Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

Then there is the Cartel, Outfit, and Irish, who have sat on our shit list for a while. The Outfit Boss, Lucca, for all his fucking antics, would never kill Ren. Even he had more sense. Not much considering what he'd done to my cousin, Amariya. But then, we all knew his beef with her father was no insignificant matter. She just happened to bear the brunt of the sins of her father.

And there was Vincent, who Lucca wanted dead more than his desire to make Amariya suffer. 3 years-ago in the middle of an abandoned parking lot, Lucca had a clear shot of Vincent.

His gun pulled, and Vincent unarmed. Lucca chose to not pull the trigger that night. He turned his back, lit a cigar, and walked away.

Two men who fell in love with the same girl. A tragedy that was so cursed, none of us want to recall those times. Though I often wonder when I look at my cousin, Vincent, and the darkness which consumes him, if he remembers her smile or the tears when she screamed his name the night, he took her life. And Lucca, did he love Katrina even after knowing she was the one who took his family from this world?

In a world where villains are Gods and Heroes are enemies, a tragedy is needed when a romance as twisted as theirs are concerned. Even an ending as painful as what transpired all those years ago.

Lucca wouldn’t kill Ren, he was there when Ren was born. He taught him how to throw his first punch. No, Lucca Sanati would come for me, the man who had the one thing he truly wanted above all else. After all, in Lucca's mind, I am the old friend who holds his redemption in my grasp. I am the only enemy he really has.

Which left the Cartel, who just hours before my brother's death, lost a shipment of trafficked humans, cocaine, and guns. The ship was blown up from the inside. They were too enraged to go after my brother so soon. No, they wanted me and my brother’s death was not the message they’d send. 200 million is too big of a number to retaliate without thinking. According to general knowledge 101 pertaining to 'myself,' Marco Catelli, my weakness is myself.

I'm the epitome of ex-soldier who lost his way and lives with the demons of his wars. All false if you ask someone who truly knows me, but as rumor's go, I am the unstable insane son of Capo Marcello Catelli.

“There’s also a big point we’re missing,” Vincent remarks staring at my currently seated form, “Lorenzo was shot three streets away from Kylie's house.”

Both having a slew of enemies but nothing that’s going to get Ren killed, they’d go after Kylie,” I end, brow furrowing as another thought strikes me,

pick up

out of the house so he could install a new oxygen regulator in the ventilator. Which is the reason I was chaperone that night! Also, they were still under the impression that the dinner was going to be at the Mansion. The two of them were up to something. They were wearing the

was all the way over there? He was supposed to meet Mero and the others at Azure. He said he was going to do something

the long glass tinted windows watching the

thinking about the number of kids we saved and all to protect my brother from the same fate he ended up meeting. The only thing is the Cartel

what it was they were planning?” Leonardo queries as he rubs the

not an excuse for Ren to die. Kylie keeps her shit tight unless she's helping someone else,” Vincent replies from

keep her shit tight. Her father, Marcus Bray, has a reputation in both worlds, and I believe his beautiful daughter is well on her way of filling his shoes. The girl is Vincent’s stepsister. I

to her. We are aware she has a little crush on him, but I have a feeling there is a fuck-load more

going to help Michael. It was an excuse to get into the house and spy on Diamond. Ren was worried that Diamond was keeping something from him and Kylie. Kylie was also suspicious, so they agreed he’d sneak into the lab on the bottom

gunned down,” Vincent voices out what we're

it out. Right now, everybody who is not in this very room is a suspect,” Leonardo quips, glaring at Vincent. His white tee creased as his sour face scowls at

in a morgue while policemen and jackass detectives watch as a forensic doctor opens him