Chapter 5: I Have A Lot Dark Secrets

Chapter 5: I Have A Lot Of Dark Secrets 

Adriano 

I was at the office in The Emerald Lounge since it won't be open until later tonight. I can have some peace and quiet here, I have a meeting with some allies. They have proven themselves useful to my empire long ago back when my father was still running point on everything. My father loves running the casinos, he made me serve my time in the military, the same way his father made him serve time. Then he spent years slowly passing every responsibility onto my shoulders until I stepped up from underboss and became the Don and the youngest one yet.

My father is more my consigliere, my council and advisor and one of the men who can challenge my decision and opinions. My father ended up with a son and two daughters so now I am the Don and my father's brother's son, Robort is my underboss and Kelvin is one of my Capo's but honestly he is more like my left hand man. He is usually with me doing something directly for me even though he isn't technically family. He is a made-man, though, he had taken the oath of silence and I trusted him with my life back in the military and I still do now. I know he is as tapped in the head as I am, I know he does what needs to be done.

My empire isn't a small one, The Caputo Group of Company owns nightclubs, sex and bdsm clubs, restaurants, casinos and waste management companies. That was a whole separate thing but one very useful operation. The Emerald Lounge nightclub was the first official business that I had taken over entirely when I was out of the military so I guess that's why I tend to come here as my main office space.  I am always all over the damn place, running point on everything even though I am the boss and can have others run everything beneath me. I am a control freak, a perfectionist, a nightmare for anyone who fúcks with my shit. I oversee everything all the time.

Kelvin swears I will burn out but he knows damn well I excel in everything I do. I was top of my class in the military and sought out by the Navy and joined the special forces training. I became the top of my class in that too. I am physically very fit, mentally a solid walk and aggression is my approach to just about everything. I am in the kind of work that takes everything by force. I live for this shit though, I am damn good at it. I have the five legal businesses as the perfect operational front for my illegal business. I have some people who run import, export and shipping companies. I have friends in very high places.

Being in the military special forces, I have a lot of deep dark secrets and a lot of special friends, billionaire politicians and other elites, you have no idea. They couldn't stick a rico charge on me in this lifetime. The Caputo family is too strong now and I can't claim that I built it either. My grandfather and his father before him have been involved in organized crimes for decades back when the mafia openly ran a muck in the street and controlled everything. Now we do it more quietly just as dangerously though.

In the office, I was behind the heavy desk while Kelvin was across from me in the leather chair. He was slouching while lost in thought.

“Where is your head at?” I asked.

If we were meeting Velvet Vipers later then I need him forced, a distracted head is a deadhead. He snapped out of it and fixed the lapels of his coat.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about what I should do with my sister.” He waved me off. I leaned on the desk and ran my thumb over my rough chin.

“I told you she can work for us, a bartender isn't involved in the lifestyle and you know it.” I said.

“I just don't want Jessica involved with anything relating to organized crimes, legal or not.” He snapped, knowing I was about to make that exact point.

The Emerald Lounge is a fully functioning legal business, the underbelly stuff is not noticeable to a common employee.

“I was thinking of asking Chase if he has got anything for her to do around the shop.” He said and stood up from his chair, pulling his phone out and I frowned.

“Why him?” I asked and he shrugged.

“It is where we get our tattoos, he is a very close friend of mine and they aren't involved with the mafia.”

I guess I saw his point but I don't know why I wasn't a fan of the idea. I kept my mouth shut though because it was none of my business nor do I want to make it my business. I have my own shit to run.

I was surprised when I heard that his little sister would be moving to Baguma. I have known Kelvin since my first special forces training when we were put in the same group, that was at least eight years ago and I only ever saw the girl once. I know his family history, though he was always scarce on the details of his sister and how she was affected by any of it. I know he got shifted once and told me how guilty he felt for leaving her to fend for herself at a young age. I don't think I know how she got out of the household or what she has been doing since. Again, not my business.

Although Jessica Smith is drop dead gorgeous whether she knows it or not, sweeping lashes and muted forest green eyes make her look sexy without trying to be. She wears a middle part and her hair long, fistable and she has the perfect imprint lips, juicy but not overpowering to her straight button nose and other dainty features. She has an elegant neck and the kind of bone structure one sees in magazines. I know I sounded ridiculous saying that but it was the only way I can describe her. It was her body that kills me, not overdone by any means but she has ample perky breasts and an hourglass figure where her hips, thighs and backside are curvier than her petite upper body. It makes her look throwable.

She is my best friend and third in command baby sister, so I wouldn't go there but trust me when I say I would fuck her into next week if she wasn't. She looked like a high fashion model with an airbrush perfect face so I can see her doing well in the design business. She just needs to open the right door, I can open those doors for her but it is not my business. I guess that leaves her to Chase and his twin who own the tattoo shop where I get all my tattoos done. 

“What are we doing tomorrow? Chase was asking to meet her first. He thinks he can help me out and find her some work around the shop and keep an eye on her for me too.” He said, looking up from his phone and I was already typing into my laptop so I was looking at him when I responded.

“Tomorrow is fine because the day after, we have shipments.” I reminded him.