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“Eddie was responsible for checking the guest list. He’s waiting in the chamber.”
Eddie is one of my soldiers and will be regretting his complacency because any guests in the chamber are usually bolted to the wall as they await punishment for their sins. I run a tight angry ship and haven’t earned my name, The Enforcer, lightly because I deal with my own shit in the most aggressive way possible.
The rage burns inside me like an erupting volcano as I picture a satisfying outlet for my anger later on tonight. Eddie will learn the consequences of sleeping on the job because I don’t pay my men well for nothing. I expect them to do their fucking job and not to let me down and the fact that name was scratched on my guest list should have waved a fucking red flag in his face.
Pasquale waits for my instruction, and I nod, setting the glass down on the table, something stirring inside me as I sense this gala may be more fun than I first thought.
“Leave Eddie to stress about what he’s done. I’ll deal with him in the morning.” I growl, standing and straightening the cuffs on my black silk shirt.
Reaching for my black Armani custom made jacket, I shrug it on and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the ornate mirror above the fireplace. If anything, the anger reflects back at me because I wear it well. I am always angry and now I have a target for that anger. Flora Corlietti will regret walking into my home tonight because I am going to punish her for her sister’s sins and then get my revenge on the woman herself.
As I reach for my revolver, I tuck it by my side and glance across at Pasquale, who stands waiting for instruction.
“Perhaps we should mingle with our guests. It would be rude not to, don’t you agree?”
A slight smile ghosts his lips and his eyes flicker with an excitement I recognize. We are both hunters. It’s why we work so well together and tonight I am going in for the kill.
CHAPTER3
FLORA
Iam positively breathless. Swamped by desire and it’s not for the disgusting senator pawing at me. It’s this place. The Ortega mansion. I have never seen anything like it. Drowning in antiques and breath-taking paintings. There is nothing here I don’t like. I’m in awe of my surroundings and long to explore at my leisure. To take my time and savor every delicious morsel of history that this house provides.
I am enchanted and gaze around me, trying to remember every single object to salivate over later.
The senator is not so enamored and grabs my arm and merely his fingers on my bare skin makes me want to hurl.
The fact he is leaning a little too close for comfort and has an iron grip on my arm tells me I’m not going to escape him anytime soon.
I follow him around the most amazing ballroom and zone out a little as he makes small talk with men like him. I don’t even register their salacious smiles or whispered conversations with the senator, which I’m pretty certain involve some kind of group session later on tonight. This is a world I want no part of but this house, I want all of it. Every single delicious piece of information I can discover about the story behind the various objects that surround me.
I am brought back to reality when the senator’s hand runs down my back and he says smoothly, “This is Flora, my assistant for the evening.”
I gaze up into the eyes of a man who makes me want to pass out with disgust. He is openly staring at me with a hunger I recognize and he nods to the glamorous woman beside him who looks much like me. Disgusted.
Like me, she is young, impeccably dressed, with nothing left to the imagination, and I want to hurl when the man says openly, “So we are agreed. A foursome in one of the rooms provided. Shall we say one hour?”
“Excuse me.” I stare in disbelief and make to protest but Senator Billings nods and pulls me into his arms on the dance floor with a rough, “Do as I say, or you’ll be walking the streets tomorrow.”
I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of him, when he shocks me by fastening his disgusting lips to mine, making me choke back the bile. I push him hard against the chest because this is so not happening, and he tightens his grip and hisses, “You fucking whore. You will do as I say or…”
“Or what, Senator?”
I’m shocked when the senator pulls back and stares past me and turns an interesting shade of gray. His eyes hold more fear in them than I have ever witnessed before, and the sweat starts to bead on his forehead. He licks his lips and stutters, “Domenico, I—”
“Mr. Ortega to you.” Another deep voice interrupts, and I swear my blood freezes when I sense the menace behind me. I don’t even want to look because it’s as if the devil sits on my shoulder and my entire body is fighting against death as it struggles to survive whatever this is.
I have no choice though, as Senator Billings spins me around to face what can only be described as a beast. A man is glaring at us as if he wants to kill us on sight and my heart starts thumping as I stare at menace in human form. Dark hair frames the most magnificent features. Turbulent eyes glitter with menace and the dark stubble gracing a strong jaw reminds me this is all man. His body is barely contained by the designer suit he wears so stylishly, and I swallow hard when I register an arm that could crush us to dust with one thump. As his arm lifts, the jacket parts and I shiver when I see the gun positioned by his side and my legs tremble as I try to remain conscious while I stare at a man who will forever star in my nightmares.
“Of course, I’m sorry, Mr. Ortega.”
The man who spoke is equally menacing and is glaring at the senator as if he wants to rip him apart for pleasure. There is no denying the nature of these men and I must be having a post traumatic episode because I can’t move an inch. If I could, I’m certain I’d be running right now and for once, I’m grateful that the senator is holding me up.
“I asked you a question.” A simple phrase that is loaded with possibilities and I wouldn’t want to be the senator right now. Hell, I don’t even want to bemeright now because it hasn’t escaped my attention that this man appears to want to rip me apart as well.
“It was nothing; a joke.” The senator stutters.
“I don’t see her laughing.” Domenico Ortega is obviously not going to let him off and it would be amusing to watch the disgusting senator suffer if I wasn’t freaking terrified right now.
