Capri 3.5 (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

4. Morgan

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I rested in the back yard of this beautiful Spanish style villa in Monte Carlo. In one hand I had a scotch and the other hand I had my phone going crazy because of what was discovered in my ex-wife’s basement.

She kept calling and screaming for me to come fix it, and she didn’t know I wasn’t coming back to fix a damn thing until my name was cleared. How in the world did Jesse and David both end up dead?

I was really starting to regret getting into bed with those damn Chrome Vipers because they were broke bums. It showed just how broke and careless they were to kill their own.

Rich didn’t deserve what was done to him, but I continued to warn him. Continued to tell him that he needed to clean up who he kept around him. All he kept telling me is that everything was going to be alright, and he would make sure everyone kept their shit straight, as long as I continued to turn the other way with their businesses in Philly and Baltimore.

How the fuck could I look the other way when I wasn’t the district attorney there anymore? The new one wanted to do everything right, and wanted to clean up the streets, so shipments were being seized and their people were getting locked up.

What the fuck did they want me to do? How the hell was I supposed to step in without tarnishing everything that I was supposed to be building? The answer was that I couldn’t do it so someone had to be tossed off the ship, and I would rather it be them than it be me.

Martin’s name came across the screen, I quickly answered, waiting to hear something from his ass. He had been mighty quiet instead of in front of every media outlet trying to dispel these ridiculous accusations that were being tossed at me to tarnish my name.

“Yeah. I hope you’re handling this… that’s what the hell I’m paying you for,” I answered, already setting the tone for the damn conversation.

“Vincent, how am I supposed to handle this? There is freaking evidence… this could bury you.”

“I didn’t kill my damn nephew. I got my damn brother calling me, fucking relatives I haven’t spoken to in years reaching out… why would I kill him? Think, Martin, Christ!” Spit and scotch flew across my screen as I held it in my hand, screaming at it.

“I’m working on it—” I could hear announcements in the background, as if he was in a damn airport and not requesting a damn press conference about everything going on.

“Are you in a damn airport?”

“I have to fly to DC for a very important meeting.”

I think this fat bitch was purposely trying to get under my skin. “There’s nothing fucking important about anything you have going on you low life. My fucking life is hanging in the balance, and you have important meetings! How fucking dare you!” I continued to scream.

Security and the maids looked at me like I was a mad man, and to them I knew I looked like one. This was my life, and Martin was out here catching flights with no feelings behind it.

“I’ll handle it.” He ended the call, and I looked at my phone before drawing a deep breath and tossing back the scotch so damn fast that I got more in my damn eye than in my mouth.

“Ahhhh, fuck!” I hollered as I fell back onto the pool cabana I was in. How the hell could my life be such hell in a paradise like Monte Carlo?

Menace Caselli had rolled out the red carpet for me. I was staying at this private villa up on the hill with the most amazing view of Monte Carlo below. The masquerade ball was on a private island, and I was being flown in on a private helicopter and given my own suite in the huge mansion with the pick of whoever I wanted.

I spent last night in the casino with the money that was waiting for me when I arrived. Menace Caselli sure knew how to roll out a red carpet and show his appreciation for his clients.

Hell, I don’t think I would ever leave, even when my name was cleared up with all the mess that was going on. One of my maids came over quickly with white towels.

“Mr. Morgan are you alright?” she dabbed my eyes, as I took in her uniform, and how short the dress was.

Well, as best as I could see with my good eye. The other was still burning with scotch in it, but I saw enough. “I think I’m alright.” My hand ran up her thigh and she smiled.

“Housekeeping is off limits, fucktard,” I heard that deep voice and looked over my shoulder at Menace Caselli in the flesh.

He was dressed down in a pair of sweat shorts, white designer T-shirt, and a pair of Air Jordans. This man was worth billions, and you never saw him in a suit unless he needed to be in one.

You would have just assumed he was some local hood, that was until you were in the same room as him. Then, you realized his presence gave mafia God, or some shit.

Whatever it gave, it was huge, and this tattooed man scared me. I don’t know if it was the un-reassuring smile, or the way he rubbed his hands together seven times before he spoke.

Every single time he did this.

“You can’t put all this beauty in front of me and expect me to behave.”

He sat on the pool lounge beside me. “I expect all my clients to behave with my women… they’re family to me.”

I started laughing and stopped when I realized he wasn’t laughing. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Morgan, these women are my family. There isn’t much that I wouldn’t do for them. I would kill for them, give them the world, which I already do. Did I mention kill for them? They are well taken care of because they continue to make me and my family very rich… Case House is everywhere… worth billions.”

“You should be very proud. I mean, your father would be very proud of you,” I congratulated him.

“I like to think so… I talk to him sometimes you know? Have my chef set up a place for him at my table and sit and have a real conversation with him,” he spoke as he looked out at the view. “Never talks back, but I feel it in here.” He patted his chest.

“Case House is a well-established business, and you run it like one… your girls are well taken care of, and can hold their own at these boring events they attend.”

“I like to think so. Our girls are seen by our team of doctors monthly, and they are required to attend a few college courses because I hate dummies.” He went on telling me about how his girls were treated.

“Yeah… which is great.” I could admit that his women were the best of the best. Beauty, brains, and clean as ever. They were high quality girls, and didn’t need the money because they were taken care of.

They didn’t tolerate anything because Menace gave them too much free will. Which is how me and David ended up breaking one in. Menace liked to pride himself on knowing what was going on, and didn’t know one of his main girls left my hotel suite crying and sobbing.

I watched that video back way too often and was mad I didn’t bring that flash drive with me.

“Which is why I take care of my clients, too. Without them, there’s no Case House. Have you been enjoying your stay at Maison Case?” he spoke a little French.

“Absolutely. Can’t even imagine what the island is like.”

“It’s beautiful… my favorite home away from home. I’ve been given the ETA on ADA Browne… she’s your guest, correct?”

“Yes… between the both of us, I want to try and woo her on this trip. I feel like there’s something between us, and she’s stunning… you saw her at the gala, correct?”

“I have.” He didn’t give me any emotion as he stared at me so intensely that I had to be the one to look away.

“I’ve always been against dating the people I work with, but she’s a beauty and smart… a woman I wouldn’t mind having on my arm.”

Menace rubbed his hands seven times before standing up. “Well, we will roll out the red carpet for her as well. Maybe you should take her to the casino and check the town out.”

“I think that’s what we might do tonight… make sure to make up my bedroom for her as well.”

Menace paused and turned around. “She’ll have her own bedroom… come on, Morgan… let’s not be a fucking weirdo.”

I was taken back by his tone, but saw the way he rubbed his hands, and dropped it. It was clear there was something missing upstairs when it came to Menace Caselli.

“Yeah, you’re right… her own bedroom is better. I’ve clearly had too much scotch and sun.” I laughed.

Menace nodded his head. “Yeah, too much sun… as always, anything you need, they’ll assist you.”

“Appreciate this, Menace… I really do.”

He gave me a look before he disappeared back into the villa, and I leaned back in my chair.

Brandi: You are all over the news.

I looked at the message from Martin’s wife. With how I was feeling, I wished her freaky ass was here with me now. I don’t know what she saw in Martin, or how he handled her because she was a sexual demon that I needed and craved.

All I had to do is feed her compliments and she was ready for everything. Poor thing just wanted real love, and it was clear that Martin wasn’t giving it to her. I looked at the message, held the towel on my eye, and leaned back in my cabana, enjoying the sun until Capri Browne arrived.

My body shook when I imagined her in a bikini sitting pool side. It was going to take everything in me not to pounce on her when she arrived.

Everything.