Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 10

“I’m telling you, man, he makes the devil look good when he’s pissed. I don’t know why I did it. Well, I kinda do know, I was curious, and I thought breaking into Michael Stones shit will be so cool. But when I saw the money, fuck man, they say he has a couple of billions, he has way more than that. I didn’t think he’d mind it disappearing. I was going to put it back after a week, I swear to you, Marco. I just wanted to make a few quick investments and a big turn, then put it back, I swear.”

I tilt the bottle, staring at the amber liquid moving to my will. It has no choice but to do as I want because the bottle holding the liquid is a puppet in my grasp. Like all material things in my possession and those not so material things, it shows its potential when put to use. In the case of this bottle of great alcohol, its use is to allow me to borrow happiness from the next day on days like these.

In the case of the man yapping away, well, humans all have many uses. Each man to their own. But this one is a bit more special, a rare find.

He just doesn’t realize it yet. I do, and is the only reason why he is here begging for my help. Lured to me by a sick fuck, Roberto Cavalier. My hands have itched to kill the Capo since I was twelve, the first time I set my curious gaze on the fucker. But he is loyal, so he stays alive, for now.

It always fascinates me, how easily humans can be manipulated even without pulling any strings. You just have to have a good marketing strategy in place.

My surname comes with an 88% guarantee of success. My first name attached to it, though, well, that leaves the 12% of failure a non-existent thought left at the door when you enter my office to talk business. I never fail, especially when I have a piece on the board. I am a greedy man, and I always win in the long game.

“He is going to kill me if he found out what I did. No, no, no, no.” He grips his messy hair that is spiked in some goth look the youngsters are going for these days. His purple top hangs loose on his long lanky body.

The kid is pale, and probably can’t throw a punch to save his life. Pulling at his scalp, he wears out the red and gold Victorian carpet in my office, pacing. He’s been this way since his arrival, two hours ago.

Leonardo in typical fashion, stayed for all of ten minutes and left with a promise of shutting him up if he didn’t zip it by the time he was back.

Deno smiles, watching the new entertainment as he sits on the edge of my desk. His suit jacket lays across the rustic sofa on the other side of the room. The glass that was filled with three fingers of Brandy now sits empty next to him on the dark wooden desk.

My brothers all have a part they play in keeping our family name, my sister too. Deno is the logical one, the future Capo of The Famiglia. He is patient and wise but can be a ball-buster when he wants to get his message deep in your head.

Leonardo is short-tempered, my father’s perfect replica, but where my father is all about the game, Leonardo stands for more. He is more than the whores he chooses to fuck and the choices he sometimes makes that seem cruel to most. I know different, and one day I am confident he'll find his way.

My sweet sister, dear darling Anya, the rule-breaker who refuses to conform to anything of our family. My father’s goodness all wrapped into one.

Yet, even she can’t help the evil lurking in her blood when faced with a choice. Murder by option is her motto.

And lastly, our Lorenzo, the youngest of my siblings, the one good thing we have done in our family. The normal brother, the vigilante who wants to save the innocents and help his little clan of friends. Lorenzo, my loyal brother, and the reason why the others are so fucked up. Ironic, but it is our burden, not his. A choice we made a long time ago.