Niccolo Capaldi
I hadn’t really planned on getting my dick sucked by one of my own waitresses. In fact, I usually tried to keep business and pleasure separate. I was smart that way. I didn’t need some lawsuit saying that I’d been an asshole to a girl. And there were plenty of my “business associates” that had them. Me? I kept my nose clean. I respected women. And, while I wasn’t really the commitment type, I made sure anyone who was with me always had fun.
Tonight though----tonight was fucking miserable.
Pop had been put in the hospital, and all we could do was wait for him to pass now. Giuseppe Capaldi had worked like a race horse all his life, going at things full speed ahead, never stopping down. Because of him, my brother and I were now the heads of a massive empire that included most, if not all of Boston. Pop had had a heart attack a few months ago. Since then, he had never fully recovered.
Tonight, he had had another one and the doctors didn’t have high hopes that he would recover.
So, I’d slipped. When Anya had batted her lashes at me when she’d come to get her tips for the evening, I lost it. “Want to make me happy?” I whispered to her in her ear, as I cupped her chin. She had looked back at me with her stellar blue eyes, so blue they reminded me of the ocean.
She grinned at me. “What do you want?”
“Suck me off,” I told her.
Without hesitating, she came around to where I was sitting behind my desk. She undid my belt, then my zipper, and pulled my cock out from my boxers. Anya had her mouth expertly around my dick, swirling her tongue with it, when the door opened. “Fuck!” this came from my younger brother, Luca, who covered his eyes.
“Nic! Really?” he groaned. “What’s our one, damn, rule?”
Anya jumped up, blushing. “Mr. Capaldi.”
“Anya.” He averted his gaze from her, looking at the ground. “You find your schedule acceptable for next week?”
Anya nodded, fixed her lipstick, and hair nervously. I smirked, and put myself back in my pants, putting everything back together again.
“Yes sir,” she said, “see you on Monday, sir.” She left quickly, like she had just gotten in trouble with the principle.”
When she was gone, Luca closed the door behind him, glaring at me. “What the fuck are you thinking?” my younger brother asked, running a hand through his blond hair. “The first rule we made when we opened this club was that we wouldn’t fuck the staff.”
I shrugged. “I’m having an off night, okay? Pop being in the hospital has got me all messed up.”
Luca’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I know, it’s hard for me too man. Anyway, I’ve got some news that will make you happy.”
“What news?” I asked.
“Guess who I saw in the club tonight.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. The one that got away.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Luca laughed. “Oh, come on, don’t play coy. Even Pop knew that you were completely in love with this girl.”
“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, it’s Daniela Berni.”
I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not possible. She’s in Florida. She’s been there for ages, and she always vowed that she would never come back. Not after everything that our family put her through.”
“Well,” said Luca, “I saw her tonight in the club. Just served her and Audrina Bianchi a drink. Her aunt passed away, and she’s back in the city permanently. Even looking for a job.”
“Permanently?” I said. “You know that could cause trouble for us. If the wrong people find out that she’s back, they’ll go after her.”
“What do you want to do?” Luca asked. “Do you want to have us put one of our men on her so that we can keep her safe?”
I shook my head. “She won’t like that. You remember what she was liked when she lived with us. She was always defiant when she lived with us.”
Luca snorted. “She was defiant with you because you treated her like dirt.”
“I was trying to keep her safe. You remember what the old man used to say. We’re Capaldi’s. Everyone wants a piece of what we have. That includes anyone that we care about. If people knew I had feelings for Daniela, they would use that against me. I don’t want her hurt. She’s a nice girl. She deserves better than us.”
Luca sighed. “I know you’re right.”
Luca was softer than me. He always had been. Had even gone out of his way to be nice to Daniela because he could never stand the idea of someone not liking him. But even he had known that there was the chance that if he was with Daniela, she would get hurt. So, Luca had never taken a chance with her either.
“She’s looking for a job, you said?” I stroked my chin as I spoke.
Luca nodded. “She was taking care of her aunt back in Florida. She never went to college, but you know how bright she was. I think she could be a real asset to the right person.”
“Hmm.” I had a glass of scotch on my desk that I’d been drinking before Anya came in. I took a sip of it. “Leave her to me. I’ll see what we can do. Don’t worry brother, we’ll do whatever we can do keep her safe.”
Luca nodded. “Good. You know that’s why Pop kept such a close eye on her and her mom. Because he knew there was always a chance that Mrs. Berni’s past could come back and haunt her, you know?”
“I do. And we’re going to keep it from happening. Whatever the cost.”
ThreeDaniela Berni I felt sick when we left the club. It wasn’t just from drinking either. “Audrina, please tell me that you didn’t know that was their club.” Audrina looked at me with wide eyes. “Of course, I didn’t! My assistant told me about the club. I hadn’t heard about it until a week ago. Why would I make it a habit to hang out around the Capaldi’s? I know the kind of people they are. I worked hard so I could get out of that life, remember? And I know the kinds of memories that they bring up for you. I wouldn’t be so cruel.” I nodded. “Okay. Okay. I know you’re right.” I was still a little bit shaky. I hadn’t planned on reconnecting with the Capaldi’s. I hadn’t even posted on social media about being back. Not that there was a reason for me to. I didn’t have very many friends. Most of the people I’d been friends with in Florida had been friends with my aunt, and all older folks, who were retired. They weren’t exactly spending a
FourNiccolo Capaldi When I got home, the first thing I did was I scrolled through Daniela’s Instagram. I had kept tabs on her over the years. Knowing who her family was, I had to. Pop had given Daniela’s mom, Augusta Berni, a job when no one else would because of them. As long as she’d worked for us, she had been safe from her past. Augusta had been a teenager when she met and fell in love with the son of our rivals, the Ramono’s. Augusta had worked as a nanny for the family. When their son got her pregnant, the Ramono family wanted her and her baby gone because it interfered with their plans to marry their son off to a mafia don’s daughter. My dad had done a business deal with the Ramono’s at the time had seen everything happened. Knowing Augusta would need someone to help keep her and her baby safe, he gave her a job as the maid in our house. That way he could always keep her safe and everyone would know that Augusta and her daughter Daniela were under Capa
FiveDaniela Berni I had twisted dreams all night. Even the plush bed Audrina had in her guest bedroom couldn’t make me escape them. Niccolo’s face kept dancing around in my mind. In it, I was a seventeen-year-old girl again. Living in the Capaldi mansion after my mom had just died in that horrible, awful shooting. It had happened during winter break. After the small funeral, all of my possessions had been taken to the Capaldi mansion. The rest of our stuff, Mr. Capaldi had had put in a storage unit for me, and he said I could have it when I turned twenty-five. My mom had a small savings, but that was also in a trust now too. Mr. Capaldi wanted me to be taken care of and granted, I would never be as rich as the Capaldi’s, but it would be something. Since I’d moved in with the Capaldi’s, I had mostly stayed to myself. I wasn’t in a hurry to get back to school and Mr. Capaldi had allowed me to stay at home for a little bit as long as I did all of my
SixNiccolo Capaldi Alessandro Romano knew his daughter was back in town. He also had no one stopping him from contacting her. Not his father, not her mother, not even Niccolo’s own father had that reach anymore. Not with him in the hospital, barely able to move, and the doctors certain that he wasn’t going to last long. “Luca!” he called out to his brother. The two of them lived in the same, large Beacon Hill mansion that had been in the family for as long as anyone could remember. He made his way from the office, to the hallway, looking for his brother. “Luca!” he called again. “Hey, hey, hey!” His brother came out of his room. “What’s wrong?” “Romano.” Luca’s face paled. “What about Romano?” “The old don is dead. Alessandro’s taking the throne. He just called me to invite us to the funeral and he wants us to bring Daniela.” Luca’s gaze narrowed. “Well, that’s not fucking happening. Her
SevenDaniela Berni “I’m sorry, we’re going where?” I stared at Audrina in shock when she got home. “Italy!” she smiled brightly at me. “I know it’s kind of last minute, but I don’t want to travel alone. And I’ve got to meet with some suppliers. Come on. You’re not employed right now, and you’ve never traveled. Just let me treat you to this trip, okay?” I blinked. “I really think that if I’m going to be living here, I should be looking for a job. I already put some applications out and if I’m not here for interviews, it’s going to take longer for it.” “Look, I’ll give you some tasks if you want, make you like my assistant.” I rolled my eyes. “Audrina, you already have an assistant.” “I’m the CEO. I can make up something for you. Just please, come with me. This is a really big deal and I don’t want to go alone. I need my best friend there! If this goes through, I’ll be able to go global. Well, even more than I alr
EightNiccolo Capaldi The call came at lunch. It was from one of my men. Marco. “Hey, boss?” he said. I was sitting in my office at the club, going over some paperwork. In the afternoon, the club was closed, meaning I got to work on the day-to-day minutiae of owning it. It wasn’t until night that the club truly came to life. Now, it was empty, and depressing. “Hi, Marco,” I said, “what’s up?” “I know that you’re working. Normally, I wouldn’t have bothered you. But uh, you remember that girl you went to school with?” I froze. “Which one?” “The one that lived with you for a while. Dani, I think it was?” “Daniela,” I corrected. Dani was too familiar. I didn’t like the idea of anyone, particularly Marco, thinking they were friendlier with Dani than I was. And Dani was what Daniela allowed her friends, the few that she had, to call her. Marco wasn’t her friend. “Right. Daniela. I’m down here at
NineDaniela Berni There was no way any of this was a coincidence. I didn’t believe for one second that Niccolo had ever stepped foot into Revere’s. When I had worked there in high school, he had called the place, “a shit hole.” No, Niccolo had found out about me meeting Alessandro somehow and had timed this perfectly. I had always wondered if there was someone from Boston watching me. Now, I knew for sure. Niccolo Capaldi was never going to let me go, or let me be happy. He knew that I could never say no to anything involving Giuseppe. Mr. Capaldi had always treated my family like his, even though my mom was just his maid. We never felt like staff with him. I hadn’t even known that Giuseppe was in the hospital. I’d been so startled when I saw Luca the other night, I had no idea if he had mentioned anything about his dad. Still, I had just met my father for the first time. Even though I knew everything my aunt had said about him, I was still curious. I had so
TenNiccolo Capaldi I knew that she was going to be difficult. That was why I had brought the knock out serum I used when I was having to fight off drunks in the club. Or anyone that might not be too excited about Capaldi family business practices. She didn’t even notice when I stuck her with the needle, knocking her out. “Rick!” I called. “Yes, boss?” my driver said. “Open the door for me, please. I’m going to be escorting Miss Berni to the plane, personally.” Rick glanced behind me to see me throwing an unconscious Daniela over my shoulder. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What the fuck are you doing, sir?” “I’m getting her out of Boston, safe,” I said. “Really?” he said. “Because it looks like you just drugged her.” “Relax. It’s nothing that will hurt her. It’s the same stuff I use to knock out drunks at the club when they’re getting a little handsy.” Rick rolled his eyes. “That makes me feel