Capelli Palace

Chapter 1

The door jostled and opened, nearly waking up the extremely tired man on the chair beside the bed. Alexander assumed this was the man who saved his brother, slumped in the shape of a U, the chair forced an uncomfortable spinal curve. He looks at the bed, it's been nearly half a day since he called, but he had to go through customs to get here since he was across the globe. Yet, his brother is awake and looking at him.

Anthony is pained to speak, "It wasn't too major, I'm perfectly fine. It went straight through and didn't hit anything important."

"You're a very lucky man." Alex breathed a sigh of relief, his suit nearly suffocating him from worry. In truth, Anthony was not his brother, but his most trusted friend and confidant. He'd watched him build his company from the ground up, buying and selling others to keep it afloat. Knocking out competitors left and right with new technology and creating beauty in the process.

"I woke up two hours ago, I've been watching him sleep, even as the nurses entered the room." Typing quickly on the tablet his secretary provided him, Anthony sent out what he desired to be released to the press.

"He must've been tired..." a blanket covered Lorenzo, his black curls framing his almond face.

"He's African-American but his brother is Italian, his brother is a businessman. Antonio Capelli, I think we may have even used his services before." Alex was shocked, the name all too familiar.

Antonio Capelli was notorious for dealing with celebrities, an information sector hidden behind a wine business. The wine wasn't crap either, earning millions in revenue alongside the information he sold. But, his brother wasn't well known. Tony knew how to keep information to himself just like how he knew how to spread it.

"He's little Capelli? What is his name?" Anthony looked at the light-skinned Italian man, not understanding the correlation. A few facial features were familiar but not enough to believe they were blood brothers. The scar from the "incident" in the Capelli family made sense though. It was light and faded, crossing the young man's neck like someone attempted to decapitate him. That was the only thing anyone knew about "little Capelli", he held the scar of a dead man.

"They wouldn't tell, it was hard enough to gather just this basic in-"

"Lorenzo, my name is Lorenzo." Rubbing at his face Lorenzo yawned, standing to stretch out his limbs.

"I presume you're the one who answered the phone?" Alexander questions.

"Yes, I have to get going now that you're here and he's awake. Bye now." Lorenzo clapped his hands to his face, attempting to wake up some more, "Oh here's your phone." He plopped it on the dresser next to the bed, walking out before either brother could bother him.
Yawning again Lorenzo exited the door in a hurry, he had to make it back to the diner before the sun rose to its full potential.

His drained body hadn't realized a guard was following him, tailing the cab he got into and reporting back to the billionaire. Attempting to revive himself before reaching the diner he flexed his jaw. The buzzing of the awakened city trekked behind the tires on the asphalt streets. Honking cars and loud exclamations harbor a special sound to lull Lorenzo back to sleep.

Waking up, his head was resting comfortably on his mother's shoulder, her face hardened, "My boy, wake up, we're visiting your father today." Her tone lifted his body, in fear of embarrassing her amongst her family.

Antonio was across from them, tapping away at his phone, years older than the tired child. Their trip was for him, Antonio would be tasked with forming alliances and maintaining his position as heir, as Ossa. His priorities would change and he'd have to protect his little brother using the other snakes around him.