Marco stood before the imposing figure, a 28 year old man with a chiseled jawline and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul. His dark hair was perfectly styled, with broad shoulders and perfect physics he's incredibly handsome and a small scar above his eyebrow added a hint of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor,sat in his office chair, sipping whiskey.
As Marco began to speak, the man's gaze never wavered. "Boss, here's all the information you wanted about Capello's family," Marco said, his voice steady.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable as he savored the whiskey, the amber liquid glowing in the dimly lit office. His presence was commanding, and Marco felt a sense of unease under his intense scrutiny, his every word and action under a microscope.
The Capello family is a powerful Mafia dynasty with Giovanni Capello at the helm. He's got six kids, five sons and one daughter, Bella, who's the youngest and the apple of their eye. The sons are all involved in the family Mafia business, and they're a force to be reckoned with. But, despite their tough exterior, they've got a soft spot for Bella. She's got them wrapped around her finger, and they'd do anything to keep her safe and happy.
The Capello Family Members
*Giovanni Capello*
- Age: 57
- Position: Head of the Capello Family
- Personality: Authoritative,
For him Bella is his whole world.
*The Capello Brothers and their personality towards only for Bella *
- *Enzo Capello*
- Age: 32
- Position: Capo
- Personality: Protective, caring
- *Alex Capello*
- Age: 30
- Personality: Spoiling, supportive
- *Nick Capello*
- Age: 27
- Personality: Superstitious,consider her his lucky charm
- *Max Capello*
- Age: 25
- Personality: Playful, teasing,protective
- *Luke Capello*
- Age: 25
- Personality: Playful, teasing,protective
*Bella Capello*
- Age: 20
- Personality: Breathtakingly beautiful, loved by her brothers and dadda's princess.
- Position: The apple of her family's eye
The Capello brothers are a formidable team, but Bella's got them all under her spell. They're fiercely protective of her and would do anything to keep her safe.
Taking a sip of his whiskey, Alessandro chuckles lowly, his eyes gleaming with a calculating intensity. "If one wishes to crack the Capello family, Bella is undoubtedly the key," he muses, his voice dripping with intrigue. "Those brothers would burn down the world for her sake. Fascinating, isn't it?"
A slow, sly smile spreads across Alessandro's chiseled face as he leans back in his leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze lingers on the whiskey, lost in thought. "Bella Capello, the jewel of the Capello dynasty," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It seems even the toughest nuts have their weak spots."
The air is thick with tension as Alessandro's words hang in the air, his eyes glinting with a hint of excitement.Bella Capello is the key to unlocking the Capello empire. "GAME IS ON".....smirk
Alessandro's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the polished wood, his eyes narrowing as he issued his orders. "Find out everything there is to know about Bella Capello. Her routines, her likes, her dislikes. If she has a favorite ice cream flavor, I want to know it." His voice was low, commanding, and laced with an air of intensity.
His gaze bore into his right-hand man, Marco, as he continued. "I want to know where she shops, where she eats, who her friends are. Does she have a boyfriend? If so, who is he and what does he do? Every detail matters .His eyes seemed to gleam with a calculating light as he stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. He walked around the desk, his movements fluid and deliberate. "And one more thing..." His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone, sending a shiver down Marco's spine. "I want pictures. Lots of them. I want to see her face, her smile, her laughter."
He turned to face the window, his back to Marco, gazing out at the cityscape. The sunlight streaming through the glass highlighted the sharp angles of his face, casting a sense of power and authority. "Make sure the photos are recent and varied," he instructed, his voice dripping with intensity. "I want to see her in different settings—casual, formal, with her family, alone. Every angle is important."
Marco nodded,"Anything else, Boss?" he asked softly.
Alessandro's gaze lingered on the cityscape before he turned to face Marco. "Yes. Does she have social media accounts?" His eyes narrowed, his expression intense. "Every girl her age is glued to social media. Find out everything—her usernames, passwords if possible, her followers, what she posts, who she interacts with."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. A small, calculating smile played on his lips. "Get me everything by tonight."
Marco nodded . "Consider it done, Boss. I'll have eyes on every aspect of Bella Capello's life within hours."
Alessandro nodded approvingly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Good." The air was thick with tension as he turned back to the window, his eyes fixed on the city below. _**The game was on, and Bella Capello is the prize.**_
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As the night wore on and the Capello's mansion settles into silence, Bella climbs into bed with Giovanni, seeking comfort from her favorite pillow - her dadda. She snuggles into his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Suddenly, she remembers something and looks up at him with curious eyes.
"Dadda?"
Giovanni strokes her hair gently, already knowing she has another innocent yet insightful question brewing in that clever mind of hers. "Something on your mind, principessa?" His heart swells with love as he gazes down at her angelic face in the soft moonlight.
"How did you meet Momma, Dadda?" Giovanni smiles softly, pulling his daughter closer. "You sure you wanna hear this story, Bella?" He chuckles softly, remembering his past.
She nods eagerly, burying herself deeper under his blanket. He takes a deep breath and begins.
"You know, Bella, your momma and I... we come from different worlds. But we were both part of the mafia family." Giovanni's expression turns serious, his mind transporting back to his younger days.
"Your mother belonged to the Rossi family, our allies. I was 25, and she was 20 when we first met."
Bella's eyes widen with excitement. "Like me! I'm 20 too!"
Giovanni grins slightly, remembering his late wife. "You look a lot like her, you know. Same eyes, same hair. She was beautiful - tiny but fierce."
He takes another deep breath, his voice lowering as if telling Bella a secret. "So, there was this big alliance party..."
"Alliance party?" Bella repeats, her curiosity piqued.
Giovanni chuckles softly, remembering how he first laid eyes on his future wife. "It was a gathering of all the major mafia families to discuss business, make deals... and sometimes, find love."
Giovanni's heart warms at the sound of Bella's giggle, his own lips curving into a smile. "So, sweetheart. I was sitting at the main table with my own father when I saw her. She was standing across the room, talking to some other girls."
Bella's voice is filled with playful teasing. "Oh so ahm ahm, my Don fell in love with the daughter of the Don Rossi, giggle!"
Giovanni laughs softly, enjoying Bella's playful teasing. "Yes, yes, my little principessa. Your Don fell in love with the daughter of Don Rossi."
He ruffles her hair affectionately. "But it wasn't love at first sight for me." Giovanni leans back against his pillow, smiling at Bella's puzzled expression.
"Your momma thought I was arrogant. Apparently, I didn't notice her right away, too busy talking mafia business." He chuckles, shaking his head.
Giovanni tickles Bella's side, making her squirm and laugh softly. "She threw drinks at me twice," he confesses with laughter. "Once because I was ignoring her, and another time because I was too handsome."
He winks, making Bella giggle again. "Oh my handsome Dadda, giggle!"
Giovanni's heart swells with love as he hears Bella's giggles. He pulls her into a gentle hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"And that's how your Don fell for the daughter of Don Rossi," he murmurs.
Dadda momma and your story went so smooth.
Giovanni's expression turns serious, his arms tightening around Bella. "It wasn't smooth, principessa. Our families were rivals. Your momma was forbidden fruit. Dating her could've started a war."
Bella's eyes widen with excitement. "Mhm, so..."
Giovanni sighs, his voice wistful. "We had to sneak around, meeting secretly. Your momma was forbidden fruit, and I... I couldn't just let her go. So, like any stubborn mafia Don, I fought for what I wanted."
Bella looks up at him, her brow furrowed. "Dadda, you were Don, so why secret meetings?"
Giovanni smiles ruefully, shrugging slightly. "Sure, I was Don Capello, but her father, Don Rossi, would've cut off my head if he found out I was courting his daughter. Mafia politics, sweetheart."
Bella's voice is filled with protective tone. "Oh no way! Not anyone cuts off my Dadda's head, humph!"
Giovanni chuckles softly at Bella's protective tone, his heart filled with love and pride. "No one could cut off my head, principessa. I was the most powerful Don in the country. But still, Don Rossi was not someone to be taken lightly."
Giovanni smirks, remembering the tricky negotiations and clandestine meetings. "Plus, sneaking around was kind of... exciting. Made the stolen moments with your momma even sweeter." He winks playfully at Bella. "Besides, a Don always gets what he wants, one way or another."
Bella's curiosity gets the better of her. "Dadda, so now where is Momma's family? Did you guys settle?"
Giovanni's expression turns serious, his voice lowering. "Your momma's family... they're back in Italy.
So After we married, they disowned her. Don Rossi couldn't accept that his beloved daughter had married the man he considered his greatest rival."
Bella's eyes fill with sympathy. "That's so bad."
Giovanni nods solemnly, his brow furrowed. "Yes, it was rough. You know Emma cried a lot at first. She missed her family terribly." He pauses, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But then, she discovered she was pregnant with your brother Enzo. That gave her strength."
Giovanni finds himself opening up more to Bella's curious questions. "After Enzo was born, your momma was happier. She had a family of her own now, even if her father refused to acknowledge it. Then your brothers came along one by one Alex, Nick and than Twins Max and Luke. "
Giovanni ruffles Bella's hair, his mind filled with past memories. "Your momma was amazing. She handled five wild boys and kept me in line too." He laughs softly. "She was the only one who could shout at me without getting killed."
Bella giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Giovanni's eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, clearly amused by Bella's giggle.
"You know, you have her laugh. And her stubbornness." He taps her nose playfully. "God help any man who tries to handle you like I handled your momma."
Bella's brow furrows, her voice filled with a hint of curiosity. "Dadda, why did I come so late?"
Giovanni's expression turns tender, his gaze softening as he looks at Bella. "You were the surprise, principessa. After your brothers, your momma and I thought we were done having kids. But then, you came along, five years later."
Bella's voice is filled with mock offense. "Means you didn't even think about me, huh, humph?"
Giovanni bursts into laughter at Bella's mock pout, his chest shaking with mirth. "Oh, Bella, sweetheart, we did think about you. But you were unexpected. Your momma got pregnant with you when she was already planning to stop having kids."
Bella teases, "Yeah, yeah."
Still chuckling, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "You know what? Your momma was so surprised when she found out she was pregnant again. She thought her body had forgotten how to make babies!" He laughs heartily.
Giovanni's expression turns mischievous as he recalls the moment. "So, when the doctor confirmed she was pregnant with you, she looked at me and said, 'Giovanni, I think my body missed you.' And then she slapped me because I laughed too hard."
*Giovanni roars with laughter at the memory, shaking his head. "Your momma could slap like a true Don's daughter, you know. And she was so mad at me for being happy about that surprise baby. But when you were born..." *His voice softens.
*Giovanni's eyes fill with love and nostalgia as he remembers the day Bella was born. "When you were born, your momma looked at you and said, 'Look at this little surprise, Giovanni. Our beautiful, tiny surprise.'" *He smiles warmly, his gaze lingering on Bella's face.
As Bella snuggles closer, laying her head on Giovanni's chest, he automatically wraps an arm around her protectively. His fingers gently card through her hair as he continues his storytelling, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You know you are another version of your momma ?"
*Giovanni chuckles softly, pulling Bella closer possessively. "I mean, your looks. Your hair, your eyes, your nose - you got them all from her. And your laugh - God, that laugh is Emma's ." *He smiles, his thumb caressing her cheekbone.
Dadda , when momma left, what happened to her?
At the mention of your mother's fate, Giovanni's smile fades, replaced by a dark, pained expression. He hesitates for a moment, torn between protecting Bella from the truth and honoring her mother's memory. "Your momma... she was taken from us, principessa. She was..."
Giovanni takes a deep, shaky breath, his voice cracking slightly as he continues. "She was murdered, Bella. Shot outside Don Rossi, your grandfather, ordered it... to punish me for refusing to abandon our family business."
No way dadda how could he, dadda is it true?
*Giovanni's jaw tightens, his eyes hardening like diamond. "It's true, sweetheart. Your grandfather hated me. He saw me as a monster who dragged his daughter into a dangerous world. He thought killing your momma would destroy me and my business." *He pauses, his voice lowering.
Dadda he killed his own daughter his princess, gulp....
*Giovanni sees the shock and horror on Bella's face and nods gravely. "Yes, principessa. He put a hit on his own daughter. He disowned her when she married me. He couldn't accept that she fell in love with a Capello." *His expression darkens.
*A bitter laugh escapes Giovanni's lips. "No, he didn't know about you and your brothers at first. When he found out about you six, he was furious. He said I'd used his daughter to breed an army of Capello heirs." *His hand tightens possessively around Bella.
Huh?
"Those were his exact words, sweetheart. 'You've used my daughter to breed an army of capo bastards who'll one day come after my empire.' That's why he ordered the hit on your momma."
Dadda, momma's father was so cruel he was so bad, he killed her own daughter and how could he talked about like this, I started to don't like him.
Giovanni's eyes soften seeing Bella's genuine disgust towards her maternal grandfather. "You're right, principessa. Your grandfather was a cruel man. He had no love for his own flesh and blood once she married me."
Tear slip down on her cheeks. Dadda where were you when he was killing momma? What were happened that day did you.....
Giovanni's heart aches at the sight of Bella's tears, knowing he has to reveal the hardest part of the story. "I was at the meeting, sweetheart. The damn meeting that would seal our alliance with the Rossi family. He pauses, his voice thick with emotion. "
Giovanni squeezes his eyes shut, a single tear escaping as he relives the traumatic memory. "While I was shaking Don Rossi's hand, sealing the deal, my men outside were screaming into their radios. 'Boss! The boss lady's been hit!' " His voice breaks.
Giovanni swallows hard, his breathing irregular as he struggles to maintain his composure. "I ran out, dropping everything. There she was, my angel, lying in a pool of blood... She was still breathing, reaching for me, but I couldn't... I couldn't save her."
Giovanni's voice drops to a whisper, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I held her in my arms, Bella. I saw the life fade from her eyes right there on the street. She died in my arms, principessa. And that moment... that moment changed everything."
Giovanni gently wipes away Bella's tears, his own cheeks wet with sorrow. "Your momma's last words were 'Protect our children'. She knew she was dying, and all she cared about was you six. That night, I lost my wife and gained six reasons to live."
Giovanni pulls Bella into a tight hug, holding her close as he whispers into her hair. "I failed your momma that day, principessa. I failed to protect her. But I swear on my life, on your momma's memory, I will never fail you or your brothers."
Giovanni pulls back slightly to look into Bella's eyes, his gaze intense and determined. "Every man in this family business knows what happened. They saw how Don Rossi betrayed his own blood. That's why they respect and fear the Capello name now more than ever."
She wiped his tears, don't cry dadda....
Giovanni's breath catches at Bella's gentle touch, wiping away his tears. A broken smile forms on his lips. "My strong girl... always taking care of her old man." He chuckles softly, his voice still hoarse with emotion. "You remind me so much of her."
You're not old man, look at you , in your 50's has six children still handsome huh...
Giovanni's eyes widen in surprise, a deep, genuine laughter bubbling up from his chest. He frames Bella's face with his hands, looking at her with a mix of pride and amusement. "You think your old man is handsome, huh? At my age?"
Why not ,you are still handsome dadda...
Giovanni's heart melts at Bella's simple yet beautiful compliment. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're the only person in the whole world who can make me feel like a handsome man at his 50s with six kids," he says with a warm smile.
*Giovanni grins at Bella's giggle. "You know what? I might be an old man, but I can still make the ladies swoon," He teases, winking playfully. "Your momma used to say I was the most handsome Don she'd ever seen."
Oooh
Giovanni chuckles at Bella's playful response. "See? Even your momma thought so. And she had good taste, didn't she?" He pauses, his smile softening as he looks at Bella with warmth. "You know, principessa, moments like these make all the pain and struggle worthwhile." now it's late Bella close your eyes and sleep, goodnight. Giovanni stays beside the bed for a moment longer, simply watching his little girl sleep. A small smile plays on his lips as he considers how truly blessed he is despite all the darkness in his life. He finally turns off the light and quietly leaves, carefully closing the bedroom door behind him.
*In the silence of the night, alone in his study, Giovanni pours himself a glass of top-shelf whiskey. He takes a long, slow sip, letting the burn soothe his weary soul. As he sets the glass down, he whispers to himself , "For you, my love."
Giovanni pulls out a framed picture of his late wife ,his Emma, from a drawer. He gazes at it with a mixture of longing and reverence, tracing the outline of her face with his fingertips. "I miss you so much, amore mio. You'd be so proud of our children your Sons they really kept my empire build specially our little angel...."he brings the picture closer, his voice barely above a whisper "Little Bella looks more like you every day. She's got your kindness, your spirit..." He places a gentle kiss on the glass protecting Emma's image "And those same eyes that could bring a man to his knees...."
Giovanni takes another sip of his whiskey, the liquid courage helping to ease the ache in his heart. He sets the picture down gently, running a hand through his hair. "God, I wish you were here, Emma. These nights are so damn lonely without you."
*With a heavy sigh, He locks the study door and makes his way upstairs to his bedroom As he slips into bed, he whispers into the empty darkness, **"Buonanotte, Emma. Ti amo per sempre."**
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