Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 2

His crimes, faults, and every lousy habit hidden behind that need entrap her.

Marco Catelli, I am sure, is a man with a lot of faults, and my sister is one of the many women who’ve fallen for his charms without understanding how deep his crimes go.

Is that our curse? Eve was made from Adam's rib. She ate the forbidden fruit, luring him to do just as she’d done. He forgot it was forbidden. The first trickster.

“Marco and Deno take residence this side,” Ren explains as I catch a glimpse of Leonardo jumping in his silver two-door SLK through the window. Do my faults way up to his? Do my secrets match his? His glasses are slipped on his face as he reverses out of the parking lot, giving me a perfect view of his sculpted sinful face.

I am doomed, not only by the faults of my family but by the extent of my love for one boy.

“Capo Marcello lives in New York,” Guilia points out as I turn my head back to Ren, who is watching me with keen grey eyes. I give him a slight shake of my head. I don't want to talk about it. I already know.

His expression changes when he turns his head to my sister, “My father wants to see how the other cities are doing since my brothers took this side up with Vince. Seattle is thriving, and if all goes well, my brothers will control more places and make the family stronger. We already own Washington State as a unit. Why not use it?”

Guilia's eyes sparkle with the glistening thrill of knowing something so secretive.

Ren’s honesty has always baffled me. In our world, we are raised to hold our secrets until the grave. At first meeting Ren, you can read him like an open book. If you are looking for an answer, all you need do is mention it to him. He will tell you exactly what he knows. You will believe everything he says. But open books show you what is in the book. It doesn’t explain much, just tells you the story.

My Papa told me that sharing too much is as good as asking for an early grave.

If what he says is true, has Ren always had a death wish? Or is my friend whom I have grown up with a master of lies. Has he told me what he thought I wanted to know instead of what really was the truth? It isn't the first time that question sticks in my head.