Page 57 of Capo

Nineteen

Luciano

For a moment we got close. I don’t do close. It’s not why she is here.

That night I spank her ass until she whimpers. I hate-fuck her throat, ravaging her, taking out my frustration on her flesh, and still it’s not enough anymore. I want more. Sex to me has been violence, force, my cock spearing every hole a woman can provide. Suddenly it feels empty, despite the roaring releases she gives me.

In the morning I get her off. Chloe is like clay in my hands. She writhes, gasps and moans, arching into me, her sweet-smelling, sleep-warm body mine to hurt and please. She’s with me and still she isn’t. The deadline I gave her is approaching fast and soon I have to live up to my promise of cutting into her brothers. Thing is, I’m not really feeling it anymore. I’ll lose her. I’ll lose this, whatever it is.

Then everything happens at once and my life explodes. Right after I’ve locked the door to my private wing, Nathan calls from New York, saying he’s found Christian and he’s on his way to fetch him.

Still clutching my phone, processing the turn of events, I find Eric in my office, Ivan by his side. They dart up as I enter.

“The shit has hit the fan,” says Eric.

“Nathan found Christian,” I say and fall into my chair. Dropping my phone on the desk, I push my fingers through my hair and sigh. I’m too tired to think straight. My mind is all over the place.

“Where the fuck was he?” Eric pulls off his jacket and hangs it over the backrest of one of the guest chairs before he sits.

“I don’t know yet. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Eric looks dead serious. “There was a shooting a couple of hours ago. Our casino at the back of Blossom.”

I sit up straight, suddenly all ears. One of our illegal gambling clubs, behind the facade of a regular nightclub. We’re making serious money out of it. “Details.”

“They left a message,” says Ivan. “It’s the Russians.”

“What was the fucking message?” I growl.

Ivan folds his large paws on his lap. “‘The town is ours’, sir.”

“What the fuck are they, five?” I sneer.

Eric shrugs. “Toddlers with some heavy fire power, then. They shot everybody. The cops are all over the place. We’re gonna be exposed. I don’t know how to sort out a mess of this scale.”

I clench my jaw. “Define ‘everybody’.”

“Bouncers, bartenders, croupiers, waitresses, even the girl in the wardrobe. They let the guests go.”

I shoot to my feet. “What the fuck?”

Eric throws up his hands. “I’ve relocated Anna, sent her to Bianca in Chicago. The town isn’t safe anymore. This is serious, Luci.”

I rub my face as I pace the room. “Where are these people holing up?” I snarl. “Get Matteo here. He needs to organize intel. Did he hit town yet? I’m gonna need Luca, too. Get them here.”

Ivan nods. “Matteo got here yesterday. He came by, but you were in a meeting. I’ll get Luca.”

“Surveillance from the club?” I ask.

Eric nods. “We have people looking at it right now.”

A red haze of rage rises in me. “Fuck!” I shove all the contents on my desk off it with one sweep of my arm. I’ve had a couple of good days, but with me there’s always new shit. Eric and Ivan look at me, impassively, neither of them rattled by my outburst. “Look at the fucking tapes, find these people and shoot every last one of the motherfuckers! I want them wiped off the face of the Earth before morning.”

“Might not be that easy, Boss,” says Ivan.

“Fucking hell! Where’s my fucking family? Get everyone here!”

“It’s only Matteo, sir,” says Eric quietly.

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