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Chapter 1
Domencio DeLuca
“Bosco, it’s a simpleanswer.”
“Mr. DeLuca, I don’t know what it is that you are asking of me,” Bosco cries as strands of his ponytail slip from the holder.
My men have him dangling over the dock on my private bayou in the furthest part of my estate, away from my house. I was born and raised on the bayou. Fishing, crawfishing, and catching alligators runs deep in my veins. My daddy taught me, and his father did the same with him. When I was younger, I promised myself that when I got older, I would have my own bayou. A place I can go to, to clear my head. To make it authentic, I added two male alligators David and Goliath.
I am a Capo, Boss of bosses that’s very powerful in my DeLuca family. We are known throughout the States and abroad. For three generations we have run Louisiana. New Orleans is where they ruled with an iron fist, but once I took over, I moved our headquarters to Shreveport. Don’t get me wrong, I love the city, but shit was changing there.
Overnight it seemed like the politicians, the cops; even the ones in our back pockets, were watching us like hawks. As much as I hated to leave New Orleans, I knew it was time to relocate.
Shit has not always been easy with rivals trying to take over and such. I have had issues with the law, or bullshit from within the organization with disloyal members, like this shit here. Bosco Filn. Bosco, once one of my top guards got way in over his head at the high roller table at the casino. Granted, I do own the casino, so at the time I allowed him to receive advances on the table when his luck started to go south. I’m an equal opportunist, so when he vowed to pay back the money he owed, I took his word for it. Well, it’s been six weeks and this piece of shit has yet to pay the fifty-six grand owed to me.
Every time I would call him about his debt, he’d say he’ll have it within a few days. Well, that shit is over.
“It’s simple to me. I fronted you the money because you said you would pay it back with interest but along the way, you forgot about our arrangement,” I reminded him. “Bosco, my money is the closest thing I have as a child, and to me you have abused my child...how would you have me handle the abuse?”
Pleading for his life, Bosco begs, “Mr. DeLuca, if you let me go, I can get the money to you within the next hour.”
Glancing over to my Second in Command and best friend, Batista Rengould, I check to see if he believes the words that are leaving Bosco’s double-sided tongue. When he slowly moved his head from side to side, I got my answer.
Reaching into the pocket of my suit jacket, I pull out my Benchmade 535 Bugout pocket knife. Bosco’s eyes widened as I released the blade.
“Please Mr. DeLuca, it doesn’t have to be like this. I have your money. I beg of you to think about my family,” he cries.
Pointing the tip of the knife at him, I growl, “Did you think about my family when you decided to steal from them? I’ve given you six weeks to repay what you owe me, and you haven’t. I like to think I am a fair guy Bosco, since you did not uphold your end of our arrangement, it’s your fault that you have ended up in this position. And as for you family, you have none. No one is going to miss you.”
Bosco starts to scream and yell. I tune that shit out, walking over to him.
“Arms,” I commanded my men.
As I started slicing his right wrist, blood spewed, and my dick got hard. I started on his left wrist, and he screamed louder. I almost came with his screams of terror.
Looking at David and Goliath who are waiting for their next meal, I tell my men, “Feed my gators.”
At my command they throw a wailing Bosco in the water. His screams don’t last long as the reptiles tear into his body. Seconds later, the red water is calm with the gators gone and their bellies full.
“Are we playing in the high stakes game tonight at Blue Bayou?” Batista asks, referring to the casino I own, as we leave the dock. We get into my two-seater Can-Am Defender 500 ATV.
From the passenger side I look over at him, then reply, “No, we’re not going to play. We’ll just sit back and see how things play out.”
“Got you” Batista says before cranking the engine, putting the ATV in drive, then taking us back to my house.
As we pulled up to the house, multiple people who I didn’t know were congregating around my pool, living it up with drinks in their hands. Some women are topless, shaking their tits in guys’ faces. I might be wrong, but it looks like a few couples are getting busy in my jacuzzi. That motherfucker will have to be drained and scrubbed down before I step foot in it again.
Felicity Andrews, the woman I’ve been dating for the last four months is dressed in a thong bikini laughing her head off as she walks the edge of the pool with a bottle of my best Cognac in her hand. She pours it into the mouths of the partygoers in the pool as if they were baby birds waiting for their next feeding.
This wasn’t the first time she pulled some shit like this. This is why I don’t like serious dating. You have women who assume that if they are holding the position as your girlfriend; they can do whatever they want. In my business, I have rules and one of them is to not bring people I don’t know to my house. Shit, if I even knew them, you needed to check with me to see if it’s alright. This is the second time in one month Felicity has done this. The first time, I gave her a pass, but I don’t believe in second chances, so her ass has got to go along with all these idiots.
Hopping out of the ATV, I stalk towards Felicity. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
She giggles before taking a swig of the liquor. “Dom, relax. These are only a few of our friends who came out to party with us.”
Glaring at her, I responded, “No, these areyourfriends not mine. I told you earlier I had business to take care of tonight and didn’t want any company.”
Felicity continues to laugh, saying, “Regardless, if they are my friends, yours, or ours; they’re here now, so let’s just enjoy the moment.”
