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“Well get the fuck out there and find the bitch. I want to get my hands on her first before Ricco finds her. She will be the one who leads them right to us. Get the hell on with it and next time report some good fucking news.” I thumped my desk determined to see how desperate I was to have that girl in my claws.
She was like leading you to gold. If I had her, then my world would be perfect. I would have her papa and Ricco putting in my hands and begging for mercy. If I’m in a good mood I might even allow her to watch her father die before killing her.
I looked ahead to a large painting of my father hung on the wall.
“I will get them, Father, I swear.” I stood and made my way to the painting. I gazed up to look my father in the eye. “I promise you I will bring down Dellucci and Ricco with so much passion, I will wear their blood and all for you.”
I heaved my breath aware of how important catching her was, yet I also wondered why the hell she ran away. Like I gave a shit. She was mine and my men would not let me down, never, yadda and I wouldn’t accept defeat on this one.
A thunderous knock came at my door. It broke me from my thoughts and pissed me off.
“What?” I screeched.
The door opened and I saw Denise.
I made my way to my desk, rolling my eyes and wondering what on earth had sparked her fuse this time. The woman drove me mad at times, the only time I saw her was when she moaned about the girls. I sat down and glared at her.
“Layla. Can you please have a word with her? Her timekeeping is something to be desired, I cannot work with someone who drifts in when it suits her. I have told her that if she doesn’t buckle up her ideas you would likely shoot her, but she doesn’t give a care. In fact, the little madam turned around and said…let him…no one would miss me. Mr Conti, would you please have a word?”
I would miss her.
“What, huh?”
“A word?”
“Yes, send her to me.”
Denise didn’t wait around and shot through the door faster than a bullet. I rolled my eyes I would normally have better things to do and send one of my men to rattle her cage, only Layla after what happened yesterday was mine.
Pacing the office back and forth waiting like some goddamn fool for her. My dick throbbing, I had to control my bodily functions only hell I struggled with that woman. I raced to my door to open it when I found Layla standing before me. I spent a second composing myself, drawing in her beauty, sinking into her eyes longing to pull her into the office, drag her to my desk, push her over it so her bottom faces me, pull down her knickers and fuck her senseless.
I moved back into the room, holding the door open for her.
She stepped in. I watched her move into the office, watching her backside motion, wow was having her over my desk more tempting.
Rushing to my chair needing to hide my stiff cock. I took to the chair and moved under so my dick couldn’t be seen by her.
“Denise has been in moaning the bullshit with me about your timekeeping or some shit. Anyway, apparently, I’m meant to…threaten you with my gun. I mean I could but personally, I think shooting my fucking load would be better.”
Her eyes widened.
Surely, she should be getting used to my wisecracks now!
“So…here is my problem…” I stand from my desk not giving a fuck about my genitalia. I leaned against my desk and folded my arms.
“I have this problem that personally is pissing me off, but I respect your rules and made a promise not to touch you…but fuck…I need you to touch yourself in front of me.”
“What?” she said surprised.
“I want you to touch yourself in front of me,” I repeated.
Glaring at her with big eyes, I had to have this more than I needed to find the Dellucci daughter. And that was saying something. I glanced at my papa, I was sure he would not understand my feelings for Layla, and neither did I. Confused and urgently wishing to shut these emotions down, only hell, I was in deep.
She placed her hand to her mouth. “I…I erm.”
“It’s simple…you just touch yourself as I watch.”
“I’m not a stripper.”
