"Where is the bathroom?" I ask looking around.
"Follow me," he says, turning and heading down the hall and up the stairway. He leads me past a couple closed doors till we reach the one at the end of the hallway. Opening it we walk into what looks like a master bedroom. Stopping in my tracks I look around.
"Isn't there a guest room or something I can use? I don't need to use yours."
"Ours," he casually corrects me. "You will use and stay in this room with me while we are here. It will be the same when we go home to New York."
My face drops. New York… "Umm, when do we have to leave?"
He pulls out his phone looking at something on the screen as he replies. "We will leave in two days. I cannot risk being here for too long. I am not exactly welcome in this territory." He gestures toward the bathroom door. "Everything you need should be in there. Shower or bathe whatever you wish. I will be leaving for a little while, I need to go deal with some business for a bit, but I will be back. There will be guards here to watch and protect you." My eyes drop with a disappointment that I don't quite understand. Maybe it's because I don't want to be alone right now.
Or maybe it's because you don't want him to leave you again. My head counters as he continues.
"If you should need anything let them know or call me. Let me see your phone." He holds out his hand. Handing my phone over to him he quickly enters in his number before handing it back. As I reach out to take it out of his hand he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him, placing a soft whisper of a kiss on my forehead.
"I will return soon. It shouldn't take long." He releases me as he turns and walks back out the door, closing it behind him without another word.
Standing alone in the room the weight of the last twelve hours starts to get to me. I head to the bathroom and once I see the large Victorian bathtub I decide to draw a hot bath and soak. Digging through the cupboards I find towels, shampoo, conditioner, bath salts and bubbles. I start drawing the water when I realize I haven't called Gianna yet. Oh shit! I hurry and run back into the room to grab my phone. I dial her number and wait for her to answer.
"Bitch you were five minutes from me calling in the cavalry on you. Where the hell did you go?"
"Relax G, I'm fine. He took me to a place he owns here in L.A."
"And..???"
"And we talked, he gave me a ring, told me our plans, and G...I am leaving for New York in two days."
"WHAT?? TWO DAYS!" I wince as she screams into the phone. "You have got to be fucking joking. You can't leave in two days Lil! Tell him you won't go. Tell him you want to stay in his house here."
"You know I can't do that." I sigh, feeling the weight of how much my life is about to change. "G, I'm scared. I don't know how to do this. Start over in New York, be a wife. A flippin Capos wife! I am just a lowly daughter of a soldier, a traitorous soldier at that. How do I go from that to the wife of the most notorious mafia boss on the east coast? On top of that, how will I come back and see you? I can't just walk up to your place or be seen with you after all of this. People will notice I am gone, they will start asking my father questions. What will he tell them? At some point they will find out. I'm sure it won't take long." I drop my head into my hands and sigh.
"We will figure it out. I don't care if we aren't supposed to see each other. Lil, you are like my sister. I will always be there for you. As for everything else, just be you. Who cares what anyone thinks. Fuck them and fuck your piece of shit father. He may as well be dead to you now."
"Ya, okay. I'll try to calm down. Everything is just changing so drastically so fast. I can't keep up." I pause, "hold on G." I pull the phone from my ear as I can hear splashing coming from the bathroom. "Oh shit!" Running to the bathroom, I realize I had forgotten I left the water running. Shit! There is water everywhere, the tub is running over and it has flooded the bathroom. Rushing to the tub I lean over grabbing the faucet to turn it off, at the same time my phone slips from where I was holding it between my shoulder and ear and plops right into the water. I just stand there as it drifts to the bottom before coming to my senses and grabbing it out. Staring at the screen as it slowly fades to black I take a deep breath trying to calm my frustrated emotions that are about to break the dam I have built to hold them all in.
Looking around the bathroom feeling utter defeat, I sink down to the soaked floor. Leaning my head back against the tub, I let the tears that threatened to break free earlier overflow like the bathtub I had just turned off.
I cry over what Nicoli had said earlier about my father. About him not giving a damn about me, about selling me to save his own skin. I cry for my mother, the only one who loved and protected me from the harshness of this world we are born into. Tears flow in frustration because I hate my father for what he did to