The Kiss Of The Don 1 (Romantic Suspense) (The Famiglia Serials)

by Lee, S. K.

  “Enzo!” Sean said when he saw him. “You gotta stop man, seriously. You can’t keep banging chicks in our club, this isn’t a motel.”

  The way Enzo carried himself indicated he was perfectly comfortable and at ease - it wasn’t the first time he was paying a visit to Sean in his office.

  “Not my fault, man. Look at the kind of people who come here! That’s the kind of audience you attract. These girls are WILD… They’re rich and they don’t care; they just want to have fun. There are no rules for them, they do whatever they want!”

  Sean raised his brows. “Do you realize you’re talking about yourself? That’s exactly the way YOU are!”

  “You should tell your boss to open a special area for customers like me - he’d make lots of money. 50% of the men in here are single; the remaining 50% are married and happily cheat on their wives after they leave this club… Don’t quote me on the exact numbers, but you get the idea…”

  Sean frowned and leaned back in his chair. “That’s not my problem, Enzo. People do whatever they want OUTSIDE of this club. But when you’re inside, you have to respect the rules! If you want to play with these girls, just take them somewhere! Go to a hotel, I don’t know! You have money man! Bring them to your place or take their number, whatever… I don’t care, but stop using our restrooms to empty your balls! We’ve received several complaints from angry customers, I’ve told you already…”

  “And I told you, these guys were pissed because they couldn’t do what I did! They struggled just to get the girls’ attention, they’re losers. Don’t listen to them…” Enzo said calmly.

  “But that’s not the point!” Sean slammed his fists on the table, sending a few sheets of paper on the floor. “Can you stop being so egotistical for a second? I should have kicked you out many times already but I didn’t because…” Sean paused and couldn’t finish his sentence.

  “Say it, Sean… Say it! Why didn’t you kick me out already, uh?” Enzo said, still keeping a neutral face.

  Sean lowered his voice. “Man, that was an accident. We talked about it already. That guy was reckless and we had to beat the shit out of him. One of my men went too far… Shit happens, bro! But we never wanted to kill him. I’m not a criminal, Enzo - I’m just trying to do my job. I got bills to pay, and a family. I don’t want no problems man…”

  Enzo kept silent. In these moments, silence was a powerful weapon that he knew how to use to his advantage.

  Sean felt the need to keep talking. “Okay, Enzo… I’m grateful for what you did that night to cover-up everything but…”

  “I didn’t do anything. My dad did.” Enzo interrupted him.

  “Fine, fine, I’m grateful for the help of your dad. But I can’t let you do anything you want like that. You’ve got to help me. Just party like everybody else! Have a drink, dance, hook up with some chicks, get their numbers and leave - just do things like normal people! Stop fucking in the toilets, my boss will fire me if he knows!”

  Sean seemed genuinely frustrated and Enzo didn’t want to be a pain in the ass. He exhaled loudly like he was doing him a huge favor.

  “Okayyyy… I’ll be normal for tonight.”

  “No no no… Not just for tonight - all the time!” Sean rectified.

  “Alright. Peace.”

  They shook hands and Enzo returned to his table, where Chris was waiting for him.

  “Where the hell have you been, bro?” Chris asked him. “I saw this girl coming back to her table but I couldn’t find you!”

  “I was in Sean’s office…”

  “The security guy? Why?”

  “Forget it, that’s not important. Hey let’s celebrate your transfer to Miami!”

  Chris laughed and brought his finger to his lips. “Shhh man, I told you that’s not official!”

  “That’s okay, now it is!” Enzo called a waiter. “Bring us a bottle of champagne, we need to celebrate.”

  “Cristal, sir?” The waiter suggested him.

  Enzo shook his head. “No, I want to change… Armand De Brignac this time… Actually, bring me two bottles.”

  A few minutes later, the waiter came back with two beautiful, golden bottles of champagne with the famous ‘Ace of Spades’ logo on them.

  The waiter handed the bill to Enzo, but Chris tried to take it.

  “I got it, Enzo.” Chris said.

  “Shut up, it’s on me.” Enzo replied, taking the bill from the waiter’s hands. He took his leather wallet and flashed his black Amex Centurion to pay.

  Chris patted him on the back with a smile on his face. “Thanks, man! You’re the best.”

  Enzo gave him one bottle, and popped open his own. “YOU are the best! You’re the champ! Cheers!”

  They both laughed and finished their bottle in less than fifteen minutes. The music was good and Enzo decided to follow Sean’s advice. He went to the dance floor and just danced with random girls, without any second thoughts.

  He was wasted. He didn’t care about anything - he just wanted to have fun. Life was good. He approached a couple of girls and danced with them, without trying to go any further.

  Chris was having a good time as well; he was busy kissing a girl who had recognized him and wanted to have her moment of glory with a famous athlete.

  Eventually, they both returned to their table with a couple of girls to keep them company. Chris ordered another round of bottles and Enzo took his black card again, ready to pay.

  “Don’t even think about it, man…” Chris said with a smile, gripping Enzo’s wrist so he couldn’t take the bill.

  “Thanks…” Enzo said.

  “It’s cool, man.”

  At the sight of his black Amex, the girl next to Enzo approached him and took him by the arm. “Is that a Centurion?” She asked.

  Enzo put his wallet back in his jacket. “Yep…” He said without looking at her.

  “What do you do for a living?” She asked him.

  “I make money…” He said without paying attention to her.

  She giggled and looked confused. “That’s not an answer… Everybody makes money from their job! I make money too in that case! Come on, tell me - what do you do?”

  I’m a trader, bitch. My job is to make money…

  He rolled his eyes - that girl wasn’t interesting at all. He disconnected and ignored her completely. She didn’t even seem upset and immediately changed her focus by turning to Chris.

  Enzo knew this type of girls. He knew she’d started a conversation simply because she’d seen his black card. For these girls, going out was like a big lottery where they expected to win the jackpot - a rich and single man who’d become their sugar daddy.

  He looked around and suddenly felt tired. Not physically, but somewhere deep inside. He couldn’t explain it but it didn’t feel right. Without any particular reason, he realized he was bored.

  The party was great but somehow, he couldn’t enjoy it until the end. He’d had enough.

  “Hey Chris, I think I’m going to leave, man. I’m just going home, I need to sleep.” He said to his friend.

  “What? Come on, old man! Stay! We’ve got champagne and we’ve got hot chicks, why you want to leave? What happened to you?”

  “It’s okay, Chris. Just stay and enjoy, I’m done for tonight.”

  “Really? Too bad, man… We should go out again before I go to Miami!”

  “Definitely! Okay, see you. Take care.”

  Enzo stood up and was ready to leave, when a tall and ugly man in his 40s approached him.

  The stranger put a hand on him and squeezed his traps, that little muscle between the neck and the shoulder.

  “Get off me, man! What do you want?” Enzo said, pushing him away.

  “My friends told me that you’ve fucked with my girl?” The stranger said with a strong Russian accent.

  “Dude, I’ve fucked a lot of chicks in my life. You’ve got to be more specific.” Enzo said to provoke him.

  “They saw you getting out of the
toilets with her.” The Russian said.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Don’t mess with me, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

  “Oh wait a second… Yeah I remember now. You’re talking about… Brandi? Sorry dude, she didn’t mention about you! She probably needed a real man to satisfy her…”

  “You little piece of shit!” The face of the Russian turned red and he grabbed Enzo by the shirt, raising his fist in the air.

  Hands in his pockets, Enzo remained perfectly calm. He saw the blow coming but didn’t even bother blocking his arm. He knew he wouldn’t need to.

  The Russian didn’t know how to fight - his stance wasn’t solid and the amplitude of his arm was way too wide to be dangerous.

  A pro would have punched him with very short, compact and almost invisible blows but that guy was doing the exact opposite. He was literally telling him ‘Hey, look at my fist! I’m going to hit you in the face!’

  Enzo flexed his abs to keep his balance and threw his head forward, right in the middle of the Russian’s face. He completely smashed his nose and knocked him out instantly.

  The poor guy fell on the floor unconscious, his face covered with blood.

  “Wow wow wow! What happened Enzo? Are you okay?” Chris said as he jumped on his feet.

  People started to scream and the DJ stopped playing the music. The whole club was totally silent when the security staff arrived.

  Sean was leading them, ready to rumble.

  “My goodness, Enzo! You again! What’s wrong with you?” Sean said, totally helpless.

  “I didn’t look for trouble, Sean. This guy came to me and wanted to fight. What did you want me to do?” Enzo protested.

  Sean turned around and quietly told his men to leave them alone. “That’s okay, guys. I’ve got it. And tell the DJ to keep playing his fucking music…”

  Then, he looked at Enzo and crossed his arms on his chest. “Let me guess… You banged his girl, right?”

  “I had no idea, man. She didn’t say anything. It’s not my fault if she’s not faithful.”

  The DJ started playing the music again and Sean had to scream to be heard.

  “Maybe you could avoid that kind of situation if you simply STOPPED doing what you do! I should call the police, you know that? But I’m going to give you one last chance… You know what I’m going to tell you, right?”

  “Yeah, no need to tell me. I was going home anyway…”

  “Yeah, go home… and never come back!”

  Chapter 3

  Enzo was outside the club, wearing his black Carrera sunglasses, waiting for the valet driver to bring him his car - a black Bentley Continental GT.

  He wasn’t too happy about the way they had kicked him out of the club - even though he was leaving anyway. Enzo liked to be the center of attention but not THAT kind of attention. He would have preferred a more discreet exit, instead of being seen as the bad guy of the night.

  Enzo wasn’t a troublemaker. He wasn’t always popular due to his extreme confidence and cockiness, but he would never look for trouble. Despite his flashy lifestyle, Enzo knew how to keep a low profile.

  It was a matter of survival.

  He’d learned a while back - ten years ago to be exact - that his name could be his passport to the grave. Not everybody knew who he really was; actually, very few people did. But enough of them were aware of his background and were more than willing to get rid of him.

  Over time, Enzo had learned to distinguish what kind of people were most likely to be a threat. It was pretty simple actually; it was just a matter of hanging out with the right people. And that also meant, going out to the right places.

  However, it wasn’t an absolute guarantee and occasionally, he would meet someone who knew who he was. Therefore, Enzo had to learn how to fight - not professionally, but he knew enough to save his life in case of an emergency.

  He’d been trained by an employee of his dad, Hubert Morray. That guy was the cook in his father’s business, a French restaurant. But he was also a veteran street fighter and had moved from France to fight underground in Québec, before settling down in the United-States.

  But fighting wasn’t Enzo’s thing. He wasn’t a coward but he didn’t need to use his fists to prove he was a man. For him, money and social status were more powerful ways to convey his manhood. It also attracted more interesting people in his life, so it was definitely a better option.

  The loud roar of the V12 engine made the ground shake and indicated his car was approaching. People waiting in line to get in the club immediately turned their heads to look at the beast and its impressive 22 inches wheels.

  By the looks on their face, Enzo could tell they were impressed and admiring - and he liked it. Those people were not part of the beautiful people community. They were regular men and women trying to get a piece of the action. They’d probably received invitations from friends of friends to taste how it felt like to be rich and now, they knew - it felt amazing and it was out of reach for them.

  See you, losers…

  The driver quickly opened the door and got out of the car - the service had to be fast and effective. But he acted a bit too hastily and he inadvertently scratched the door with the buttons of his sleeves.

  “Jesus! Can’t you pay attention?! Come on, look at what you did! Who’s going to pay for that now, uh?” Enzo yelled at him.

  He was very attached to his car and took great care of it. The Bentley was always clean and perfectly shiny. He would never eat or drink inside, too worried about the smell or the stains on the leather.

  The valet driver looked terribly confused and desperately rubbed the scratch with his fingers, hoping it would go away. “I’m sorry Mr. Fancelli! I’m really sorry!”

  “So what are you going to do about it?” Enzo said with a strong voice, removing his sunglasses.

  “I have to call the head of security, sir… I’m really sorry.”

  Enzo threw his hands in the air. “You mean Sean?? Fuck it, man… Come on, out of my way, forget it. I’m out of here…”

  Enzo pushed the driver to the side and put his sunglasses back on. He got in the car, slammed the door shut and lowered his windows. Then, he turned on the music, playing one of his favorite songs, ‘All I Do Is Win’ by DJ Khaled, and slammed the gas pedal, making the wheels squeal loudly and leaving a thick wall of smoke behind him.

  He took sugar free bubble gum in the glove compartment and started chewing loudly, bobbing his head up and down to the music and singing along.

  All I do is win win win no matter what!

  Got money on my mind, I can never get enough!

  The streets were pretty much empty and Enzo was driving fast, clearly over the speed limit. He had no idea where he was going. At first, he’d intended to go home but now, he felt like he needed to end up the night on a more positive note.

  He stopped at a red light and sent a text message to Nikki, an air hostess who was more or less his friend - a friend with benefits, actually.

  At the moment, she was the only regular girl he saw but their relationship was very clear - no feelings, no strings attached. Nikki was always busy traveling and had no intentions of having a serious partner. Enzo was her back up plan and she was his booty call when he felt lonely. It was a win-win situation for both of them.

  The light turned green when she called him back, and Enzo lowered the volume of the music.

  “Hey Nikki, what’s up? Where are you now?”

  “Hey… I’m not in New York, I’m in Los Angeles. You wanted to see me?”

  Enzo felt slightly disappointed. “Yeah, kind of…”

  She giggled. “Come on… I know you miss me… Why don’t you just say it - repeat after me; I.want.to.see.you! It’s not that hard…”

  Enzo wasn’t in the mood. “Don’t do that… You know the rules, don’t start playing with me. I’m not your boyfriend.”

  “I know the rules… I just want you to be hon
est! Just tell me you want to see me instead of acting like you don’t care. It’s not going to kill you, come on…”

  “I don’t need to say it! You know why we see each other, that’s pretty obvious…”

  “Yeah, but I’m still a woman you know… I need to be treated well and sometimes, you make me feel like you don’t respect me… ”

  Enzo exhaled loudly. “There we go again!”