Chapter 4

[LUNA]

Loud sounds blared from the speakers as I entered the bar. Lights flashed and people filled the dance floor. The bar, as usual, is always busy, full of people eager to dance and drink. The atmosphere is electric, and the energy is high.

I slipped a wad of cash into the bouncer's pocket, and he grinned at me, recognizing me as a regular. "Thanks, Luna," he said, giving me a nod.

I returned the gesture and made my way deeper into the club. As a Caporegime, it was essential to know how to navigate any situation.

As I scanned the room, I could feel the eyes of the staff on me, all of them aware of who I was and what I represented. It was part of the job, and I relished the power it gave me.

Being a Caporegime meant knowing how to get things done, no matter what. And having the right connections was the key. That's why I made it a point to be generous to those who could help me, whether it be the bouncer or the bartender.

As I made my way to the VIP section, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was my domain, and everyone knew it.

"Hey, Luna, How you doin'?" Tyler Turner greeted me as I made my way to their table. Tyler was one of my most trusted crew members - tall, dark-haired, and devilishly handsome. With his impeccable suit and cigarette in hand, he certainly looked the part of a mafia member.

"I'm good, thanks," I replied as Tyler handed me a cold beer. Despite what many people assumed about me, I wasn't cold or hostile by nature. I was a kind person, but I also knew how to protect my interests. Cross me, and you'll quickly find out what I'm capable of. It's a trait that all Camorra members respected, and it's why I held a high position in the family.

"Travis Carter wants to talk to you," Tyler said, his voice dropping to a murmur. My interest was piqued. Travis was the owner of this bar, and I knew he wouldn't summon me without good reason.

"Why?" I asked, taking a swig of my beer.

"They're planning to smuggle thousands of bottles of wine out of Italy, and they need protection," Tyler explained.

I glanced over to where Travis was waving at me, and I nodded my head in acknowledgment. It was an interesting proposition and one that could be lucrative for both me and the family. But as with all things in this business, I knew there were risks involved.

I caught up with Travis midway, and he led us to a secluded area of the pub where we could talk. Tyler followed us. He was one of my most reliable subordinates for this type of business, and I trusted him to have my back.

"I believe Tyler already gave you a heads up?" Travis asked me.

"Yeah, you want us to cover you while smuggling those wines?" I confirmed.

"Not only that, I want us to be partners; business partners," he explained, "so if I have problems with invoices, checks, delivery, customers, or anything else, you'll deal with it. And those things we can't let the cops know."

"What's in it for us?" I asked, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"I was thinking 20% if that's okay?" he offered. I laughed, and he seemed perplexed by my reaction. I could sense his uneasiness from where I was standing. His avarice was reeking all over him.

"That's too small. We'll take 50%," I said firmly

"That's too high—“ he retorted. I sneered, cutting him off. I glared at him. His eyes widened as he stared at mine. His insides began to shiver as I began to show him a glimpse of hell - the eternal torture and suffering. Lucky for him, it was just 5 seconds. He felt terrified and traumatized. I smirked at his reaction. His body continued to quiver before he spoke, "Stop! Stop! Alright, 50! If that's what you want."

"Good. You made the right choice," I said, allowing a faint smile to play on my lips. "We'll take care of everything, from the smuggling to the logistics. Just make sure you have the money ready when we come calling. And don't worry about the police. We have our ways of dealing with them."

He nodded, still looking shaken from our exchange. I didn't blame him. It wasn't every day that someone got to see the full extent of my wrath. But I didn't feel bad about it either. In my line of work, you had to be tough and unrelenting. It was the only way to survive.

As he scurried off to attend to his business, I turned to Tyler. "Make sure we have everything we need for the operation. And keep an eye on Travis. I don't trust him completely."

"Got it," he replied with a nod, his loyalty unwavering.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to tune in to the atmosphere of the pub, sensing the emotions and desires of every person in the room. But before I could delve deeper, my phone rang, and Kylie's name flashed on the screen. I answered quickly and stepped into the restroom for privacy.

"Hey," I greeted her.

"Baby, are you at the bar?" Kylie asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Yes, I had some business to attend to," I replied, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. I don't even know why I'm smoking in the first place when I couldn't even feel or taste anything at all.

"I have a problem," Kylie said, her voice shaking.

I frowned and exhaled slowly. "What kind of problem?"

"Can you come over to my place? Please?" she pleaded.

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Sure, I'll be there soon. Just hold on."

I'm curious as to what her problem is. Well, she's not my girlfriend, but she is my best friend and a member of Camorra. And based on Camorra’s rule, the family should always be there for each other, especially when it comes to our co-caporegimes.

I got on my motorbike and rode right over to Kylie's place. Their mansion is as large as ours, with several rooms reserved for all Camorra’s high-ranking officials. It has a classy design with magnificent landscaping. As I walked in, one of their maids in black and white uniform greeted me.

"Where's Kylie?" I asked.

"Miss Kylie is inside her room, Ma'am," she answered. I nodded and went the extended stairs towards her room, which is the third room to the right.

I knocked first, then turned the knob and pushed the door open. I could already feel her presence. Her entire being was filled with lust and desire.

"Kylie?" I called as I peeked my head inside. I knew her problem was.

I decided to enter after not receiving a response. Kylie kissed me as soon as she placed her arms around my neck. I wasn't surprised in the least. This was something I expected to happen. She moved her lips, and I let her kiss me. I could feel her blood streaming through her veins and the sound of her heart racing.

"So this is your problem?" I smirked against her lips.

"Yes. I miss you. That's my problem."

I chuckled, and I kissed her back. Her scent excites me, but it's not enough to make me lose control.

I am not an ordinary human being, and this is no secret to the Caporegimes. My thirst for blood is undeniable, but my dad instilled in me a code of ethics that forbids me from feeding on human blood. Instead, I have learned to subsist on animal blood, and through years of practice, I have gained the necessary control to resist the temptation of human flesh.

Unlike me, Kylie is a human. The same goes for the other Caporegimes. Only my dad and I are vampires. However, we do not resort to hunting and killing people to sustain ourselves. My dad has lived for nearly a century, and I myself turned 28 years old this year.

As a vampire, I possess extraordinary abilities such as seduction and manipulation, as well as superhuman speed and strength that surpasses that of any mortal. Contrary to popular belief, we are not vulnerable to sunlight, although prolonged exposure may result in skin allergies.

Despite these powers, I have never used them to manipulate or harm members of the Mob. I remain committed to the principles instilled in me by my dad and continue to uphold them to this day.

Moving back to Kylie, she is not my girlfriend, but she loves me. I already told her that I'm not into relationships. I don't want to give my enemies a card to play against me. As a result, I never let my emotions get the best of me. If I ever fall in love, the Sinaloa Cartel may use that person against me. I don't want that to happen. So this is all I have to offer Kylie.

We had sex many times, but I never told her I loved her since my feelings for her aren't as strong as hers for me. I only love her as a best friend. But as I mentioned before, my brother Jacob loves her, and that caused the beef between us. It was known to all Caporegimes. Even though Kylie was aware of it, she had never given my brother a chance.