Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

“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.

for all of ten minutes and left with a promise of shutting him up if 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

name, my sister too. Deno is the logical one, the future Capo of The Famiglia. He is patient and wise but can be

chooses to fuck and the choices he sometimes makes that seem cruel to most. I know different, and

to anything of our family. My father’s goodness all

when faced with a choice. Murder by option is her motto.

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

Of course not, he is Michael Stone, he doesn’t know forgiveness. He is going to make mincemeat out of

to get his hysteria out of his system so we may get down to

I’ve seen his kitchen, so I think you clear there.” Deno clarifies with that smile of his

youngest brother walks in with his iPad. He ignores the guy in the room and heads toward me. His face still in that tight scowl he left here with an hour ago when I

be choosing fuck all besides the color of the tie we will be wearing tonight, and even that is asking for

he started the rumor and told Lorenzo that he’d be next. I wasn’t opposed to marriage; in fact, I made two choices, the one is still in the pipe, and worth my efforts. The other

start the rumor knowing it will bug the crap out of us, Deno especially