Chapter 4 Celebrating-02

An hour later, Vincent walked into the back door of his club with his brother and cousin right behind him. He nodded to the bartenders that were setting up for the night as Roco walked up to them. He still had his leather jacket on but seemed to have changed into jeans and his button up shirt that was more unbuttoned than not, from the tie and dress pants he was wearing earlier. "Vince, I have some paperwork that you need to approve for a few different orders we need to make."

He nodded before turning to the guys behind him, "I want you two to check in with security and make sure that everything is as it should be then meet me in the office," they both nodded before turning to head to do as they were told.

He led the way to his office, Roco stopped and ran into his office that was right across the hall, and grabbed the papers, before running back across the hallway and into his brothers. "Here you go," he said, handing Vincent the stack of papers. He took them from his brother and sat behind his large desk.

Vincent's office was dark and masculine. There was a large window that overlooked the dance floor of the club giving him a lay of the land as it were. He had made sure that the walls were insulated well enough that only a little of the bass from the music in the club was heard. Not being able to hear while making business deals was not a good thing. He had offered the office to Roco when he started running the club for him, but he had refused it knowing that the office was sometimes his older brothers sanctuary since their father wouldn't step foot in the club.

"Everything is going smoothly? What happened to your date?" He asked his brother without looking up from the papers in front of him. He scribbled his signature across a couple then went back to reading others.

Roco rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, I wanted to talk to you about something," he said gaining his brother's undivided attention with his tone of voice. Vincent stared into his brother's blue eyes that he had gotten from their mother and waited for him to continue. "There has been someone selling drugs in here. We can't seem to keep it out," Roco sighed. "We catch a guy every night and then there's a new one the next. I got a call on my way to the restaurant, that they caught someone again."

"And you're just now telling me this?" He asked in a deep tone that sent a chill of fear through Roco's body. Standing up, he walked around his desk. "I can assume that because you are busting them, they are not our men, so whose are they?" He barked loudly.

Roco shook his head, "we don't know. We have been trying to figure that out for weeks. I didn't say anything because I was trying to prove myself. I know that you all take me as the little brother that screws around and makes jokes. I wanted to prove myself," he lowered his head. He knew that he had let his brother down and he felt horrible for it.

Vincent took several deep breaths. He hated losing his temper with his youngest brother. He had given him the job managing his club because he knew that Roco didn't have the slightest interest in anything the Mafia had to offer. He likes to have a good time, so what was more perfect than the club. Vincent had really never expected him to take it as seriously as he had.

"My apologies brother," He laid a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I understand. Thank you for telling me now. We will spend the evening trying to get to the bottom of this," he walked back to his desk and took a seat to finish the pile of paperwork. Roco sat in the chair in front of Vincent's desk and rolled up his sleeves. Vincent looked up for a second before back at the papers, "new ink?" He asked his little brother.

"Yep," Roco popped the p. He looked over his own arms. They were the only place on his body, he had tattoos and he was nearly out of space. The women liked it, but he wasn't sure he wanted more. He was picky when it came to his tattoo's. His brothers liked to tease him about the amount of time it took for him to decide on one but he didn't mind. They were covered more than him, but that was their decision. He didn't see the point in getting something permanent on his skin from a dare, like Vincent had or the number of women you had been with or men you had killed like his cousin and Gio.

"How long did it take you to get this time?" His brother asked him breaking him from his thoughts. He still didn't look at him when he spoke just continued to read the papers in front of him.

"I've been thinking about it for about a year," he shrugged. Vincent scoffed and shook his head. "It's for Madre," he told him. "You know, since she is always saying we are lucky Jesus has such a sacred heart." Vincent laughed hard at his brother's explanation.

"No wonder it took you a year to get the thing. Madre is going to hit you," he told his little brother who sighed.

"See why I think these things through," he put his head in his hands. Vincent laughed harder.

"Just make sure she sees it after she has eaten dinner. After a few glasses of wine, she starts to like our tattoos... Sometimes," he advised. Rocco groaned, but said nothing and Vincent went back to the contract he had been reading before he decided to mess with him.