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CHAPTER8
Jon
Mila was an absolute goddess sent straight from heaven. She was sweet and innocent, but naughty in all the right ways.
In the short time I’d known her, she’d blossomed before my eyes. Honestly, I didn’t know what a man like me had done to deserve a girl like her.
I threaded an arm around her waist, pulling her against me firmly as we took the elevator down several floors to the dining room. I’d dressed her in only the finest. Louboutins on her feet. Her body encased in a beautiful red Versace dress. There was a diamond necklace settled around her neck.
She wasn’t wearing any panties under that dress. I hadn’t allowed her to. Instead, the only thing she was wearing was my still drying seed on her thighs. No one else would know, but the two of us did and that made my cock hard. She glanced down, her beautiful cheeks radiating with the most delicious blush I’d ever seen.
I would never get tired of that.
The elevator doors slid open, and I walked out with her on my arm. Her legs were still a bit shaky, and I gave her all the support she needed, smiling down at her when she happened to glance up at me.
My men were already seated at the table by the time I walked inside the room. I nodded in greeting and Mila bowed her head.
Instinctually, she knew to defer to me in their presence. As we walked to our seats, I noticed that she kept her eyes downcast, glancing only to me and not to them.
Like she only had eyes for me.
Honestly, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I pulled back her chair and she lowered herself down. I placed a steady hand on her shoulder and looked out at my men.
“I have come up with a plan,” I began.
Ronaldo gazed at me with uncertainty, looking back and forth between me and the girl.
“Sergei hired Mila to move against us. It is only right that we throw that right back in his face,” I continued.
Ronaldo raised an eyebrow. “She stole from us, boss. She should be punished. Instead, she got away with nothing but a fucking,” he scowled.
“Are you questioning my judgment, Ronaldo?” I glared back at him. I had anticipated that he might be a problem, but I hadn’t expected him to voice his opinion like this in front of everyone.
“No… I… I just think we should go about it another way,” he stammered.
“I can handle Mila. She is fully aware of the consequences of her disobedience,” I replied curtly, and I felt her quake just a little beneath my hand. I kept my eyes leveled with Ronaldo. Mila kept her eyes down and had we been alone, I would have praised her openly for it.
Ronaldo, though, was a whole other story.
He slammed his fist down on the table, standing up and seething in my direction.
“This is not how you handle family business. You go in there and kill the bastards that overstepped their boundaries,” he blurted.
“I am the head of this family, and I will decide how our business is conducted,” I warned. My tone was harsh, but it needed to be. Already, I could see the uneasiness rolling through my men.
Traditionally, the line of succession would have put Ronaldo in my place. He was the underboss when Anthony Montagna had been killed. The next person in line to take over would have been him and everyone sitting at that table knew it.
Cyrus Holt had changed all that. He held more power than any of us here in the city and he had placed me at the head of the family instead of Ronaldo. Ronaldo more than resented that fact.
The whole room radiated with tension. This really wasn’t good.
This was the kind of thing that needed to be dealt with immediately, but with a careful hand.
The bosses that came before me would have killed him for this. I’d served under the foolishness of Anthony’s reign, and I knew full well that he wouldn’t have hesitated to pull his gun off his belt and shoot Ronaldo right there at the dinner table.
That wasn’t me though.
