Page 9 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Tomas, you’re important to the Cappola family; you’re a wise guy, an associate that works closely with the organization. Your work is essential,” I say, walking over to stand in front of his desk.
“It’s fucking bullshit,” Tomas growls, placing his hands on the desks as he leans forward towards me.
“It’s not my decision, and I need to go. No worries, I’ll see myself out,” I say, placing the crystal glass on Tomas's desk.
“Fuck,” Tomas yells, watching me walk to the door.
I shrug, open the door, turning to look at him before walking out of his office. I take long, urgent strides down the hall, tapping my black leather shoe heels out of the house and across the circular driveway to my car, my black BMW. I open the door, slide in, turning on the vehicle. My mind immediately thinks of the additional tasks that need to be taken care of tonight.
Fuckingtasic.
I look through the rearview mirror to see if Tomas's guards are still at the door. I roll my neck, closing my eyes; then I drive down the driveway out the gate and onto the road.
I need to go check in with the other Associate that runs the Sirens club; technically, I’m not supposed to go into the clubs; it’s one of the ten 'Mafiosi' Commandments. But I need to collect and check out the next target.
I usually get in and out quickly, but I want to take a few drinks in the VIP section tonight. I know that the club is always fucking packed, loud, and tons of motherfuckers.
A few minutes later, I arrive at my last stop pulling into the parking lot, parking at the back next to the exit. I pull the door handle, exiting my car, taking long strides to the back entrance. I walk into the club, looking for Cocci, the manager of the club. I pass down the employee's room, kitchen, stopping at the management's closed door.
I grab the doorknob, turn it, and push the door open, looking into the office for the son of a bitch fucking around.
“Cocci,” I say, stopping at the door looking at him as he shoves the young blonde from his lap.
“Get out of here,” Cocci snarls, slapping the young woman’s ass.
“Hell,” the girl grumbles, walking to the door flipping her long blonde hair.
I look at her as she stops to adjust her dress and walks out of the office. I close the door leaning against the door, crossing my arms, stoned faced.
“Dickhead, what are you doing? The Capo wants you to manage the girls, not to fuck them! Do you have the DETS for the next shipment,” I ask gruffly, walking to the sidebar?
I pour some whiskey into the glass, and then I take a long pull closing my eyes.
Fucker!
I can’t stand him, and I don’t know why the Capo has him managing the club. He’s totally a slimy son of bitch without any sense of code. How in the hell did he get to be an associate is beyond me?
Yeah, it’s above my paygrade, so I don’t have the fine details.
I finish the whiskey leaning against the bar lowering my eyelids focusing on his mug. I look at the crazy tic that he has with his right eye.
Skinny motherfucker is on my shit list. I don’t fucking trust him.
“Yeah, here’s the intel and the money,” Cocci snorts, handing me a small leather bag.
“Thank fuck,” I say, taking the small bag from his hands.
I unzip the bag to look at the money and thumb drive. I nod, shoving the bag into my black leather jacket inside my pocket.
“I need to talk to Bruno,” Cocci says, leaning back into his chair, raising his arms, clasping his hands behind his head, glaring at me.
Fucker!
“Yeah, I’ll let Bruno know that you want to talk to him. I need a drink; send me a barmaid to the VIP room,” I say, walking to the door.
I take long strides, sinking my black leather shoe heel into the dark carpet, down the hall into the VIP room, falling onto the black leather sofa. I run my hands through my hair, pulling off the black leather hair tie. I rub my scalp messy up my hair, closing my eyes.
I really need some whiskey to take off the edge.
