"And the other two?"
"For use by other members of your organization."
Yeah, that eye twitch wasn't going to go away anytime soon. "Just how manymembersare there in my organization?"
Vito glanced at Mateo.
I had no idea why.
"There are different levels inside the organization, Mr. Tony," Mateo explained. "In the upper level or inner circle are you, your underboss, or Vito, and his uncle, yourconsigliere. You also have your own security force which is twelve men. They work in teams of four on a rotating schedule."
"Is Boris one of them?"
"No," Vito stated. "Boris is always at your side. He's your personal bodyguard. The other twelve men keep you safe at home and when you are on the road. They are always around, but you won't see much of them. Boris, on the other hand, goes everywhere with you."
"Okay." I glanced back to Mateo. "Go on."
"Directly under the inner circle level you have threecaporegimesor capos as you Americans like to say."
"And what do they do?" I asked.
"They report directly to your underboss and he reports to you. They each run a crew of about twenty soldiers. They are considered middle management. At the bottom, are the associates or worker bees. These are people that are not officially part of the organization, but often work with us on different things."
"That still doesn't tell me how many people are in my organization."
"We're still dealing with the fallout from the bombing," Vito said. "Above and beyond the family, we also lost over thirty men, including one of yourcapos.We're still restructuring the organization and hiring more men."
"We had about two hundred people on our permanent payroll before the bombing," Mateo stated. "We're down to a hundred and seventy at the moment."
That was a lot of people.
"And all these people work for me?"
"Yes, sir."
I let that one slide.
"That number does not include your household staff, sir," Mateo pointed out.
My eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I have a staff?"
Mateo smiled and clasped his hands together in front of him like Boris had. "Your main home in Italy is a twenty-three bedroom villa, sir. You also have a vacation villa on Lake Como, an estate outside of Paris, one in Tahiti, and a penthouse in London. You have to have a staff."
I was never going to get used to being rich.
Chapter Four
~ Vito ~
Meeting with Vinnie Borelli was not the first thing I would have chosen for Anthony to do after accepting that he was the new head of the family, but I had no other choice.
If we didn't play nice, a war between the families could start. Considering Carlos Borelli, the true head of the Borelli family, lived in Italy, keeping things peaceful was a must.
And that meant showing respect.
I wasn't sure Anthony had it in him. He hadn't been disrespectful or anything, but there were some lines that you didn't cross when speaking to a mafia don and I doubted Anthony knew what they were.
"So, we're going to go in and pay our respects to Borelli," I started. "Beyond greeting him, I want you to let me do all the talking. Borelli knows you are new to your position so I doubt he'll ask you any deep questions."