Dario's Jewel (Darios Empire 1) - Page 2

“Yeees.” she answers sarcastically. Pain in my ass.

“Doris, what do we know about the young lady that just flew out of here?”

“Not much. She didn’t leave a forwarding address or a phone number I am afraid.” Shit!

“What about a social security number?”

“You know we don’t ask for that until they are hired.” I can feel my blood pressure skyrocketing. How the hell did I let her slip through my fingers? Dario you dumb fuck. Now I have to get my men on it.

“Scar, I need you to find a girl named Jewel. Last name Canter. That is all I have on her. Make sure the men know not to fucking touch her if they find her. The first one to lay a hand on her loses the hand they used. Understand?”

“Yea boss. I am on it.” We call him Scar because of the scar running from the left side of his head across his whole face. He got that in a gang fight when he was 16. Everybody died...except him. Bet you can guess why. Oh. Did forget to mention that I am also an undercover Kingpin?

I run the biggest underground syndicate organization in this state. Hell, probably in three states by now. I started when I was eighteen, running underground fights and shit. When I began making money off that, it turned into investing in strip clubs. All while going to law school. Obviously, I didn’t need the money, but the rush. I spent my whole life being a good boy, making sure I did nothing to make my family look bad, so this was my rebellion.

During the weekend, I would sit in my clubs, listening to other mob bosses talking a table over, letting all their information spill like no one was listening. I used that shit to my advantage, taking them down one by one. None of them ever suspected until it was too late. By the time they saw me leaving, I had control over all of their bullshit versions of syndicates. I eliminated ninety percent of them. You know, the ones who thought their...experience...if you will, meant fuck all to me. Well, they soon learned it didn’t when the fucking hogs were feasting off their corpses. It was time for them to be taken care of anyway.

One by one, I picked out the bad apples from each of their organizations, the ones still running their mouths swearing allegiance to the dead fucks rotting in hell somewhere. Yes. They got eliminated too. I kept the ones smart enough to keep their head down and their mouths shut. In exchange for their loyalty, they each received a new cartier watch and a ring branded with my insignia. Only a few of my people, the ones who came up with me, know the watch and rings are chipped with listening capability and GPS. Only to be activated, should we get wind of a coupe.

By the time I finished law school, I was the leader of the biggest crime syndicate in the state of Florida and one other state. Yea. I have people everywhere. I am also the highest paid corporate attorney on this side of the country. Partly my last name. The other part is my talent for back door handling. Not that illegal shit. Well, when it comes to my day job. No. I wouldn’t embarrass my family like that with everyone watching. I just know how to snag the opponent without them seeing me coming. Much like how I came to own the night. Which is why this one fucking slip-up on my part is killing me.

I sit back in my chair, holding my head, feeling a migraine coming on. Knowing I have no migraine medicine at home, since I don’t normally have this issue, I decided to call it a day. “Doris I am leaving early. Please transfer all my calls to my cell.”

“You got it. Have a nice day.” I don’t acknowledge her as I walk into the elevator. I inhale and fuck if it still doesn’t smell like her. I squeeze my cock, telling him to calm the fuck down since she is nowhere in sight. This is going to be a long fucking night.

“Click, to the corner store before home.” I say to him, the sound of his cigarette lighter clicking open and close as he whistles making the pounding in my head worse. He goes to get the door once we pull up. “It’s ok. I got this. I am carrying tonight.” I tell him not wanting him to make it into a big deal about me not letting him come in. I am barely in the door when the smell of berries hits me, I hear the store owner yell and feel a soft body run into me as she tries to get past me. I grab her arm, making sure she can’t move. “How much does she owe you?” I ask the owner, not looking at her, knowing if I see the fear on her face from this fucker, I am going to cap his ass and then Slick is going to have to find a way to fix it.

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