Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 8

“Tonight, at Azure. I am going to make him notice me, I promise.” I am not sure who I am trying to convince, me, or the ceiling? There is no way I am going to be able to even say hello to him. Even the roof knows that.

“We need to go shopping,” My sister declares, eyes widening with glee. Turning my head, I see further than the front-end smile and big sparkling eyes she is currently staring at me with.

Even now, with the man she wants right in reaching distance, Guilia can’t hide her fear of tonight. Wanting or not, she will become betrothed to a Made-Man of my father's choosing.

Who? I don't know, my Papa has not mentioned it.

After tonight my sister will prepare for her engagement. The only thing that keeps us sane about this night is the knowledge Papa will choose well.

Marco and Deno will be choosing brides of their own, so maybe there is hope for her to at least get what she wants.

My sister is hoping Marco will choose her, but Deno is a better choice, in my opinion. My forehead scrunches into a frown reliving that split second when Marco touched my palm. It was a graze, but I can’t shake the sense it means something more.

This doesn’t bode well for me or my sanity. I wish it was Leonardo who touched me, not the Devil himself with mad eyes.

I had never seen eyes that black before on anyone besides a woman I met once many years ago.

She, however, was smiling at me. Not giving me a look that held a thousand words I didn't want to hear.

I stare at my sister, knowing what lies ahead. My sister should get to choose the man she’ll have to wake up next to for the rest of her life. The man who will eventually be the father of her children should be someone she loves, not the one with a big title or number of kills under their names.

Every family has their fortunate ones and the unfortunate. For mine, it was my parent’s marriage been that of the fortunate.

My mother was a woman of high status, a 26th generation member of the Bratva, Zasha Vasiliev. A Russian royal in the underworld. She was also the love of my father’s life. So, he says.

My father, born and raised to be an influential member of the Famiglia, the future heir to the Consigliere of the Capo Dei Capi. The boss of all bosses