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Giovanni
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The headaches keep coming.Instead of disposing of Jerry sight unseen, we’re caught seconds in by a stripper escort wandering the hall. It’s so sloppy and embarrassing, it’s borderline hysterical.
We’re usually more meticulous than this. More well thought out, more prepared.
Tonight has been a deviation from what I had planned. Now I’m paying for it. We have strict rules about involving outside parties in our indiscretions. The outcome is almost always silencing them.
And, by silencing, I mean disposing of them too. No exceptions.
Yet, as I step into the hall and shut the door to Jerry’s office, locking Falynn inside, I’m breaking this cardinal rule. I’m making an exception for a beautiful, sensuous woman who makes my cock twitch in my pants.
I’m what my father has long warned me about—a man blinded by the prospect of pussy. It has been the downfall of many great but foolish men. If I’m not careful, I’ll join that list of fools.
Robby is waiting on me. I can tell by the hunger in his expression he expects me to order him to finish Falynn off. He’s numb to causing pain, bringing death on people. Raised by his father, Stefano Greco, another close associate of my family, he’s been molded for this lifestyle. It’s what he dreamed of in grade school when they went around and asked everybody what they wanted to be when they grew up; Robby wanted to be a stone-cold, expert killer and capo for the Sorrentino crime family.
“Should I?” he asks, jutting his chin toward the door.
“Don’t hurt a hair on her head,” I say. I pull my phone from my pocket. “Bring her down to the car. She’s coming with me for the night.”
“Gio, she saw—”
“I know what she saw, but I don’t believe I stuttered. Unless you’re telling me I’m wrong, Robby?”
He shakes his head. “I’m saying she’s a liability.”
“Bring her down to the car,” I repeat. “I’m handling her myself.”
I let it hang in the air whathandlingmeans. It’s up for his interpretation. Frankly, I’m bored of debating with him about what I should and shouldn’t do. His opinion might mean something to me during business matters, but in this case, my mind is made up.
At least for now.
I can’t harm Falynn. I can’t bring myself to have my men dispose of her.
She’s managed to pique my interest too much. So much that it’s impossible to imagine the rest of the night without finishing what we started from the moment she strut onto that stage.
Falynn’s mine for the taking. For tonight I’ll have her.
Then tomorrow, with a clearer head, both in my mind and in my pants, I’ll do what needs to be done.
Robby sacrifices his suit jacket for Falynn. She’s still wearing that sheer, skimpy one-piece with the plunging neckline and her ass out in the back so we needed something for her to wear. She asked to go back to her dressing room, but we refused; she’s not to be let out of our sight for the night. Even make eye contact with anyone else in the Dollhouse.
There have been enough fuckups as it is.
Robby walks her to the car with his hand clamped on her shoulder. She has her arms wrapped around herself, his suit jacket comically big and long on her, like a dress. My eyes skim the short length of her, noticing she’s barefoot. She’s taken off the stripper heels.
“You couldn’t get her shoes?” I mutter to Robby as he prods her into the back seat.
“Whose shoes, Boss?” Robby asks.
Good point.
I disregard the matter and slide into the back seat beside her. Robby shuts the door and moves around to the passenger side. We have a car in front of us and in back of us serving as cover. I don’t anticipate any enemies to make a move tonight, but you can never be too careful.
Now that the Sorrentinos have returned to Vegas for the first time since the ’80s, we have many enemies waiting to wage war. The biggest being the Lovato family. They’ve deluded themselves into believing they have claim over Vegas. With their trendy casino La Festa thriving and raking in millions, they’ve gone unchallenged.
That’s about to change.
