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But when I opened the door, it wasn’t Santino standing there. I took in the unfamiliar guard. “Oh, hi. Are you my babysitter for today?”
“The boss wants to see you.”
I froze halfway out the door. There was no reason to meet with him. We had nothing to discuss. I gave him regular updates on my work. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And why did Maurizio send someone else to walk me there? “Where’s Santino?”
He ignored me and took my arm in a bruising grip, pulling me into the hallway. “Let’s go. I don’t have all day.”
The door clicked shut, and I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
Turned out it was worse, because the first thing I saw when the guard shoved me into the room was a naked ass. I stumbled to a stop in the middle of the opulent office, taking in the scene before me. And, by the sounds of it, next to me as well.
Why am I here?
“The girl with the golden pussy,” Maurizio greeted me while fondling the naked woman on his lap. Gross, not just because nobody needed to be witness to this but also because she was about half his age.
He always called me “girl,” never by my name. I knew I was small. But I was nearly thirty years old. Calling me “girl” was almost as bad as calling me “bitch.”
“You called?” I couldn’t quite contain the snark in my voice, the whole situation making me snappy. I had no interest in bearing witness to anything going on in this room and pointedly ignored the couple on my right and the white powder stuck to the desk and various other surfaces.
I tried not to breathe in too deeply since it reeked. The alcohol fumes alone would probably get me drunk.Someone should open a window.
“We need you to serve drinks. Our server passed out.”
I looked to where he nodded next to his desk and noticed another woman lying there. My mouth dropped open, and I rushed over, grateful that she was at least partly dressed. She still had a pulse and was hopefully sleeping off whatever she had put in her body. I turned her on her side in case she had to throw up, surprised she hadn’t done so already.
Maurizio made a scoffing sound. “She’s fine. This happens all the time. Now go and get me a drink.”
He turned his attention back to his woman, and I searched the room for the drinks. I’d decided self-preservation was key in this case, and I had to get through the next however many hours. Surely, they’d all pass out sooner or later.
I found a case of whiskey and grabbed a bottle. Once I’d refilled Maurizio’s glass, I hid in the corner. Shutting my brain off to the things going on wasn’t easy, but eventually I got lost in my own head.The root of 865 is 29. The root of 320 is 18. Rounded up, of course. The root of 975 is—
An angry voice ripped me out of my blissful state. “Are you deaf? I need a drink.”
It came from the guy sitting on a couch. I’d successfully ignored him up until then, but it seemed my reprieve had come to an end. I couldn’t suppress the cringe when I got closer, noticing his glass was still nearly full.
I studiously avoided looking at anything but the glass.
The woman in his lap landed on the floor with a yelp after he’d pushed her away and my head snapped up. He grabbed hold of my shirt, ripping it at the harsh treatment. “Get here,” he mumbled and pulled me closer than I’d ever wanted to get to him. I wondered if you could catch a disease by touching someone’s skin.
I stumbled forward, my eyes flitting around the room for something to distract him with. My breathing was speeding up, telling me if he didn’t stop soon, another panic attack would be imminent.
Scrambling for something to stop what was happening, I held up the bottle of whiskey. “I’m just here to pour the drinks.”
“You’re here for whatever I want you to be.” He pointed to the ground between his legs. “Now kneel.”
I swallowed the bile that rose at his words and got closer on shaking legs. He roughly dragged me down to my knees, the impact they made with the floor jarring.
My vision grew blurry—thank God for small favors—and I swayed on my knees. Maybe I’d pass out. I didn’t think I’d want to be conscious for this part.
I dimly heard a crash, and then someone grabbed me, ripping me out of my stupor. Once I was standing back on my own two feet, I was pushed behind a solid body.
Lucius.
“Stay behind me,” he commanded, and for once I welcomed his bossiness. “Don’t look.”
I immediately buried my face in his back, knowing if he didn’t want me to see the next part, Ididn’t want to see the next part.
He lifted his arm, and a shot rang out, followed by a gurgling sound, and then a body hit the floor.
