Married to the Mafia: The Seduction of Calypso

Calypso finished the last touches on her appetizers for her cousin’s house party. She had some cannabis-infused and some regular appetizers. Calypso could not help but to inhale slowly the medleys of cannabis and chicken. The perfect combination for a part. She labeled the infused ones with the bud selection used, and began plating all of the large serving dishes. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, “Whew, these turned out amazing. If I do say so myself.” She knew these would be a hit, and for Calypso that was just the ego boost. She will need to make it through the night.

Because just like an Aquarius, Calypso hated house parties. More importantly, house parties with strangers, but she couldn’t turn down the money and the opportunity to help her cousin, Vera. She sighed as she finished the last tray wiping it clean with satisfaction. As she thought, “Well at least, I will have plenty saved up for classes when I get back. I need to get to the point where I can afford to pay my cousin two thousand to cater for a regular party.”

Calypso rolled her eyes, ” As if I would ever have that much just saved up.” She looked out the kitchen window at the large Rossi villa owned by Vera. Her cousin Vera and her brother Eli were from the Italian side of her dad’s family. To them, this was nothing but expected. She thought as she walked to her room to get ready. But to Calypso, this was all still foreign, having only stayed with Vera the past two years. This past summer, she went with them to Cabo, and now they were back for New Year’s. “At some point, I will have to get used to this life. I guess I will start with not embarrassing Vera at this party.”

That was a tall order, as Calypso was not used to these parties. Her mother moved her away from her father and his family a long time ago. Like moving to a small own in Georgia was better than being close to her father. As she took a shower before getting ready. She could not help but to think, “I feel so out of place, and what was the point. How far outside a Capo’s reach can you really get.”

“Not far, because one failed marriage, and here I am. Back in the middle of ranks, I could not even begin to understand.” A tear fell quickly from her eye before she could realize it. This was not the time to think about this. The sudden realization rushed her from the shower to get dressed. Her cousin Vera picked up a tight red dress for her to wear. Calypso felt every gasp for air in this dress, before it molded perfectly to her body.

Just as if she could sense her masterpiece at work, Vera busted through Calypso’s doorway. Her blond hair whipped as she turned to the target of her frustration with narrow eyes. “Alright! You’ve avoided putting on make-up long enough, Calli. You have been stalling.” Calypso sighed and rolled her eyes. She said, “Last time I checked, I came here to do a job. I’m not going to rush and serve bad food. You should know me by now.”

Vera stepped back for a moment, “Food doesn’t appear to be the only thing, you are going to be serving up.” She commented as she walked around Calypso like a shark. Vera sounded annoyed as she finished, “Well, it looks like we only have time for lashes and a red lip today.” Calypso smiled as she sat down at her vanity. It always made her giddy to play make up with Vera, and today was no different. As Vera finished Calypso’s make-up and frowned. “Ugh, there’s so much more I could do. You suck!”

Calypso looked in the mirror. Vera had matched her shade perfectly. Her cinnamon skin had a glow, her light brown, slightly hooded, and upturned eyes looked more mysterious with the lashes, and her full lips were pronounced and red. She felt like Rudolph. She asked, “Does the lip color have to be this red, Vera?” Calypso eyed her cousin. Vera scoffed, putting her hand on her chest. Offended, she said, “Sonya got surgery twice to try to get lips like yours. Be happy for what you’ve been naturally blessed with.” Calypso rolled her eyes. She said, “I’m sorry, you’re right. Thank you, Vera. You can slay any face.” Vera smiled. “I know I can. Now let’s get out of here.” Vera strutted out of the room with Calypso not far behind. Just like when they were kids. Vera was the oldest cousin and never got along well with Calypso’s half-sister. So, when Calypso used to visit, Vera and her would play all day. Calypso Marie was born to a Jamaican/Nigerian mother and an Italian father, and she never could understand the clash in cultures at that young age, but Vera and her never needed to.

Capos often had affairs, her dad being no exception. He met her mom at her grandmother’s Jamaican restaurant when her mom was 27 and he was 35. Calypso’s mom, Nakia, was Jamaican and Nigerian. Her dark skin glowed, and her features were strong. She was slim, unlike Calypso, but the curves she had flowed naturally when she walked. Despite Calypso being mixed, she looked just like her mom, which caused some questions in her father’s family about whether Calypso was his.

Her father always knew she was his because she had his eyes, a pretty hazel color that could look light brown and slightly green or, in her brother’s case, golden. When Calypso was born, her parents seemed so happy. Her father loved her mother’s carefree lifestyle, and they were all quite happy together until the day her mother saw him mercilessly put down a person in front of her at a dinner party. Her mother has never been the same since the incident. When her father realized her mother wasn’t coming back, he moved back in with his wife and two kids and continued to pay for her mother’s house but kept his distance, respecting her peace.

The cheering and music, growing increasingly loud, snapped Calypso out of her flashback. As they approached the side door to the lounge bar area of the villa. Vera hand was around her tightly, just like back then. She loved her cousins, but being around them always brought back these memories. Calypso sighed and light smacked herself with her free hand on her cheek, “You are at a New Year’s party in Cabo. This is the craziest event you are ever going to do to start your new year off. Don’t be a buzzkill.”

The worry left her as Vera looked back at Calypso with a smile. She said, “Squeeze my hand for a minute. Look at me. Trust me, if anyone tries anything, they know I will handle them personally. Now relax, the boys are not going to know what to do with you.” As Vera and Calypso stepped into the crowded living room, Calypso felt eyes on her the moment she stepped into the lounge. That moment, that would spark a shift in the path the girls would take. Forever.

Everyone had already started drinking. Illicit drugs were out, and people were trying and eating all the cannabis-infused appetizers. Calypso noticed most of the non-infused appetizers were still on the table. She sighed and thought to herself, “Well, I should have known, no one wanted sober food. I’m not trying to use up all my weed.” All of a sudden, a male voice broke through the crowd.

“What’s up, cousin!” Vera’s brother Elijah came up to give Calypso a clumsy hug. He already had white powder on his nose. He said, “The food is amazing. I hope you don’t mind I had the maid finish putting them out for you. Everyone is talking about it!” Eli turned and introduced her obnoxiously to the crowd.

He said, “This is Marie. She made the food. You may hear me call her Callie, but none of you other buttholes can.” Eli then fell back hard into the chair between two girls and slowly put his arms around them. Vera looked annoyed as her eyes. She looked at her brother and threw a pillow at him. She said, “You better not have done too much. Nobody wants to Narcan you tonight.” Vera angrily walked over to the table and did a line. Calypso didn’t know what to do. She thought, “Well, I can’t go wrong hanging out at the bar.” She walked over to the island, poured herself a shot of tequila, took a coke out of a cooler, and sat down by her appetizers. She wanted to make sure she could refill the trays if they were running low.

Calypso still felt a bit of anxiety. “Okay, loosen up. This night will go by quickly if you get into the vibe.” Calypso threw her shot back. She couldn’t really see her cousins. The room had gotten fuller in what felt like a short amount of time. The fuller the room got the emptier her dishes started to look. Prompting Calypso to prep more, as she came back and began refilling the entrees. Like something from her worst nightmare. She felt her feet skip from the grounds. Along with the awareness that she was falling backward. Till a pair of large hands wrapped around her waist stabilizing her.

“My fault,” sang a low sultry voice. Calypso was then turned to look into a pair of snakelike eyes. Brought out by a black mask and buccaneer hat. His lips had curled into a slow smile. Before pulling bag from his pocket and saying, “I got a party favor for your troubles.”

Calypso raised her hands up quickly putting a unbothered look on her face. She said, “I am catering, so I am staying out of the party favors.”

The man let her go as soon as he noticed she was balanced. He said, “Oh I am sorry. I did not mean to disturb your work. Keep doing a good job.”

This incident was followed by several others by various party guests. None with the same warm reassuring hands as the first one, but each one surprisingly friendly. Despite that, Calypso could feel herself getting overstimulated.

When another man came back for a third helping. His dark hair fell slightly in his face. Calypso unconsciously bit into her lower lip. How does Vera function around all these men. At that moment, he looked up at her. He rolled his tongue to catch the sauce on the corner of his mouth. It looked like he had inhaled the wings like a hose, and that made him slightly embarrassed. He asked, looking Calypso directly in her eyes, “These are amazing. Do you know what these are?”

Calypso smiled. She loved it when people complimented her food. She said shyly, “They are jerk and suya wings.” He licked his fingers in front of her slowly and smiled. He said, “So, you made these then? I’m sorry, I’m killing them. There wasn’t good food on my flight. So that amazing frame comes with the same cooking skills, huh?”

Calypso’s eyes widened, and the blunt statement. She shook her head slowly, a bit stunned by how he licked his fingers. His whole aura dripped sex and that was too much for Calypso. Calypso smiled, putting her hands up. She said quietly, “It’s not a problem. I have some more waiting in the oven. I better go get them, actually.”

Antonio had just arrived at the party with his brothers. His stomach was rumbling because their flight ran late. His second brother, Princeton, fixed his cuff link and adjusted his hat on his blond locks. His light green eyes looked cold as he said, “I am about to lose it today. We left at 6 a.m. How did we get here so late?” Next, walking in behind Prince, was the oldest, Michael, whom they called Mikey. He sighed, “Just don’t embarrass me. Vera is here. I’m going to try and lock her down tonight.”

Mikey eyed his brother, Princeton, whose impulsiveness often messed up their plans. He continued, “If you weren’t acting weird, we wouldn’t have been waiting so long in customs. We have plenty of days to sleep. What are you supposed to be anyway Robin Hood? We are rich, wouldn’t you be stealing from us.”

They walked into the villa, where the party was already starting. Princeton laughed as he tied his mask over his face. He said, “Oh you know I thought of Robin the hood, as in I took a cheap thing anyone could get, and made it into something designer. I plan to give it merrily bless all the party goers. Get them hooked on the next best thing before it becomes popular.”

Mikey shook his head with a chuckle already forgetting the stressful flight, “Let’s just try to have a good time, but remember we have to be at the meet up point early tomorrow. We don’t want to be late. El Scorpion rarely sees newbies to his area.”

Princeton spotted the snack table and said, “Yeah, I have to eat something, so I don’t get too messed up.” Antonio watched him walk toward the table before turning to Mikey, ’It looks like he is motivated at least.” Prompting Mikey to side eye his brother as well before saying, “Maybe you should eat something too, and stop being so cranky. He is trying, we need to keep trying. It’s just the sobriety.”

Antonio watched as Princeton was eating and quickly felt his stomach grumble in response. He let out a sigh before putting his hands in his long dark hair, “You might be right. Let me see what’s over there too.” Antonio walked over and began analyzing the food. He had to admit he was a picky eater. Antonio saw some dark red wings. He thought they could be buffalo wings, but their appearance looked different. He didn’t care at this point; he was going to try them. Antonio’s thoughts were disturbed by Princeton walking over and grabbing a few more wings.

He said, “I’m not going to lie, these are fire.” Antonio rolled his eyes, but he was not going to be kept from eating any longer. He bit into one, and his green eyes lit up with excitement. It was like he got smacked. He had started talking to the woman across from him and found out they were jerk wings, and he licked the sauce from his fingers after eating two more.

His brother tapped him on the shoulder as she said there were more in the kitchen. Antonio thought, looking at her, “Oh, so she’s the chef. That dress seems expensive for her to just be the chef for tonight.” Antonio turned around quickly to try and catch her name before talking to his brother, but all he could see was her retreating figure scurrying away. He raised an eyebrow. Her walk was kind of clumsy for an elite. He turned his attention quickly back to his brother. “What’s up? You should get some food in you before you start drinking.”

Mikey nodded, shoving something in his mouth. “It’s not just Vera here; there are a few of the Rossi’s, Mc’Connells, and a lot of other big names here. That can’t just be a coincidence, so keep your ears to the ground.” Tony’s eyes darkened. Mikey’s gut was usually right, so this put Tony slightly on edge. As soon as they could get serious, Mikey saw Vera snorting a line. He made a beeline to her.

Tony rolled his eyes. Mikey made absolutely no sense when it came to women. Tony poured himself a glass of whiskey and grabbed a few more appetizers on a plate. He didn’t want to get too drunk, too fast, now that Mikey had him alert. He went for a walk around the infinity pool where his brother Prince was passing out gummy bears. “You have got to be careful at these parties. It’s almost like a showcase for everyone to show them the new drugs they came up with.”

Prince was no exception. Tony was not trying to be tripping balls anymore. He was already coming off a heavy bender. Antonio wanted to take someone back with him, but the women there at the party, either had been with him already or did not meet his high standards. Antonio was a model-only standard type of playboy. He was taught to believe in quality, and he kept that a huge focal point of his lifestyle.

Antonio was scoping the scene when he realized he had finished his plate. Antonio licked his fingers, and the thought of the woman’s silhouette from earlier, flashed into his mind. He was going to the hookah area when he stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t help but think, “I bet that lady must bring out a bunch more trays because of me, and she was walking so clumsily in those stilettos they made her wear. I better go help.” Antonio then turned to head toward the kitchen.