All Chapters of IN THE CAPO'S BED: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

GIOVANNI POVI stood by the large tree that offered nice shade. It was close to the parking lot and the school's entrance. At least a five-minute walk would get you inside.Also, I stayed not just because it was quieter and free from the squealing teenage girls I had just escaped; it was because of him.It was that boy, Melvin Ryan, according to the information that Luca and Jacques had gotten from me. He was twenty years old, the golden boy of the school, as I had already guessed, as he was part of the football team. Above all, he was a Nephew to Diego Cardenas.The Bastardo. Diego Cardenas was a story for another day. My main focus was Melvin, and I couldn't help but wonder about his relationship with the girl I kept bumping into.He seemed to be interested in her. Unlike the way he had acted around Marcella, he was calm with this girl.Maybe it was all part of the plan. If he couldn't get her calmly, he'd undoubtedly use force as he had done with Marcella.My hands clenched into fi

LILITH POVAs I had come to realize, being in Giovanni's world meant going to high-end parties, meeting with crazily rich people, and discussing with them, well, if Giovanni wanted me to.Above all, standing next to him in a ridiculously costly outfit that I'd only be in once. An outfit that could feed me for at least three months.Despite living this kind of life and gradually building confidence due to rubbing shoulders with the elites, I still felt out of place.It wasn't hard to notice if you looked at me well enough.But I doubted the people here looked deeply into someone; they only cared about the outward appearance.We were at Villa Amarante, a luxurious estate on the outskirts of Milan owned by Aldo Marinelli, a reclusive billionaire who occasionally hosts High-profile events for the elite.The Amarante annual charity gala was an exclusive black-tie event that raised funds for causes like education and global health initiatives.Giovanni had told me all this, and it was the r

LILITH POVLetting out a deep breath, I stood by my apartment door, pressing my ear to it to listen to any sound. It was 9 A.M, and my mother should be awake.Even if she wasn't awake, she wasn't a heavy sleeper, and the littlest sound would wake her up.I had rushed out of Giovanni’s apartment as soon as I came awake. Giovanni wasn't in the room and he had left a note which was a good thing in my opinion because he might have forced me to stay over and that wouldn't be good.My mother would be home alone, Romeo would have gone to school, and I would be missing school, too.I stepped into the house, stopping as I saw my mother in the hallway.She was holding a garbage can in her hand. She tilted her head to observe me from head to toe.I flushed, chewing on my bottom lip as I avoided her gaze. I had chosen not to wear the outfit I was in the night before because of the pungent stench of alcohol coming from it, so I opted for one of Giovanni’s dress shirts.Although it wasn't a good ch

LILITH POVThe airport buzzed around me, a chaotic blend of rolling suitcases, echoing voices, and the occasional announcements cutting through the noise.I leaned against the cool metal railing near the arrivals exit, my eyes fixed on the stream of travelers emerging through the sliding doors.Inhaling as the smell of freshly brewed coffee teased my nostrils, I let my eyes wander briefly to the nearby café."Tempting," I muttered, shaking my head. I couldn't bring myself to move from where I was, not even for a quick sip that I needed badly to keep myself alert.I could miss Casey, which I didn't want to do.Casey's call woke me up this morning, and she announced returning home with no explanation whatsoever. I didn't prod her to give me the answers I needed because I knew I'd be seeing her, and we'd get to have a sleepover. So, I'd get to ask her whatever I wanted.Yes, my mother had allowed the sleepover. It was Casey, so she'd allow anything that involved her.I stared at the bouq

LILITH POVTWO WEEKS LATER(CLINIC NEAR THE UNIVERSITY.)The bleach and antiseptic smell of the hospital stuck to my senses just as doctor's words replayed in my mind.Pregnant. I was pregnant. My stomach flipped, though I couldn't tell if it was the nausea that was threatening to push itself back up my throat or what she had said and the hopeful smile on her face.That was the last thing I'd have thought was happening. I hadn't thought of missing my period; I had only thought of the nausea that hit me every time during the morning. I had assumed it was food poisoning. Even as I barely eat at home and only with Giovanni.I was relieved at the same time, too stunned to speak.Staring blankly at the clipboard in her hands, then the printed confirmation in mine, I folded the paper. I shook my head, barely managing to whisper, "Are you sure?""The test results are conclusive. Congratulations."Congratulations?No. No. No! I didn't want to be Congratulated!I was nineteen years old, in my