Destined

Chapter 23

Capricia's P.O.V

I sat on the white patio table opposite Dmitri eating lunch. He had worry all over his face and the need to know what was going on. If I could comprehend what was going on, only then could I explain it to him. I put my fork down once I was done.

"So Dmitri mind explaining you being in the Russian Mafia, more than that the freaking leader" I said banging my hands on the table. I looked around to the see the men behind the wall length mirror with their guns pointed at me. Dmitri gave them one look and they put their guns down and looked the other way.

"Capricia first what I would like to know is what you're doing with Italian mob men and why are you in Italy and does your dad know?"

"You first, D"

"Fine. So after graduation, I had to come back home. I never knew that my family was a Russian Mob Family. I came back here and a few months after that my father was killed by the Italians, he was the Russian leader. For him it wasn't a family inheritance thing. Apparently he made the way to the top. My mother was beyond devastated. The people wanted a new leader. It was either me or my mother. I didn't know my mother had the evil in her to run the mob but she did. She took the position and trained me. I wanted to run, I wanted to come back home, to you. You were everything to me. My best friend. I tried to call you and my mother had my phone connection cut off. I tried to email you, she had all my social media disconnected and then she knew. She gave the biggest threat. She said if I didn't do what she said, she would have you killed. From that day I did everything for her. I couldn't keep tabs on you, if she knew I still missed you. She would have murdered you. Then one day she came home with a bullet wound. She was so close to dying. She told me that I had to be the new leader and she was retiring. She said that the men, their families and our business is all my responsibility. I've trying so hard to turn the Mafia around. God. Any new business or establishment I try to do it clean but my mother. She's controlling Capricia" he was in pain but he couldn't show it. He was the leader of men. Doesn't matter if he was leading good men or bad. I knew how good he was. I could only see my bestfriend Dmitri Bratva.

I got up from my seat, pushed the table behind and sat on my knees in from of him.

"Dimka, look at me. Is this your house?"

"Yes"

"I know why you're putting on that brave face of yours. Come on. Lead me to you bedroom"

He does what I say, he stands up and holds on my wrist tight. He drags me with him. We turn around a corner and head upstairs. He then pulls in his bedroom and locks the door. He sits on the sofa and I go to sit besides him.

Without warning he hugs me and all the air in my body rushes out. His bone crushing hug has me coughing and he lets go.

"I'm sorry"

"It's okayy Dimka. How about we let Paulo go back to the estate and I can spend some time with you?"

"I would like that Capricia" he says and pulls out a phone. "Alexa. Take the man back to where Markos got him from, don't hurt him." I wave asking him to hand me the phone.

"Alexa give the phone to Paulo"

"Hey Paulo. Go home, don't tell Dino anything about me or the Russian Mob Boss. Tell him Dinner at 8 with wine. He would know which one" with that I cut the phone and look at Dmitri who is now lying down with his head on my lap and his long legs hanging off the other side of the couch.

"So you're on first name basis with the Italian Boss?" He asks.

"Dino is well he's Dino. He never scared me. He's been nice to me because I'm helping him and I'm helping him because he threatened my friends. These friends are those who I made in college while I was studying Business at Stanford and working at Starbucks, have I caught you up enough?"