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“Okay.” I jerk my head to the door to ease some of the sadness that’s radiating in the room. “Now go tell your man that you are moving in.”
She shakes her head, groaning as she points at me with a small smile on her lips. “If this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”
“You can blame away. But I get the feeling that it’s all going to work out exactly how it should be.” I frown, not sure whether it’s Selena I am talking about now or me.
Waving, she moves toward the door, stepping outside and leaving me alone. Glancing down, I sag when I see the two small bags that currently hold all my worldly possessions. It’s pathetic really.
But as long as I have my freedom, it’s all I need.
Chapter 25
Nico
Isit in my office at The Executive Club, my eyes focused on the computer in front of me. I watch as Ocean walks around the apartment I moved her into. She doesn’t know about the cameras that I had installed in every room and never will. I want to be able to watch her whenever I get the urge.
Would she find it creepy? Probably.
Do I care? No.
It’s obsessive and maybe a little overkill, but it’s for her safety also.
Christopher picked Ocean up - along with her measly belongings - from the shitty place she called home and dropped her off about two hours ago. I have two of my men situated in the lobby and one of my most trusted guards, Gio, will be living in the apartment next to hers. I have assigned him as her personal security. Not that Ocean is aware of what I have done, and again it will remain that way.
I watch as she moves to the bedroom, pulling her tank top over her head and revealing her perfect tits. I groan, my cock twitching in my pants as my eyes rake over her beautiful body. My hands move to my belt, and I begin to unbuckle it. Desire heats my blood, the need to jerk myself off as I watch her take inher new cage a living breathing thing. I am about to do just that when my office door is pulled open, and my papà strides in.
My eyes narrow, my hand leaving my belt as I make quick work of closing my laptop. Lowering himself into a chair, his cold gaze shifts to my computer before coming back to me. “Son,” he greets with a smirk, but I see the tightness of his jaw.
“Papà, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I smile, but it’s forced. He is a perceptive bastard and no doubt he thinks that I’m hiding something from him with my reaction to him entering my space. I am. But it’s probably not what he thinks it is.
“Well, for one, I thought I would come and… wind down, and what better place to do that, than in my son’s whore house.” He grins, making me resist an eye roll. Yes, thefamigliaowns brothels, but no, The Executive Club is not one of them. This Club is high-end. He knows this. He is just trying to bait me.
“And?” I say rolling my wrist for him to continue.
He pulls a cigar out of his pocket, bringing it to his mouth. Reaching across my desk, he grabs the box of matches and lights up. Taking a pull on the Cuban, he inhales before blowing out a thick cloud of smoke. His gaze settles on me. “And the Bratva? Are you any further forward with your investigations?”
Leaning back in my chair, I run a hand through my hair. “I am. I was going to set up a meeting with you. I have found out who the other traitors are. Turns out, Federico was working with two of our other soldiers to feed information to Vadim Mikhailov.” I tell him, the information I just learned earlier today.
He watches me, his eyes turning to slits. “And why wasn’t I informed of this?”
“Because, like I said, I was calling a meeting. I only found out myself, just hours ago. I have the rats, strung up in one of our safe houses in Brooklyn and being guarded by trusted men. We need to make a stand. Make a show of killing them in front of allour soldiers so they know not to step out of line. They need to fear us. Understand what will happen if they turn against us.” I reply, my voice calm.
Leaning forward, he stubs out his cigar in the ashtray, his dark eyes coming to mine. “I have taught you well. You will make a goodDonone day Nico.” The compliment should make me feel good, but coming from a man like Lorenzo Marchetti, I know by now not to take it to heart. “Have an arena set up in one of our warehouses. Spread the word, I want every man in thefamigliapresent when we kill those rat motherfuckers. Make the arrangements.”
I nod. “Consider it done. Now why don’t you go downstairs and relax? I will have Leo set up the best seat in the house.”
He chuckles, running a hand down his tie as he pushes out of his chair. “Do that, but in a private room. And have a half dozen of your best girls in there to entertain me and my men.” He licks his lips as my stomach turns, knowing full well what he is saying. He wants a girl or two, to fuck for the night.
I grit my teeth, biting back what I really want to say to him. “Head on down. I will arrange it for you.”
***
“Christ, your papà is an animal.” Dante whistles when he saunters into my office. I grit my teeth, annoyed that my observing of Ocean has been disturbed for the second time this evening.
I glance up at him. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not, but you’re gonna.” He shakes his head, disgust curving his lips. “I don’t know why he would want any other woman when he has your mamma at home, but he is in the Diamond room, with Dana riding his dick, Elmenia straddlinghis face, while Sasha has his foot in her cunt and Delila has his fingers in hers.”
Revulsion rolls through me at the mental image that has just formed in my head. How the man hasn’t died from all his sexual proclivities yet, I don’t know. I mean, I like fucking as much as anyone, but my papà is next level.
