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I smirk. I actually thought that was far from the truth. While he never had time for Mimi, he didn’t like her hanging out with a bunch of guys. I got it, completely understood it. I wouldn’t want my daughter hanging out with a bunch of hormone sex crazed next gen mobsters either. It was just the way he always looked at us, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Same as her working for us at the sex club. I knew he must have raised hell when he found that one out, and I knew he blamed me because it was me who gave her the job.
Really though I didn’t give a shit what the old geezer thought. His little girl was all grown up and mine. She was my girl and he’d just have to fucking deal with it. I would have loved to see what his face would have looked like if he’d seen me last night with her.
“Hey, whatever you do… just watch your back okay?” Vincent adds bringing the seriousness back to the conversation.
“I’m watching my back man. It’s yours I’m worried about,” I point out.
“Don’t worry about me. You see me… I take care of you guys. I’mcapo, you stay out of trouble. I deal with it. You stay out of trouble and I sleep better at night. Keep to the books and the club and I’ll watch the streets.” He smiles but I know there’s more to his words than he lets on.
Everything he says is evidence of his inner thoughts and I know because I know him.
We’re all close in different ways. Vincent was close to Frankie, and whether Gabe likes to accept this or not, he bonded with Nick because he was always getting in trouble.
I’m the middle child. The observer. Mostly the loner. The one in the middle that could go left or right. Most of the time I watch and I see what’s happening. Right now I see fear in Vincent’s eyes. He likes to think he can control everything and when he finds out he can’t it rubs him the wrong way. Like now. I can tell this Fontaine situation has gotten to him more than he’s showing.
“Vincent, you know it doesn’t always have to be like that. You keep treating me like your kid brother and I’m far from it. I’m way past that.”
He lands a hand on my shoulder and gives me a curt nod. “You are my kid brother. Please… just do what I ask. Be careful and keep your woman close. I don’t know what’s going on with the streets and… I always know.”
“Okay,” I agree and he smiles.
I know it’s always best to agree when he talks like that. Get involved when I’m needed. That’s why I’m always ready.
Always prepared for something.
* * *
Work hard and play hard.
Today was a hard day. Now I’m in my playground with the guys in the VIP lounge. From here I can see everything.
The music blares and it’s packed on the dancefloor. I swear to God we could charge a grand a ticket and it would still be packed like it is now.
People come for the crazy sex I’m watching from above. The music is wild and below me looks like a massive orgy. There are people having sex on the sidelines all along the levels going up as far as I can see. And even the people on the dancefloor look like they’re all having sex, although they aren’t.
We have a new DJ who’s trialing and I’m definitely keeping this guy. The people love him.
He’s good because he’s distracting me.
I don’t know when I became this person where I’m watching the clock.
Mimi was supposed to be here ten minutes ago and she’s not here. I don’t know what that means and Nick and Christian are annoying the fuck out of me.
Both are talking shit about fishing like they’ve ever fished in their lives.
Nick thinks he’s suddenly become some expert because Mia’s father took him on a fishing trip.
“You have to use elk hair for the bait,” Nick says.
“Live bait is best,” Christian answers, shaking his head and I roll my eyes.
“Guys fucking shut up, you both suck and don’t know shit,” I point out and take a draw on my cigar. Blowing the smoke out in a ring I stare at Nick who’s glowering at me.
“Do you know?” he throws back.
“Fuck no, neither do you. The two of you are annoying the shit out of me with fucking fish and shit. We’re supposed to be listening to the DJ.”
“I already said he was good,” Christian chimes in with a laugh. “What do you want me to do? Give the standing ovation?” he scuffs at me.
