Capo Ricco

by Harley McRide

  Capo Ricco

  Cosa Nostra

  Book One

  by Harley McRide

  Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

  © Copyright July 2016 Harley McRide

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  Dedication

  Wanted to try something a little different, and I completely fell in love with these new characters. I hope you enjoy my version of a Mafia family. I have several die-hard fans whom always are there to cheer me up, talk to me, and listen to my shit. So, until I make it through the list, each of my books will be dedicated to one of them, because they all deserve their own time to shine.

  Carole Laucevicius you brighten my day when I see your posts. I love your sense of humor and no matter how many times I threaten it; I will never defriend you!!!

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Books by Harley McRide

  Excerpt from Inferno

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Bella narrowed her eyes at the man who was standing in front of her desk. He really thought she was so stupid, so weak she would believe anything he said, as well as not kill him. He was wrong, she would kill him but only when she got the information she wanted. Her father would expect nothing less, and since she had been his only child, a daughter to carry on the Tomasi line. She just needed to prove that she could do it.

  “Ms. Tomasi,” the ignorant man said with a smile, holding his hands out. “You know it is impossible for me to do what you are asking. The Acciai family already own that land, they will never give it up for someone to build another casino so close to them.”

  She leaned back and glared, she knew this was the case, and really she didn’t give a shit. “They do not own it officially; you know as well as I do the woman who owns that property can sell it to anyone she pleases. The Acciai family has only forgiven a debt of her son’s in order to obtain the rights upon her death. I merely asked if we paid off her son’s debt, would she be inclined to sell us the property at a reasonable price. Your job was to find out how much, and if she was open to it.”

  The man grimaced. “As I said, it is impossible. The woman would not cross the Acciai family, she would know by doing so, it would seal her son’s fate as well as her own I would guess. She wouldn’t even talk to me without someone from the Acciai family there. I was not going to go against Capo Ricco Di’Midea.”

  “Oh please, I told you to offer her a new life, name, for both her son and her. I don’t know why this is so difficult? Ricco Di’Midea would have been dealt with had I known,” she snapped and turned her chair to look across the skyline of Vegas. Great, another person standing in her way.

  Her father wanted this, though he currently owned three casinos in Atlantic City and Lake Tahoe. He wanted his casino in Vegas to be the largest and she was going to make sure she got it for him. Their casino, which was called Rome, was big, it was popular, and it had one small problem, the view. The stupid junky pawn shop right across the street was an eye sore, one Bella wanted to get rid of. But it was where the woman’s dead husband had built and owned it for years before this side of the strip became popular. Now that is was, the land was worth a lot. They had asked her many times to sell. Bella had even used a little intimidation to help the woman make up her mind. However, apparently the Acciai family had stepped in. Which not only surprised her, but also will piss the hell out of her father. They hadn’t known of the deal.

  That was when she had sent this idiot to negotiate with the woman. He obviously wasn’t a good choice. His usefulness had worn out, thus making the seventy thousand he owed her due immediately. Then after finding out who the man really was, yeah, it wasn’t going to be a hardship on the world when she did what she had to do.

  “Ms. —” the man said and she held up her hand and shook her head.

  “No, I gave you one chance to get this sorted and I would erase your debt, you failed,” she said calmly then stood and walked around the desk until she was in back of the man. He showed his stupidity by not turning and facing her. She reached behind her to the gorgeous red wood credenza she had always loved and silently pulled the gun
from the draw and turned back.

  She was doing a public service, plus sending a statement to the man who had sent him into her fold to fuck with her. The bastard never learned, and she was more than ready to be the teacher with this particular asshole. How her father ever got into business with the man she will never know. But when she took over the head of the family, she was cleaning house, this shit had gone on far too long. Bella would never tell her father what she thought of the men he did business with when he’d been head of the family, but she had silently been marking the men she would refuse to do business with while she waited to take over the family. People in this town were going to quickly learn, Bella Tomasi was no one to fuck with, and she was also someone who knew the difference between right and wrong, and even if her methods may be illegal, she still fell on the right side.

  “I can try…” he said and she chuckled. Still not looking at her, he really didn’t see her as a threat.

  She raised the gun and pointed it at the back of his head and pulled the trigger without flinching.

  As he fell to the ground she calmly turned, walked to her office door, opened it, and walked out. “Get the cleaners in there before I return,” she said as her secretary jumped up and nodded his cute little head. He was so eager to please, she thought as she went to the elevator and pushed the button.

  Chapter One

  Ricco Di’Midea stood in his office overlooking the strip. Italia was the name of their casino, it was huge, popular, and the best casino on the strip right now. This was all he ever wanted, right here. His brothers? They forged their own path with the Ops Warriors MC. It was not the life for him, but he respected the hell out of them and their club. His brother, Zeke, had been the one who they assumed would take their father’s place as Consigliere of the Acciai family, however, when he had refused, Ricco had been named as the replacement. To get there he had a lot to learn and to prove. He was more than ready for the job.

  Being a Capo first was the way of the family, you began as a soldier, which he had at the age of eighteen. It hadn’t bothered him, he wanted to work for the Acciai family since he was a teen. It was all he knew, and all he ever wanted to know. He went to college, got his degree in Finance and while during that time he was a soldier for the Acciai family, doing what Marco Acciai, the head of the family, wanted. Mr. Acciai was the new generation of the mob, the old ways were fine, but they were also very bloody, his boss liked to walk the line, with very strict rules on what the family was involved in and what they would never be involved in. Ricco had felt the same way, so taking this job had not been difficult.

  He remembered when his brothers had called and asked for a favor. Ricco grinned, it was the best time he had in months going to El Paso and fucking with the cartel who killed Fling and Sunshine’s kid. Pissed him off that some motherfucker would hurt a kid in order to get to their parents. This was one thing Ricco did not do. He dealt with the person who had fucked up, innocents should never be held responsible for someone else’s actions.

  He grinned when he thought of Georgie, she really was adorable. If he didn’t respect the hell out of Fling, he would have tried to get her into his bed. She was entertaining, however, her family? No, they were what nightmares were made of. The night Boomer and Georgie hit Vegas, so did her family. Ricco was certain there was a picture of the Roarks in every single casino up and down the strip. They were wild, but lovable, still there was no way in hell Ricco would put up with that. When they left a week ago, Ricco had been relieved, he really didn’t want to have to need his men to go and talk to some of the managers of the casinos around town.

  Georgie and Boomer had disappeared into the suite he had provided them, and if it weren’t for her family showing up suddenly, Ricco was sure he wouldn’t have seen them for a few days. As it was they had surfaced, and he had to smile when he thought of Mrs. Roark and her hints of getting hitched while in Sin City. She had even gone as far as hiring an Elvis impersonator to come and perform the ceremony one night during dinner. Boomer had been gracious but firm, hence why there was no celebration before they left. He sighed and looked around the skyline. Sin City, a perfect name for the place, and yet it was still home to him.

  He had plans, big ones, and also ones he knew he could accomplish. It wouldn’t be hard, he thought, most of the town was corrupt, and even if he cleaned it up a little, which he intended on doing, it would be an improvement. What the town lacked was a leader, someone in the casino world who wanted this town to rise to what it had been, only in a much better light. There would always be illegal shit going on in this town, but still, they could be classy about doing it.

  “Ricco?” his head soldier, Raphael, said from the door. He turned and looked and nodded with his head slightly. “We have a problem.”

  He faced his second head on, they were similar in size, although Ricco was slightly taller standing at six foot three, and his shoulders were wide, which many women told him he looked like a football player. Apparently that was a body type now. But where Raphael had brown hair, Ricco’s was black, and his eyes were piercing gray. Some women called him handsome, however, he didn’t see it, nor did he care. He looked Italian, that was what he was proud of. Ricco had a jacket hung over the back of his chair he used only for meetings. Right now, he was wearing his standard attire: black pants and a black close fitting dry-fit tee which was comfortable.

  “What problem would that be?” he drawled as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. Bad habit that could kill you, so could a bullet and that was more likely in his line of work so he didn’t give a fuck. He took a drag and waited.

  “Bella Tomasi just showed up at Mama B’s Pawn Shop, she is asking to speak with Lucinda about her property,” Raphael said and Ricco’s eyes narrowed and he nodded.

  “Have my car brought around, I will handle this myself, let Marco know as well. This bitch has gotten on my last fucking nerve; it is time to finish it,” Ricco said.

  “Which Marco?” Raphael chuckled. It had been a running joke since Marco the soldier had been brought into the family with the same name as their boss and every time the name was used the question got asked. It was funny the first few times, after, not so much, so the soldier Marco had been labeled Polo. Who said the mob didn’t have a sense of humor?

  “Polo would be the correct one,” was said over the shoulder as Ricco stalked out of his office, he nodded to his secretary who said as he was walking by she would cancel his appointments. The man who ran the elevator for them on this floor was a security man, had it waiting for him. He crushed out his cig in the ashtray by the elevator, then he nodded and entered, pushed the down button and waited. During the short ride, he mused at how everyone seemed to jump when he moved. He hadn’t yet figured out if it was because they were intimidated or if they were being respectful, he knew what he hoped, which was the latter.

  When he stepped out into the lobby of his casino, he looked around and his employees nodded and made sure he had everything he needed as he walked out. They weren’t scared of him, he had never treated them rudely, they were loyal because that was what he expected from everyone who worked for him. He hired all of the managers himself, vetted them, and treated them with respect. What he got in return was a staff full of men and women who knew what was expected of them, who knew exactly who he was, and they didn’t blink an eye. His casino ran smoothly, mostly because of who he was. He didn’t lead by fear, he led by example. He worked with his people, he knew the head of the cleaning staff, whose name was Rosie, was a single mother with three kids, she worked hard, and when she had a problem, she came to him.

  Rosie had a son who after his father died took a turn. He was disrespectful and was getting into trouble, one of them being a gang. Rosie came to Ricco, and he handled it, his own way. But right now, since her son, Miguel, was the one who was holding open the car door for him and nodded to him respectfully and closed the door when he got in. Ricco thought he had done pretty fucking well with that lesson, and he
was also sure the gang in question had learned as well since they had left the city after his visit. It was like that for all of his staff, they all knew they could come to him no matter what and he would help them as long as they understood, he did things his way, which was the family way.

  Lucinda was his as well. Bella Tomasi just didn’t know it, but she was about ready to find out. Ricco knew her father, knew what he wanted, and Ricco also knew, he wasn’t going to get it. Yesterday he had called Mr. Acciai and told him the situation with Bella making waves, he was going to handle it by speaking to her father. This had not worked, apparently.

  His boss was old school; Ricco knew Mr. Tomasi was the same. The two men went way back, they weren’t exactly friends, although at one time or another they had come to an agreement to stay out of each other’s way. This agreement had never been broken until Bella had come to town. She was tough, and he respected that, but he wasn’t going to lose an inch of land, so she had better be prepared to move on.

  Ricco had only seen pictures of her. She was beautiful that was true, her long black hair and her blue eyes were her best features. What he liked was she wasn’t model thin and pretentious, no, she was full-figured and from what he heard she was a straight shooter, in every sense of the word. Since coming to Vegas a few years ago, she had gotten the nickname Black Widow, which didn’t bother him either. What did bother him though was she had grown her father’s business in Vegas. In the past they had been on opposite sides of the strip, now, after her father had built his large casino called Rome two blocks away, they were a little too close.