All Chapters of Bound to the Capo: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AKIRA "Did you hear what I just said?" My father's tone was sharp with frustration, and I sighed. “Yes. I did.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Then why do you look like you couldn’t care less?” That prompted an incredulous look from me as I turned to him. He knew how I felt about my marriage to Makena, and I was about to remind him when he spoke again, saying he knew I still had to learn to love her, but he expected me to care. My father had just learned from Makena's family that she had been abducted. They claimed that a strigoi did it. Apparently, the creature murdered her father's men and kidnapped her. They were now asking for my assistance in rescuing her from the strigoi and capturing it, and I nearly scoffed when my father told me the story. First of all, a strigoi? Really? There were no strigois after the purge. Not in our generation, and Makena's father must have been drunk, high, or simply attempting to conceal the fact that his spoiled daughter had gone missing on his

AKIRA I was back from the meeting with Pedro and Mel Di Corvo, which, despite its icy undertones, had gone well. It was the first time I’d been that close to Mel, and he was everything I expected and worse. The Di Corvos looked down on everyone else, as if we were ants crawling at their feet, and they didn’t hide it either. They still carried on like they were still kings, even though they were not, but I guess they were, since we were stupid enough to let them rule us still, just in a different setting. Mel embodied that arrogance with a kind of calm that made your blood boil. He moved as though he were untouchable. Val was no different when he was alive. Stoic, condescending, and always looking like he was doing us a favor just by breathing in the same room. Mel confused me, though, because rumor had it he was adopted into the Di Corvos, yet he acted like he was the blood heir. He acted worse than them. I’d seen him speak to our fathers like they were pups barking at h

MAKENA We jumped to our feet, Val quickly grabbing his shirt and putting it on me, as the sound of doors opening and closing echoed outside. Exchanging a single glance, he used his vampire speed to dress, and we both dashed for our belongings. We slipped out the back and leaped over the fence just as we heard the front door swing open. "That was close," I murmured as we landed on the other side, hiding behind a tree. We watched as flashlights shone through the broken windows, and the men's voices carried through the night as they argued about who had been inside. From this distance, I couldn’t tell if they were human or werewolves, but Val identified them as wolves. “Do you think they live there?” I asked quietly. “I doubt it,” Val said. “They’re probably just using the place like we were.” “Do you think the park’s still wet?” “Yeah. Let’s head to the alley. I don’t think the rain reached there.” “What about those guys, Val?” I remembered the guys who were the reason we left

MAKENA “Documents?” I whispered, to which Ren said yes, thinking of how Val suspected not having them would be a problem. But we had no idea how to prevent it. Sure, people could always get new documents on the dark market, but we didn’t know anyone here. We had no idea where to start, and things like that cost money. Money we didn’t have. Thinking about it made me wonder if I could ask for a small advance to help Val and me find a place to stay. Back home, I used to see our staff ask for pay advances, so I knew it was possible. It wasn’t safe for us out there, not just because of who we were, but because of the conditions, too. And what was I supposed to say when they offered to drop me off at the end of my shift? Where exactly was "home"? But first and foremost: documents, pleading with Ren to give me the job without them. I looked up at him, about to begin the plea, when Snow whispered something else in my ear. She asked what if he disagreed? She suggested something else,

MEL “What the…” I muttered, abruptly sitting up and switching on my bedside lamp just as my bedroom door burst open with a loud bang. “What the hell, Mel?!” Elysia screamed, storming into the room and, before I could manage a word, she grabbed my favorite painting off the wall and hurled it across the room. I jumped out of bed, rushing to restrain her just as she charged toward my stereo amplifiers. Glancing toward the doors, I prayed they had swung closed, and relief hit me when I saw they had. Otherwise, the whole damn house would’ve heard her. “Fuck! What the hell are you doing, Elysia?! What is this?!” I yelled, still holding her down, and she said I lied to her, confusing me. “You lied to me again, you traitorous piece of shit! Why the hell is he still alive?! Why is Van still breathing?!” Shit, I realized what she was talking about. I had hoped I’d have until morning before she found out. “There was a problem. It had to be delayed.” “Don’t lie to me!” She shrieked, thrashin