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“I could work off the interest,” she said coyly, pulling on a lock of her hair and leaning forward suggestively, making sure her tits were on display. “I bet I could relax those tense shoulders of yours.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

I barked out a laugh. “Not even remotely interested, sweetheart. You may have used your magic pussy on my manager, but that shit doesn’t work on me.”

She sat up, annoyed. She swung one leg in aggravation, thinking hard. I could almost hear the cogs of her brain working.

“My sister. You could have my sister. I’ll get the fifty, and you can have her for the rest.”

Her words caught me off guard, which was a rare thing. “I beg your pardon?”

Her voice dropped more. “She’s a virgin. I bet that’s something in your world, right? You could have her for fun or sell her to someone for a night or something. Forever, I don’t care. But that would probably make you more than the interest, am I⁠—”

She didn’t have a chance to finish. I was across the desk, my hand wrapped tight around her throat before she completed the sentence. “You’re offering to sell me your sister? A human being? You would let her have sex with a stranger, or even a group of strangers, to erase a debt that you owe?”

She clawed at my hand, and I let go. “You are despicable,” I spat.

“I thought your kind went for that sort of thing,” she gasped, her voice rough.

“My kind?” I sneered.

“Mafia men.”

“You have confused me with the Santinis. Go peddle your offer to them. I run a legitimate business here.”

“With extortion on the side.”

“You signed the agreement. You could have walked. I want my money, or you pay the forfeit.”

“Oh, murder is legal here too?”

I crashed my hand on the desk. “Twenty-four hours, Marianne Warner. You have twenty-four hours to get me the total amount of money you owe me. Or pay the consequences. Your choice.” I headed to the door, calling over my shoulder, “And my men will be watching you, so trying to disappear will do you no good.”

I slammed the door shut behind me. “If you lose her, you’re dead,” I snapped at the two men standing outside and kept walking. I didn’t have to look at them to know they took my words seriously.

In the elevator, I let my head fall back with a groan.

Tony was going to have to suffer for this one.