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I can’t get attached. I have greatness in my blood. I’m destined to rule this city, this coast, this whole fucking country.
No more losing control. If I’m to rule, become the Mafia king that’s my title by birthright, I need control. I need to stay the calm and collected, emotionally removed ruler I’m capable of being.
I know what’s driving my outbursts. I’ve tapped into too much emotion dealing with Falynn. It’s making me unstable in more ways than one. I should take this as a warning sign to pull back. My future as king of not only Vegas, but the Sorrentino syndicate depends on it.
Falynn is curled up on the sofa when I return to the penthouse. Over the past couple of nights, we’ve developed a routine. Fuck, then dinner, then fuck again, then shower and bed…where we end up fucking some more.
I’m an insatiable man as far as she’s concerned. I’ve stopped trying to figure out what it is about her that drives me to the brink of insanity, that comes over me as soon as I catch a whiff of that sweet scent of hers. As soon as our gazes connect and I see that gorgeous face with her banging little body. Her pussy is like nothing I’ve had before. I’ve fucked so many bitches I’ve lost count, but Falynn…
She’s a euphoric drug. She leaves me high and in need of another hit. She’s dangerous for a man of my lifestyle. No woman should have this much power, this much influence.
As I walk into the suite, still in a sour mood from my shitty day, she doesn’t utter a peep. She’s wearing another slinky negligee from La Perla. Her attention is on the TV. An episode of someHousewivesreality show plays. I undo the top few buttons on my shirt and turn off the TV.
She gives no reaction. I hover over her prepared to give her a kiss, but she turns her head and gives me her cheek instead. Wondering if she’s feeling extra rebellious tonight, I slide a hand between her thighs. She jerks away, scooting that fat ass of hers in the opposite direction.
Now I’m pissed. Another bump in the road of my shit day.
“What’s wrong now?” I snap.
“You said you’d be here by seven.”
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s afternine, Gio.”
My reaction is laughter. I stand up straight and bark out a laugh. This only pisses her off more. She sits up, glaring with a throw pillow in her lap.
“Oh, thanks for once again showing me I mean nothing.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” I turn my back to her and stride over to the minibar. After this shit day, I need a few drinks. I’m in no mood to have my buttons pushed, and that seems to be all Falynn wants tonight. I would’ve much preferred one of her amazingly nasty blow jobs. The window on that seems to be closing.
“I waited for over two hours for you. But thanks for finding it funny.”
“I had business! You think I sit around on my ass all day?”
“A call would’ve been nice!”
“Listen here, girly, you work for me!” I spin around, drink in hand. The anger contorts my face. I can tell by the way she’s looking at me, it also burns dangerously in my eyes. “You do what I say when I say! If I come home and want a blow job, you’ll drop to your fucking knees and open your fucking mouth.”
“Oh, is that how it works? Then go ahead, Gio…fuck me! Since my feelings don’t matter. I exist for you and your fucking dick. Go ahead and get your nut!”
I scrub a hand over my face. Women are so infuriating during arguments like these. It’s like having two separate conversations. There’s no rationalizing when she’s in such a headspace.
“When the fuck did I say that?”
“When you called me youremployee.” Tears gloss in her eyes and she looks away. “But I don’t know why I’m surprised. You told me what it was from the beginning. I’m just some…some toy for you. You’ll throw some cash at me and discard me when you’re done.”
It’s at this second I know with certainty—I’m a fucking dumbass. Not for how I’ve acted tonight. But for falling for this tearful woman. I know because as her voice breaks and she clutches the pillow, there’s a tug in my heart like a little bitch. I feel bad for her, want to comfort her even…
How did I let these feelings develop? How have they gotten so far so soon? It hasn’t even been two weeks since the night at the Dollhouse!
With a sigh, I chug my cognac. Then I glide over to the sofa where she’s curled up. I put my arm around her and pull her close against me. She doesn’t fight it, lets her body press into mine. Her head falls onto my chest. I kiss her brow.
“It matters how you feel,” I confess. “How many times have I told you, Falynn? It’s important you are comfortable and happy.Tell mewhat makes you feel this way.”
“You do,” she whispers. Her hand comes up and stops on my chest. Right above my heartbeat.
We sit in silence for a long stretch of time. Her honey-sweet scent invades my senses. I bask in the smell, the feel of her at rest on my chest. Everything about the quiet moment feels right. No matter how much my brain says it’s wrong, reminds me I need composure. The control to be clear-headed and cool if I’m ever to succeed in this family empire.
“How about we order room service and watch another Tarantino flick?” I ask.
She smiles. That pretty damn smile of hers I’m willing to murder a man over. “Inglorious Basterdsis on Netflix.”
“Put it on.”
I will not fail at claiming my father’s throne as my own. But Falynn is mine and there will be no compromises. I’m going to have it all.
