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He shrinks under my hard stare, choking on a breath like the swine he is. Bullets of sweat have started dripping down the sides of his saggy mug. “Well…how do I know you won’t still kill me?”

“It’s a chance you’ll have to take, Jerry.”

“Okay, okay, hear me out! If I could get some reassurance, I’ll tell you everything,” Jerry says breathlessly, spittle flying. “You wanna hear the truth, don’t you? You wanna know if Lovato’s scheming to push you outta Vegas? How about if there’s a traitor in your midst? Believe me I wasn’t working alone! Do we have a deal?”

A moment passes where I glare at him. My men stand dutifully behind me, ready for whatever I command them to do. Jerry inhales and exhales ragged breaths, more sweat shining on his forehead. I’ve already made up my mind.

It was decided even before I set foot in the office, he would die. Though I do enjoy giving him hope, seeing his beady eyes brighten with possibility.

“Fat chance, fat fuck,” I say, stepping back. I motion for Robby to handle the situation.

Robby’s fluid with it. He’s a pro at taking care of these matters. He glides forward with the silencer on his pistol, finger resting on the trigger. A silent bullet later, Jerry Bilson slumps in his desk chair with a hole between his eyes. Blood trickles down his crooked nose as Louis and the others swoop in to dispose of the body and any evidence.

I’ve moved on to fixing myself a drink at the mini bar in the corner. Though a sense of ease slides over me that this matter has been handled, I’m no more in a better mood than when I stormed inside. I’m supposed to be downstairs in the VIP room enjoying the services of the woman who captured my attention at a single glance.

I had no clue Jerry had hired a woman so exquisite.

And she is exquisite. Her beautiful body flowed like liquid on the pole tonight.

Honey is her stage name, but I’ve already had Robby look into her. Falynn Carter is a twenty-four-year-old full-time stripper, part-time college student. Even with those towering stripper heels, she only comes up to my chest, but though she is petite in stature, she has the kind of curves that should be considered a sin.

Enough tits, enough ass and hips to fill up your palms. I can already see myself smacking my hand onto that ass, making the soft skin jiggle, leaving a print. A supple, tight body like that can’t be created with even the finest surgery.

Tutto naturale, as my uncle Claro would say.

Her skin is like the honey for which she’s named, silky smooth in texture. Her eyes are dark and emotive, enough to entrance you as she holds your gaze. I hadn’t been able to look away as she stared straight at me, swaying those hips of hers like a seductress leading me to the pits of hell.

I paid extra to have her alone for the night. I’m not a man who hears no often. Even before she entered the VIP room, I knew I was in for a taste of that sweet honey pussy of hers. Still am as far as I’m concerned.

Only now I’m pissed and need some pussy to relieve my anger. If she’s obeyed, she’ll be waiting for me at the back entrance. Then I can take her to my hotel and stick my cock in that pretty mouth of hers.

Something tells me she’s the type to mouth off. But women will bitch and moan about men for eternity if you let them. They say all we want is pussy. I say all they want is money. It’s a perfect tradeoff. Another business transaction.

Honey will be rewarded generously for her services. If she’s good, I may continue hiring her during my time in Vegas.

I drain the last of my cognac as my men roll Jerry in a giant Persian rug and haul him out the door. I set down the empty glass and check updates on my phone, barely paying mind to the aftermath of losing the manager of the Dollhouse. Business can wait ’til tomorrow. The rest of tonight is about pleasure.

The woman’s scream comes out of nowhere. Then the shuffling footsteps of my men. I whip around, alert at once. Louis has grabbed a hold of somebody, his gorilla arms wrapped around what looks like a small, hysterical woman.

It takes me a second before I realize who it is.

Honey.

Falynn Marie Carter has just stumbled upon our cleanup.

It’s a shame, because we spare no witnesses when committing our deeds. There’s only one word that comes to mind as my gaze meets hers.

Shit.

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