All Chapters of IN THE CAPO'S BED: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LILITH POVChristie and I seemed to be hitting it off pretty well. I had thought the blonde petite woman would be someone I'd detest. You know, those nepo babies who got everything handed to them on a platter of gold because of mommy or daddy dearest and believed the world revolved around their ass? Yes, them.Christie was far from that. Not only was she beautiful, she was accommodating and overly thoughtful.Somehow, I couldn't tell how she had snagged the attention of someone in Giovanni’s circle. Giovanni was dangerous, and everyone associated with him would be too.Behind the playful façade that Theo was trying to portray, he was as dangerous as Giovanni, so I didn't think her groom would be anything less.Christie, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind about the company her husband kept, or maybe she was used to it all ready and prepared to live with such.She straightened from where she was sitting in front of the vanity mirror—we had left the celebration outside to check her o

LILITH POVMy head... It pounded, like someone had stuffed my skull with cotton and hit it with a hammer for good measure. My mouth felt dry, my throat raw, as if I’d be left in the desert and swallowed sand due to the lack of water.Blinking slowly, I tried to make sense of the blurry surroundings—a softly lit room with pale pink walls and a large, ornate mirror hanging above a dresser. The faint scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the cool touch of silk sheets beneath me.My stomach churned when I finally sat up, twisting in several knots. I glanced around the room—plush throw pillows piled neatly on a small loveseat by the window, curtains swaying gently as the breeze seeped through a crack in the glass. Everything about the space screamed femininity and comfort, but my body felt the exact opposite—weak and heavy like I was dragging myself back from the edge of oblivion.My eyes moved to the wall, and I saw several paintings, naked men with abs, a beach, and the shark p

LILITH POVThe once-celebratory atmosphere shifted abruptly into chaos. Screams echoed through the church as guests scrambled for cover, their footsteps and the clatter of overturned chairs reverberating through the sacred space. The air grew heavy with panic and tension, thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.I had followed Theo inside the church. This place seemed like a safe spot. We weren't alone. Xanthos, Boaz, and the other four men were with him. I didn't know their name yet, and I didn't care.Giovanni wasn't here, likewise Diamante. I knew he had run in the opposite direction from her, and for my life, I didn't understand why he had done that.He should be with his friends, with me! Yet, he had gone with her. A total gorgeous bitchy stranger. Maybe not a stranger to him.Heaving a breath, I paced to the window, peered out, and paced back to the couch in the room's center."Don't do that," Theo gripped my hand, stopping me as I made my way to the window again."Why?" I asked

LILITH POV"Did I do too much?" Christie slumped her shoulders, her face buried in her hands."Of course not," I shook my head, sitting next to her on the sun lounger.I gripped her hand to uncover her face.Her lips quivered, and she looked like she was about to cry."I know I chose this life. I know all these things would certainly happen; I mean wedding disruption, one of us dying soon..." she trailed off, laughing.Her laughter was tinged with sadness, just the way her eyes were."Hey," I said as I heard her sniffled.Christie shook her head, her shoulder heaving, "I'm sorry," she giggled, wiping at the tears gliding down her cheeks."I know I tried to make everything picture perfect than it really is. But can you blame me? I love Xanthos to death, but I don't want this life; I don't want to watch my back continuously while trying to make sure I don't get hit. I want to live as every normal being lives and not this pathetic wannabe perfection I try to show off..."This wasn't abou

LILITH POVI doubted there was an adjective I could use that'd do justice to describe this place. I mean, Theo never told me we were going to heaven when he spoke about us having lots of 'activities'. I know this wasn't heaven per se, but it looked and felt like a mini-heaven, and I didn't want ever to leave it.The soft hum of the boat's engine thrummed beneath my feet as I leaned against the railing. The breeze tugged at my hair and brought with it the faint, briny scent of the sea.I gripped my hair, holding it in place as I looked at the horizon. It stretched endlessly, awash in a fiery shade of gold and crimson, blending into softer streaks of lavender—a breathtaking display that felt almost unreal."Where is this place?" I found myself asking, my voice barely above a whisper. Even as Theo told me not to say anything, he said, 'Watch, feel, and enjoy,' and I couldn't help but agree. However, I was curious.Theo turned, a knowing smile lighting up his face. "This is Santorini at