Omertà Anthology - A Very Merry Mafioso Christmas

by V. Domino

  “Winters, what the fuck are you doing,” I yell, standing in front of his desk.

  “What’s going on,” Winters asks, pushing his chair back. He stands up, walking around the desk.

  “The Capo has heard that you’re talking to the Santoro crime family and some fucking motorcycle club! What game are you playing? That right, there is one of the reasons why you’re not a made man. You don’t have the loyalty, the blood to take the Omerta oath,” I growl, clenching my hands.

  “You motherfuckers are full of bullshit! The Santoro Crime family are interested in my service,” Winters yells, walking over to his bar.

  “You’re playing with fire,” I yell, lowering my eyelids, focusing on his mug.

  “You’re the one that’s playing with fire! You know damn well that my daughter is off limits! I’m working on getting her married off to someone high in the Mafia! You will stay away from her,” Winters yells, looking at me.

  “Never, and you will not sell her off to the highest bidder,” I snarl, walking over to him. I stand in front of him, smiling at him with cold lethal eyes.

  Winters takes a step back, shaking his head.

  “You’re fucking crazy if you think that I’m going to allow my daughter to end up with you! You will stop seeing her,” Winters says, taking a long pull of his beer.

  “I’m warning you! Focus on your assignments and stop fucking around,” I yell; turning, I walk out.

  Motherfucker!

  “Noelle, I need you to get cleaned up because I’m having a dinner party tonight. My associate Vince Gates will be here, and I want you to meet him,” Dad says, staring at me.

  “Uh, I have a date,” I say, shaking my head.

  “I don’t give a fuck! You will attend the dinner party and be nice to him because I’m working on getting him into a contract with you,” Dad yells, walking closer to me.

  I back up, shaking my head.

  “Dad, it’s not going to happen! I have a boyfriend, and you know him,” I say, lifting my chin in the air.

  “What the fuck! What do you mean that I know him! I don’t give a damn who the motherfucker is! I told you that you’re not going to have a boyfriend! What the fuck did you do, you little bitch? Who is the motherfucker,” Dad asks, stopping in front of me, grabbing my arm?

  “Chris,” I say, pulling my arm from his hand.

  “What the fuck! That motherfucker! I forbid you to see him! Do you hear me,” Dad yells, grabbing my arm again?

  “No, you can’t stop me! I’m not a little girl, and I have a right to love whoever I want! I’m surprised that you don’t like Chris since you’ve been working with him for years,” I snarl, pulling my arm.

  I rub my arm, glowing, watching my Dad's nostrils flare, and his face turns red. Fuck, it looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. That would be good because I hate him, now more than ever.

  I place my curling iron on the bathroom countertop to cool down. I then adjust my hair with the cute clips.

  My cell phone beeps, and I run from the bathroom, looking around in my purse for it. I take it out, and I look at the text.

  Chris: Baby, I’m on an assignment. I’ll be late tonight.

  Noelle: Oh my god, Chris. I wanted you to be here for a dinner party. Dad has some man over for dinner, and I don’t like him.

  Chris: What’s his name?

  Noelle: Vince Gates

  Chris: Fuck! I’ll be there.

  Noelle: Awesome!

  I’m so fucking excited. Finally, Chris is coming over to dinner, and Dad will see that we’re together. I don’t know how Dad will take this because I know that they work together, but I don’t know if he will be okay with us. I wonder if Chris knows this Gates dude.

  I hurry up and dress since I’m running late. I grab my new silver dress pulling it on, then I do my makeup and spray on my favorite perfume.

  Oh yeah, this drives Chris crazy.

  I slide my heels on, my cell beeps. I look at my cell phone.

  Chris: I’m not going to make it for dinner.

  Noelle: Oh my god! I want to see you.

  Chris: It’s an emergency. Don’t talk to Gates. I’ll talk to you later.

  Noelle: Okay. I love you.

  Chris: I love you.

  I walk over to my window to look at the stars biting my lower lip.

  I should stay in my room because I have this awful feeling. I know that my Dad is up to something. But I know that Dad will not put up with it.

  I walk out of my room, down the stairs, and into the family room.

  I look at my Dad talking to a tall thin man with a beard, thin lips, and a long nose. He has his hair slick back and is wearing a dark brown suit with a light blue shirt. The suit looks expensive. That must be Gates. He looks older than me, but not as old as my Dad. Hell, he must be at least forty-five, if not more.

  The man looks at me, and stares at me, and slowly moves his eyes down my body, and fuck, I hate it!

  I hate when the man undresses you with his eyes.

  Fucking sick bastard.

  “Noelle, I’ll like you to meet Vince Gates,” Dad says, smiling.

  I stop next to Dad, clenching my hands, digging my nails into my palms. I’m so fucking pissed off! I know that Dad wants me to accept this man, but why?

  “Hi,” I reply nodding, looking at the man's dark brown eyes.

  “Hello Noelle, it’s a pleasure to me you,” Vince says, softly.

  “Would you like some wine,” Dad asks, walking over to the bar?

  “Yes, please,” I say, nodding. I walk over to stand at the window, looking out.

  “Noelle, Tomas has been telling me that you will be graduating in a couple of months,” Vince says, smiling.

  “Yes, I’m excited that I’m finally going to finish because I have lots of plans,” I say, nodding.

  “Right, Noelle will be working full time at the firm as my assistant,” Dad says, walking over to hand me the wine glass.

  I take the glass from my Dad; I close my eyes as I take a sip of the wine.

  Fuck!

  That cologne that this dude is wearing is so damn strong, actually nasty.

  I open my eyes, grinding my jaw. My stomach lurches, I inhale deeply to stop from retching. I feel hot and dizzy.

  Fuck!

  “Dad, I’m . . . .going,” I say, looking at my Dad before I lose consciousness.

  Motherfucker!

  I can’t fucking believe that Winters has the nerve to have that son of bitch at his house. Is he trying to get into the Santoro Crime family by handing Noelle over that bastard?

  No fucking way.

  Now I have to go to see what in the hell is going on with the Capo Diego. The Boss called, which is fucking unusual, for me to check in on the Capo.

  Fuck!

  I’m letting the fucking monster near my Baby because I need to put the fucking Mafia first. Now I see how much the Mafia rules your life, but I had no choice. I needed to help Mamma since my father was killed. Yeah, he was a soldier. I also followed his path because I want to get the bastard that killed him. I pull onto the circular driveway, turning off the car. I walk up to the front door, and it’s open.

  What the fuck!

  I look around the hallway, and I see the Capo’s guards shot.

  Fuck!

  I take out my Glock, taking slow steps down the hall, listening and looking for the bastards. I walk into the Capo’s office, and I see him shot between his eyes.

  I run over and look at him. I know that he’s dead. I wonder who killed him. What about his son and wife?

  Fuck!

  I pull out my cell phone, and I call the Boss. The Boss Cappola answers, waiting for me to talk.

  “He’s dead,” I say.

  “I’ll send the cleanup team. I need to talk to you,” the Boss says in a low voice.

  “Right,” I say, nodding.

  I run out of the house, jumping into my car, driving like a crazy mother fucker to the Boss’s house. I g
et out of my car, running up to the front door. His man opens the door before I knock. I walk down the hall to the office.

  I’ve been here a few times.

  I walk into the Boss’s office, and I stop at the door.

  “D’Angelo, have a seat,” Boss says, nodding.

  I walk over to his desk, sliding onto the black leather chair. I lean back, looking at him, waiting for him to talk.

  “D’Angelo, Diego’s guard, Filippo hired the Satanic Bastards MC to kill him. I need you to move up into Diego’s position. You’re the new Capo,” Boss Cappola says, leaning forward, pressing his hands on the desk.

  Fuck!

  I didn’t expect this nor ever felt like I wanted this, but I can’t say no to the Boss.

  Fuck!

  “Thank you for considering me worthy of this position,” I say, looking at him, grinding my molars.

  “I know that you’re ready, and you’re the man to handle the job,” Boss Cappola says, nodding leans back into his chair.

  “Thanks. Do you want me to handle this Filippo and the Motorcycle club,” I ask, placing my hands on my knees?

  “No, I’ll take care of them,” Boss Coppola says, pursing his lips.

  “I’ll call the Soldatos,” I say, clenching my hand.

  “No, I will because I want to make sure that they all know that you’re now the Capo,” Boss Cappola growls, lowering his eyelids.

  “I’ll wait for your call,” I say, nodding.

  “Excellent,” Boss Coppola says, tapping his fingers.

  “Buona Notte (good night),” I say, nodding.

  “Buona notte (good night),” says Boss Coppola.

  I push off the chair, walking out of the office and out of the house. I get into the car, turning it on. I drive out of the property with a fucking pounding headache.

  Fuck!

  Now my fucking life is fucked!

  I’ll never be free. Every fucking minute will be the Mafia.

  What about my beautiful Baby?

  Can I drag her into this dark world?

  I know that she’s part of it, but this will be even darker.

  Drive home to fucking think.

  I open my eyes, confused.

  What the fuck happened?

  I look around my room and see my Dad leaning against my dresser.

  “What the fuck happened,” I ask, pushing up from the bed.

  “You fainted,” Dad growls, furrowing his forehead.

  “Oh,” I say, scooting back to lean against my pillow.

  “You fucked up my dinner party,” Dad shouts, pushing off the dresser.

  “Yeah, well, it was not on purpose,” I snap, glaring at him.

  “What the fuck is going on here,” Dad yells, stopping at the foot of my bed waving his hands. His eyes bulge, and he looks pissed off.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t eat anything all day,” I say, shrugging.

  “Fuck! Don’t think that you’re going to escape from my plans. I’ll arrange for another dinner next week,” Dad gruffs, turning walks out of my room.

  Oh, my God!

  He’s a motherfucker!

  I don’t know how I got so damn lucky to have him as my Dad.

  I hate him so much.

  I look for my cell phone to text Chris.

  Noelle: Chris, I need you. I fainted.

  Chris: Baby, are you okay?

  Noelle: Please get me out of this house. My Dad is pissed off.

  Noelle: Yes, but I need you.

  Chris: I’m on my way.

  A few minutes later, I hear the guards yelling, and then my Dad. I swing my legs over my bed, and I push up. I grab my overnight bag, throwing in a few more items.

  Thank god that I always have my overnight bag ready.

  I hear a gunshot, and I run out of my room.

  “Chris,” I yell, looking down the stairs.

  “Baby, I’m good,” Chris yells, looking at me.

  “Chris, get the hell out of my house,” yells my Dad.

  “Winters, you need to stop your goons,” Chris yells at my Dad.

  “Motherfucker, I told you to leave my daughter alone,’ Dad shouts, with wild eyes.

  “I suggest that you get you goons to back up, and you need to accept the fact that I’m taking Noelle with me,” Chris growls, pulling out his Glock. He points it at my Dad, raising his eyebrows.

  “You’re a son of bitch not worthy of my daughter,” Dad spits, glowering.

  “Yeah, fucker! You and I both, but I’m not letting her go. FYI, I’m now the Capo, so I suggest that you watch your words if you want to live,” Chris growls, clenching his jaw.

  I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand wide-eyed.

  I knew that he worked with my Dad, but now he’s the Capo.

  Fuck!

  He doesn’t think that he’s worthy of me, but I do. I believe in the good that I see in his eyes, in the light in his soul. This bond is strong, and I wouldn’t give up until he sees what I see.

  “What the fuck,” my Dad yells, waving his guards to back off.

  “We will talk later,” Chris says, walking up the stairs.

  “I need to know that Noelle wants you,” Dad yells, looking at me.

  “What the fuck! I didn’t think that you cared. You wanted to push me off to the best bidder,’ I yell, glaring at my Dad, resting my hands on my hips.

  “Baby, do you want to come with me? What do you want,” Chris asks, holding onto the stair rail.

  I turn to look at Chris; I walk down the stairs, smiling. I blink the tears away, nodding.

  “Capo Baby, all of your heart will do. That’s all I want from you,” I say, stopping in front of him.

  Chris wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

  “Fuck, Baby, I was so scared. I thought that something happened to you,” Chris says, looking all over my face.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling. I shake my head, leaning in to kiss him.

  Chris kisses me with wild, desperate hunger pulling me in closer to him.

  I pull back, smiling up at him; I cup his face.

  “Baby, I love you, and I have a Christmas present,” I whisper, gazing into his heated blue eyes.

  I love gazing into his eyes, feeling his love and soul.

  “What? I only want you for Christmas,” Chris groans into my ear.

  “Oh, Capo Baby, we’re having a baby,” I whisper into his ear. I don’t want my Dad to hear until I know that Chris is okay.

  Chris pushes away from me, crossing his arms, tilting his head to the side.

  “What the fuck! Are you sure,” Chris asks, furrowing his forehead.

  “Yes,” I say in a low voice, feeling heat spread throughout my face.

  “Fuck! I’m so happy, Baby,” Chris says, pulling me into his arms kissing me deeply.

  I wrap my arms around his waist under his black leather jacket.

  Chris pulls back to gaze into my eyes, touching my soul. He smiles, pushing my hair from my face.

  “Baby, I love you so much. You light up my world, my soul is yours, and my heart beats for you.

  “Capo Baby, I’m all yours. I love you to the moon and back,” I say, teary eye.

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