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Chapter Four

NOT FOR LONG

GIOVANNI

It’s been a long few weeks because my assistant has been making my dick extra hard these days. Ever since the day I called her a naughty girl, it seems as if she’s going out of her way to be one.

Egypt has always been a little reserved while she was at work, but her casual style of slacks and flat shoes have been traded in for skirts and stilettos. I thought the first week of her wearing the tight pencil skirts was a fluke, turns out it’s her new normal. And now my new normal is a hard-on all fucking day, every fucking day.

I usually would have Carly come and give me a release, but she equates sex to love, and I don’t need those issues in my life. It was hard enough to convince her that our playtime was for fantasies only, and I wasn’t interested in a relationship outside of sex.

But Carly is persistent, so in exchange for our dirty game, I take her out every once in a blue moon to keep her sweet and to keep up appearances for the sake of her self-important family. Really they’re just a bunch of rednecks who had a bit of luck back in the day, but you can’t convince them they aren’t special.

I can’t call on Carly right now anyway because after the show she put on for Egypt, the last time she was here pissed me off. She knows damn well I don’t do PDA, but she did that shit to stake a claim that she doesn’t have on me.Women.

My thoughts are interrupted by Daniel, my second assistant, knocking on the door.

“Enter.”

“Giovanni. I have the McCloud contract.”

I nod and wave my hand for Daniel to come in with the paperwork. I know it’s old school to have paper contracts, but it’s an old habit. After everything is signed, Daniel will scan it into the system, but I keep paper copies because those can’t be manipulated.What can I say? I’m a paranoid bastard.

“Where’s Egypt?” I absently question as I scan over the documents.

“Her boyfriend is here, so she sent me with the paperwork.” Daniel answers without realizing he just dropped an atomic fucking bomb.

“Excuse me? Her what?” I stop reading to stare at him.

Daniel’s brows come together in confusion as he responds slowly, “Egypt’s with her boyfriend.”

“Hmm. That’ll be all,” I dismiss Daniel, and he hurries out of the door. My brain is swirling because it can’t compute the words that he just said.

When the fuck did Egypt get a boyfriend? Is that why she’s been dressing sexy the past few weeks? Who the fuck is he? And should I make his death look like an accident or not?

I can’t believe my sweet little Egypt has some dickhead clinging to her. I thought she didn’t have time to have a social life. At least that’s what she tells Buddy when he asks. I know because Buddy and I talk often. And although Egypt just thinks I met her father through her, and I call him on occasion to be nice, I call Buddy to make sure the man that saved my life understands my debt of gratitude will never be paid.

I really want to call Buddy now, but I don’t want to let him know that I’m secretly obsessed with his daughter. Buddy trusts me, and I don’t want to betray the man that saved my life.Fuck! I hate feelings!

I’ve done well turning off my emotions since becoming Capo. But, now, one woman can derail that by just being… herself. I don’t know when or how it happened, and I don’t know if I can stop it.

Maybe, if I just stop focusing on Egypt King, I can get my shit together. I have plenty of other things to focus on. For instance, I was able to have the McCloud contract on my desk bright and early because my cousin Mario had to give Max McCloud an incentive to sign the fucking thing.

I hate doing business with two-faced motherfuckers, especially when they don’t realize who the fuck I am. Just because we do business on the legit side doesn’t mean my name isn’t DeLuca. And I had to send Mario to remind McCloud of that fact. If he fucks up again, he will have to see me. And nobody wants to see me.

There’s also the little issue I have with Salvador Mancini. He’s the bastard that tried to put a hit out on me before I became Capo. It took me almost a year and a half to find the information. The two men that were hired to carry out the hit were reluctant to tell me who it was. But I can be convincing when I want to be.

The thing is, Salvador Mancini is a fairly new kid on the block, so hardly anybody knows anything about him and his family. He’s an outsider, but I can’t just go around killing people without just cause. I need solid proof, not just the tortured screams of a rat. It’s a code my family lives by. So, I did what needed to be done to get the information I needed about Mancini.

As I’m contemplating Mancini, my biggest problem, Egypt, glides by my office.I take it back. She’s my biggest problem!

Egypt’s dark cocoa skin is draped in a dark silk purple blouse that hugs her breasts and is tied around her waist. The light purple skirt fits her hips and flares out at the knees. She’s also wearing purple heels that wrap around her ankle. I’ve never realized just how much I like purple until this very moment.

I wonder if her panties are purple.I bite my lip as my eyes follow the sway of her hips until she’s out of sight. I can already feel my dick swelling at just the thought. I definitely need to get my sexy ass assistant out of my head.

I reach for my phone to call one of my girls, but then I stop. I need to know more about this so-called boyfriend. I adjust my suit, and I head out of my office. If she’s meeting this mystery guy, then I can see who the fuck he is.

My stride is slow as I think of the many ways I can break this fuckers bones. When I round the corner, I stop cold. I know exactly who this guy is. But Egypt always claimed he was just a childhood friend.And she said he’s just a friend!

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