by C L Wesley
L: Thank fucking god you’re okay. Why didn’t Cappie answer his phone?
Me: I don’t know.
L: Who went to the museum with you?
Me: Nobody. I had Cappie’s truck and Leroy on speed dial just in case.
L: I don’t want you alone.
Me: I’m fine Luca. I’m safe.
L: I don’t like the idea of you being out by yourself.
Me: I’ll talk to you later. I’m meeting your mother for lunch and she’s here.
Me: btw I’m having a good day, I’m worried about you too, and I wish you were here-except for right now...I’m glad your overbearing ass is in Chicago
I turned my phone off. I really don’t care what he has to say.
Luca
Fuck I don’t want to be in Chicago! I keep fucking up with her and it seems like I can only make it right when I’m right in front of her. Things were difficult between us Friday morning when I left for work and I don’t understand where it came from. We had made up, at least I thought we did. After receiving her last text, I tried calling her only to go straight to voicemail, meaning she is not going to talk to me today. One thing I learned quickly from her is that she is as stubborn as they come.
“Luca!” I hear my father from the living room of our penthouse suite. “We need to leave. We have a meeting with the D’Cenzio head of security for tonight’s dinner.” I walk out to see my father in his standard three-piece suit. He looks the role he plays, the powerful, intimidating, Vincent Moreno. I need to get into my role of the intense, strong, underboss of Vincent Morano instead of this pussy-whipped guy that can’t get his shit together today. “Get her out of your head. I told you that girl would be nothing but trouble.”
“I’m ready Papa.” I say to my father as he pats my shoulders and leads the way to the door. Only thing is, I’m not ready, not even close. My head is running wild with what she is doing today.
Lunch with our head of security in Chicago went well despite my issues with Cameron. I decided to earn her trust by telling her a little about Chicago when I get home Sunday night. I placed a call to Marshall telling him I need my own place with full security by the end of next week. I am going to move Cameron in with me.
“We are leaving at six for dinner. You need to be ready.” My father says as he pours himself a single malt.
“Papa, I’m going to have Cameron move in with me. I have Marshall working on a place right now.” I slid a glass over as my father quickly needed a refill and I knew I’d need a drink for this conversation.
“Luca”, my father took a seat on the sofa, “I know you will do what you wish, however, this girl” I put my hand up to stop him.
“I ran her over and brought her home, that is on me. I want to take care of her and I will.” I take a sip of my scotch. “I love so much about her Papa and I wish you’d accept her the way you accepted Stephanie.”
“Luca, I still have my doubts about Stephanie. I will forever take care of Vinnie’s wife. She is the mother of my grandchildren.” I watch the old man as he crosses his legs and relaxes. “Vinnie was ready for the family life. Capriccio is not stable enough for the family business. You, Luca, you are my predecessor and I do not want you to lose sight of what’s important because you want to play the hero with Cameron.” He held out his glass signaling the need of another drink. “Why can you not make her your whore? Get what you want from her, take care of her as you feel the need.”
I pass my father his glass. “I do not want her as my whore. She is my girlfriend Papa and things between you and I will be so much easier if you accept that.”
“I need you too, Luca.”
“I’ll accept my position within this family, but you need to accept Cameron.” The room became deafening silent as I stared at my father never breaking my gaze. I have to show him I am willing to go up against him. It is how you earn respect in this world, it is how you earn it from my father.
“I’ll give her the same courtesy I give Stephanie. Nothing more, nothing less. When you are done with her, I am done with her.” He leaned forward extending his hand. Shaking his hand meant I had his word. “And I know one day you will be done with her. She’s not the girl you marry Luca.” Excusing myself I walked into my bedroom and tried to call Cameron. Voicemail, but at least her phone was on. I lay there wanting to know what my father meant by she’s not the marrying type. Marriage was the last thing from my mind right now. Christ, I am just trying to keep my relationship with her on point. After taking a few minutes to gain my composure, I decided a text may work.
Me: Hey Angel. I’m not good at this. I never have been but I am trying…for you. I know you are pissed at me right now but I need you to know I went to battle with my dad. He is going to back off when it comes to you. Please call me when you want to talk.
Me: Cap-is everything copesetic?
Cap: She’s fine
Cam: Well that was a decent apology. Head to head with daddy eh?
Me: I sold my soul to the devil for you
Cam: Well we already live in hell. At least we will be comfortable now lol
Me: Speaking of, I am getting my own place-move in with me?
Cam: No
Me: No? As in no you will not move in with me?
Cam: Correct
Me: Can we talk?
Cam: No- I don’t want to talk right now. I’m not ready to live with you. I’m perfectly fine dating you but I prefer to stay where I am for now.
Me: I don’t like this idea
Cam: I don’t like that you ‘keep’ me. I want my independence Luca.
Me: You have independence
Cam: Yeah, and you are not in the mob
Me: Can we talk about this when I get home Sunday night? Dinner?
Cam: So you can stand me up again?
Me: I will be there- I promise.
Cam: I’ll get dressed up when you show up
Me: Angel-I will be there.
21
Cappie
“Dude check that out.” Dave my martial arts instructor asked as Cameron walked in the door and took a seat on the bleachers unaware of how beautiful she appears to the male species.
“That’s Cameron, my brother’s girlfriend.” I say as I grab a towel and wipe myself off.
“Fuck she’s hot.” He snapped me with his towel.
“And you’re fucking married!” I squirted him with my water bottle making him jump at the shock of cold.
“I can still be a spectator pretty boy.” Dave shoved me as he started to the front desk. “Hey, want to join Ang and I tonight at Duffy’s? You can bring the girlfriend.” The asshole smiles as he introduces himself to the customer waiting at the counter.
I saunter over to Cameron, fuck I was sore as hell. “Well hello there.” I sat down on the bleacher below her knowing damn well I am going to be stiff soon.
“That was pretty cool to watch you in action.” She kept focused on the guys in the ring going for another round.
“Thanks, I wasn’t sure you saw anything.” I buried my face into the towel and squirted some water over my head.
“I watched from the doorway for a minute. I did not want to interrupt or make you think anything was wrong.” She continued to watch the rookies in the ring who were just beating the shit out of each other instead of the tactical fighting we are trained to do.
“Do you like country music by chance?” I wiped myself off again after realizing I was still sweating like a pig.
“Yeah.” She still looks lost in thought.
“There is a pool hall slash country bar that my trainer invited me to tonight. He is bringing his wife. Would you like to go?” I opened a bottle of water downing the contents in one long drink.
“Is that what you wanted to do today?” She finally looked at me and I could tell she was sad about something.
“No, we are still doing that. This is for after that.” I opened another water.
“Sure. I haven’t played pool in a very long time. Y
ou are turning into a camel.” She giggled and I stood up ready to head home to the shower.
“Ready?” I extend my arm which she declined. A weird emotion I have yet to feel came over me until she spoke again.
“You are not sexy sweaty right now. I’m not touching you.” She smiled as she climbed down the bleachers leaving me smiling in her wake, that strange unidentifiable emotion disappeared.
“So, what is sexy sweaty?” I can hear Dave laughing at the desk as I follow her out the door.
I could tell Cameron was in a weird mood ever since she picked me up from the gym. I couldn’t help but wonder if things went bad with my mom or maybe she got into it with Luca again. Either way, she was ready in no time to go do something she had no clue about. Cam sported a pair of jeans, a white ribbed tank top, and a pair of Skechers. She had her hair piled on top of her head and if she was wearing make-up, I couldn’t tell.
“Can we take the Busa?” She asked getting up from her bar stool.
“You have no idea how much I love you just said that!” I smiled, completely and utterly excited she wanted to go on the bike. “We most certainly can.” Her eyes danced with anticipation as she walked past me towards the elevator. I helped her up onto my bike and felt in awe as I watched her expertly get herself ready to go. She held on tightly but this time she was relaxed, not squeezing the air from my lungs. “I’m kind of excited you like riding.”
“Is this a fortune cookie thing where you say ‘in bed’ afterwards?” She giggled.
I couldn’t help myself. “I’m kind of excited you like riding in bed.” She giggled again.
“I wouldn’t know that.” Cam said in a thoughtful tone.
“Know what?” Is she seriously going there? I’m not sure how much I can take if she does.
“If I like riding in bed.” Yes, she fucking went there. I have to start thinking about anything other than her flush against me on the back of my bike.
“Luca not a tiger in the sack?” Why the hell did I just ask that? I really don’t want to know.
“It’s not that. My partners are always in control. Maybe I’d like to be in control for once in my life.”
“I’ll remember that kitten.” I got my thighs pinched. “Hey, now, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who says I wouldn’t finish it?” She laughs. I wish I could see her face right now.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t make me take you places you are not ready to go.” Focus on the road Cap, focus on the road.
“You are kind of turning me on.” She’s fucking turning me on, that’s for sure. Hell, that’s a lie, I am so fucking rock hard, I’m uncomfortable.
“Already there, minx.” She loves honesty, she got it and I earned another pinch to the thighs.
Thank God that the ATV track was only another five minutes away because I am not sure how much more I could have taken from her. I know she’s just flirting but damn if I didn’t fantasize about spinning myself around and pulling her onto my hard ass cock because god knows he wanted her on him. Think of puppies Cappie! Puppies, St. Bernards, cats, I fucking hate cats, Dammit!
“Are you okay?” I turn around to see Cameron sliding off my bike, smiling.
“Yup.” I smile back waiting to see if she was going to check out the erection pushing against my jeans. “Ever been on four-wheelers or ATVs?” I had to change the subject.
“No!” She jumped a little looking around the tracks.
I grabbed her hand in mine and led her to the main gate while explaining the tracks. She said she was too scared to drive one right now and just wanted to ride with me. It only took two tracks before she wanted to drive putting me on the back behind her, so not a good place for a man who doesn’t tap it to be. Unfortunately, my dick betrayed me and became rock hard up against her back side while I was trying to explain the gas and brakes. She pulled onto track three, the mud track. “So, you’re a dirty girl?”
“I’m about to be.” She went through the first puddle and barely splashed our shoes.
“That’s all you got, kitten?” The next thing I know she was driving us through mud holes as fast as she could, making sure we were completely covered. Once we were caked in mud she pulled into a parking slot turning off the ignition.
“Is all that excitement back there for me or my driving?” I knew what she was talking about. I’ve been incredibly hard since the moment I climbed on behind her.
“Can I say both?” Doing the unthinkable, she wiggled her ass back against me, causing my dick to jump with excitement.
“No, just for me.” Cam laughed and I growled.
“My brother’s girlfriend or not, knock that shit off or I’m doing something about it.” I growled again. “Cock teases are not fun, Cam.”
“Sorry. I like that you and I can spar back and forth. I took that too far.” She took off her helmet giving me a view of her neckline and all the possibilities. “There were a few times in college that Willa and I would kiss in front of you men just to get free drinks.”
“Well, this is a bit different.” Taking off my helmet, I leaned forward wrapping my arms around her waist, placing my chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t be getting hard-ons for my brother’s girlfriend or my newest best friend either.”
“Hey Cap?” She leaned back into me.
“Yeah?” This felt too good. This kind of distraction is not what I need to be involved in right now.
“Thank you for filling in for Willa. You are a good best friend.” I knew better but I placed a feather light kiss to her muddy shoulder. Distractions be damned.
“What was wrong earlier? You looked pissed off.” Since she was talking I had to ask plus I needed this hard on to disappear.
“Luca wants me to move in with him. I told him no.” She sat forward breaking the connection from my chest. “He is picking me up Sunday night for dinner to talk. I don’t want to talk. He wants me ‘kept’. I don’t want to be kept. I want to live.”
“Do you want me to talk to him?” Okay, hard on gone.
“No, he already hates the fact I’m choosing your place over a new place with him. I want to date him, not be his possession.”
“He doesn’t think of you as a possession. You are the first person I think he’s ever loved more than himself.” Man, that fucking hurt to tell her.
“Who knows?” She relaxed and leaned back against me again- where I would love to keep her. “So, what is the bar like?”
Duffy’s is one of those places that looks like a hole in the wall until you walk in. It is then you are greeted with neon lights, flat screen TVs upon wooden walls, a few pool tables, a decent dance floor, and a rare horseshoe shaped bar. I spotted Dave as soon as we made our way in.
“Hey Cappie, you made it. Who’s this angel?” Dave grabbed Cam’s hand and kissed the back of it making her blush.
“Oh, dear lord. Cameron this is my trainer Dave, Dave this is my brother’s girlfriend Cameron. And don’t worry Cam, he won’t hit on you all night, this is his wife, Angela.”
“Hi Angela, nice to meet you. You are my hero already putting up with these two.” Cameron said as she extended her hand.
Angela smiled, “They are a tough bunch.” She snuggled herself into Dave’s side staking claim. “So, Cameron, do you play pool?”
“I haven’t in a long time, but I’m excited. Y’all up for a game?” Cameron asked them. I took that as my cue to set the table as Dave got us a round of drinks, my usual pitcher of Coke, their pitcher of Bud Light, and three shots of Cuervo. Fuck, this is going to get interesting.
“You guys break. Ladies first.” Dave said handing Cameron a pool cue before going to pour the three of them a beer. What a dick. I look at Cameron checking out the stick before walking to the end of the pool table.
“Need help with that kitten?” I walked up behind Cameron.
She leaned forward, pushing her ass out, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me, “I got this big guy. Watch and le
arn.” She winked at me and broke the table sinking four stripes and one solid. “Stripes.”
“Holy fucking shit that was hot.” Dave said to me when Angela went to get limes. “How are you not tapping that?”
I watched Cameron run the table leaving only the eight-ball left. When her turn was finally over she came over and grabbed her glass, smiling. “I thought you haven’t played in a while?” I say in her ear over the jukebox.
“I said I haven’t played in a while, not that I wasn’t good.” She smiled as Angela came back with limes.
“Ready girl?” She handed Cam a shot, the salt, and a lime, then proceeded to lick Dave on the arm, pour some salt, and slam her shot. Angela was intimidated by Cam, I could see it. “Lick it, slam it, suck it, girl.” Looking at me from head to toe, she climbed up onto the bar stool, winking at me before licking my neck. She poured a small amount of salt on me before putting the lime in between my teeth. She then did exactly as Angela told her, our lips almost touching when she grabbed the lime. Holy mother fucker! “Touché.” Angela high fived Cameron while I stood there stunned and unable to think.
A few hours later I got the pleasure of watching Angela and Cameron dancing together while Dave and I nursed our drinks respectively. “You know they are both going to be sick tomorrow.” Dave said as he switched his beer mug for a glass of Coke.
“Oh yeah, but they are having a great time.” I smiled as I watched Angela and Cameron become fast friends. They were a dangerous female combination on the dance floor which was now full of drunk people trying to dance or in some cases line dance.
“They are fucking hot out there.” Dave smacked his glass against mine. “You can be a wallflower. I am going to go get in on that.” I decided Dave had a great idea, so I moved on out to the dance floor where Cameron immediately turned her back into my chest and started grinding against me to Luke Bryan’s Shake It for Me.
We danced another five or six songs when Jason Aldean’s Burning It Down came on. She was hot dancing to a faster song, this song in all its appropriateness is making her smoldering. Cameron pushed her arms straight up in the air and looped them behind my neck drawing me down to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her neck enjoying every fucking beat to this song. Being this close in this capacity made my hard on earlier appear like a wet noodle. It was so fucking hard it was painful. I cannot fathom what would happen if I still drank or if she was not my brother’s girlfriend.
