Page 22 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

Vincent and Rico walked in together with tired eyes. They were brothers, and they both oversaw all night operations along with clubs and private gambling that went on throughout the elite only. Vincent also took over enforcement structure when it came down to keeping things in line and flowing smoothly. Rico was a mastermind in the night club life, creating experiences of a lifetime while tripling the money investments poured into it.

Andre Baptiste was the second to last to step in wearing all black. Nobody moved inside Bonetti territory without Andre knowing who they talked to before they arrived. He had an entire team that hid in plain sight to overlook all operations. Last through the doors before we shut the room down was Big Sal dressed in all white with his shiny bald head oiled down.

Big Sal was the face of construction fronts, real estate expansion, and land ownership. He unbuttoned his navy tailored coat to let his big beer belly breathe before he plopped down across from Andre.

I looked every blooded man in the eye before sitting up and raising my hands.

“We have a guest today.” My eyes deadpanned on seven pairs of eyes that shifted immediately.

Guests inside this room meant one thing. Strategy was about to change.

“It’s someone I’ve been meaning to introduce since he’s been supplying us thorough men as protection,” I continued to sign.

Roy leaned forward slightly. Matteo stopped tapping his pen against the sleek black table. Andre’s eyes narrowed just enough to show interest without showing concern. They were all tuned in which was good. I didn’t plan on being here long since I planned on seeing about Lucille tonight instead of allowing her to breathe another day.

“Monster Decebal and his second in command, Brutus Powers, will step in shortly…” I slowly signed to be sure everyone caught on to each word I signed carefully. “In the meantime, I’d like to discuss the next set of business in our loan department and investments.”

Roy sat up and frowned. I was glad he was tuned in because this was mainly his expertise. Him and I worked side by side, funding side deals that we all benefitted from. Maniac was our recent investment that I already heard about going bad from word on the streets.

“Recently, Jeremiah Reed presented himself to me.” I paused from signing to allow Rico who leaned forward first to speak.

“Velvet Room Reed?” He asked in shock.

“Yes,” I signed instead of answering.

Matteo let out a quiet breath through his nose.

“He expanding too fast from what I hear.” He shook his head.

“He borrowed too fast with plenty of promises and profits, now he’s running his mouth about mafia business,” I corrected, keeping my anger at bay.

Roy didn’t move nor speak on it, but I could feel him listening harder than the rest. He’d already been inside of Maniac’s lounge and made contact with his daughter as a statement on behalf of the mafia. But from what I’ve been hearing in the short period of time since Roy left his lounge was that my Capo’s presence didn’t faze Maniac.

“He’s talking.” I signed calmly.

Andre’s jaw tightened.

“Talking how?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Telling people we can’t touch him…After giving him the funds he begged for.” I felt the corners of my lips stretch into a devious smile.

I loved when people thought the dumbest things. One of me and Roy’s specialties was showing a person just how misunderstood they had us in a deadly manner.

“He drunk saying shit like that?” Domino signed fluently.

“The nigga is fucking sober,” Roy finally let his voice be heard, taking over.

“Then he’s a stupid low-level Kingpin,” Vincent interjected, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve.

“He forgets who funded all the renovations at several of his locations already?” Domino used his voice since Roy was alert and ready to talk.

I sat back and watched my men put all the pieces to the puzzle together as I expected.

“He thinks the loan was charity; that nigga didn’t forget shit but who really runs shit in Cali,” Roy spat with fire dancing in his eyes.

“He also didn’t use the money for what he said he was using it for. I expect every dime returned plus triple interest,” I whispered through the pain.

“What he move the money toward?” Domino asked with a fixed frown contorting his face.