner to her?"
"Yes Capo, I even made sure they made her choose the wedding preparations and change anything she wants." Luke confirms then grabs the Ipad on the desk.
It's been 3 days since I've been near her or touched her. After touching her that day, I couldn't trust myself to not do anything more to her body.
The thought that another fucker had actually touched her before me boiled my fucking insides— that's why I touched her.
But I don't only wanna touch her. I wanna claim her, mark her as fucking mine because she is.
And the fact that she was engaged to some other motherfucker made me wanna claim her ring finger and name as mine. Actually, not just her ring finger, but every part of her body.
Sucks to be him because she will be getting my name and that means I've claimed her as mine, forever. Even if it means I'll destroy her in the process.
"Why don't we just kill her?" Luke asks with a raised brow.
I snatch the Ipad from his hand, "If she didn't have any use to me don't you think I would've killed her already?"
Luke is a dumb motherfucker and only thinks through violence, but it's his violence which makes him a strong and valuable person in the Cosa Nostra.
I watch the camera's through the Ipad and watch as Navea and the wedding planner walk towards the ballroom.
Even tho she's just wearing a pair of sweatpants and oversized shirt, her movement and aura are soft and elegant.
"Capo, the members of the Cosa Nostra are demanding an explanation on why you chose to marry the daughter of Victor Moreau, you know his history with us and why he's considered an enemy to the Cosa Nostra."
I knew the board would go crazy when Victor Moreau dropped the bombing news, and right after that I introduced her as my fiancé so they probably went ballistic. The news hasn't come out to the public, but it spread like wildfire in our inner circle.
"As their Capo, I don't owe them an explanation." I continue watching Navea through the Ipad. They walk around the ballroom, and Navea seems focused as she specifically tells the wedding planner what she prefers.
"Capo, you do know that marrying an enemy is an act of betrayal, even for you. And any act of betrayal is punishable by death."
As much as I don't want to bother explaining my plans of destruction to the board, Luke is right. If they don't kill me, they'll kill Navea and I don't want anyone to touch her or kill her if it isn't me.
Different organizations are on the fucking hunt for her. The bratva, the spanish, even my own fucking members. They'll either have her marry their own family members or kill her.
"Schedule a meeting a day before the wedding," I lean back and scratch my jaw, "And kill the household staff that don't live here, I don't want them spreading Victors offspring's whereabouts."
"Sì." He leaves my office and gets into work immediately.
Killing them would be a little extra, but I couldn't risk it. Not even when it comes to her considering she's the spotlight of my plan.
Her motion detector moves more and the camera's catch what she does but I decide to place the tablet down and call Enzo.
He's my number one assassin. He doesn't run on violence like Luke does but when he does, he doesn't fucking stop.
I assigned Enzo to look into the matter of the possible people who would be a danger in Navea's life. Aside from me, obviously.
Getting to the point, he's been killing people one by one and I've been keeping track of him in case he goes on a killing rampage. I can tell when something is bothering the fuck out of him and when something is, he kills and kills and kills till he gets his fill.
I don't want anyone on his tail spreading news that one of my men have gone out of control, that would cause chaos in the Cosa Nostra and the members would want him out.
Now, I don't like showing weakness, so once they do appeal to have him cut off I'll have the power to stop it, but if I do, it'll be a sign of weakness that I give a flying fuck.
Which is why I have someone watching him making sure he doesn't accidentally kill the wrong person and fuck up our entire plan.
"Although I like it when you become an absolute monster and show your true animalistic behavior, I need you to go on a little time out." I say as soon as he picks up the phone.
"What the fu— I mean— Capo."
"Care to tell me what problem you have stuck up your ass? or will you continue going on a killing spree till I eventually kill you instead?"
"Im not going on a killing spree. I'm simply eliminating the people who could be a possible danger to your fiancé's life. Aside from you, of course."
"Kill. But don't kill fucking sloppily, you don't even bother having anyone dispose the bodies, you even killed a politician— who you didn't even bother to cover up— its a good thing I had someone keep track of you otherwise you'd be a prime suspect, and I'm way too busy to keep your ass out of jail." I have the power to not put him in jail, even the government knows not to get involved with our business. But I might just send him there to give him a fucking time out.
Enzo groans and I hear a bunch of wrappers and cans as the speaker detects the sounds of his movements.
"Just tell me what the fuck your problem is so I can kill it."
"I'm capable of killing my own problems, Capo." he deadpans.
"Then stop being a pussy and kill it already before you kill the entire state leaving us with no more people to kill."
"We can always kill in another state."
"Get. It. Done." I then end the call. If he doesn't fix himself, I'll take him to jail and leave him there till I need him again.
Getting back to my current entertainment, I take the Ipad and watch Navea. She's now eating, more like devouring the buffet of food placed on the back kitchen as she chooses which she likes best.
Specifically, the food she's devouring is an Italian dish. I'll keep that in mind.
Victor Moreau contacted me a few times, telling me his daughter had gone missing and the wedding may delay. I haven't gotten in touch with him for a reason and that's because his daughter isn't missing. She's right in my arms.
He doesn't need to know that now. He'll find out as soon as the wedding happens. Which he is invite to.
What he won't find out is I'll be using his daughter as a tool of retaliation, she will get hurt in the process and she can blame God for sending her in my direction.
