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I’m not sure I understand when he laughs with a wicked glint in his eye. My mouth dries when he nods toward the huge bear of a man heading our way and says abruptly, “Jonny, you have the most important job in my organization. Guarding my woman. Don’t let me down.”
The man nods and just fixes a blank expression on his face, but when Dom turns away, he throws me a wink, making me instantly relax. I can tell Jonny is one of the good guys, ironic when you consider where I’m standing right now and who with.
Dom leans down and kisses me slow, lingering and so sexily, almost as if he’s savoring every delicious moment and it makes my heart pant. Then he pulls back and whispers, “Go and spend time with Gretchen. The poor woman is out of her mind with worry.”
I nod and watch him leave, Pasquale appearing from the shadows and taking up his position by his side and my heart does a strange somersault as he leaves through the main door.
My man.
How did I get so lucky?
I glance at the soldier, who says respectfully. “If you need me, yell. I won’t be far away, but I’m guessing you could use some personal space.”
“Thanks.”
I smile shyly. “Thanks for what you did back there.”
“Just doing my job, ma’am.”
He winks and heads off, leaving me smiling. Something tells me Jonny is the perfect man for the job and for the first time since I came here that fateful night, I finally feel at home.
CHAPTER44
DOM
We head to every business I own, banging a few heads for information and checking my investments haven’t been tampered with. I don’t trust Mario, Diana and certainly not Matasso and it’s now of the ultimate importance that I secure my business.
The final stop is my strip club and as I sit in a booth with my men around me, I have half an eye on the show as I caress a tumbler of whiskey as my reward for a very hard day at the office.
My phone vibrates and I note my brother Matteo on the other end, and I growl, “Brother.”
He says quickly,“I’ve been doing some digging on Matasso as you asked.”
Earlier, I texted him my request, filling him in on what I know and I still, the glass cold in my hand.
“He’s into shady shit that is buried under fear.”
“Stop talking in riddles, you fucking bastard.”
His low laugh makes me smile, and he says gruffly.“He has most people with any authority in his pocket. There is no dirt on him, despite the fact we know otherwise. One source spoke of his infidelity. Apparently, he likes to fuck the hired help and takes whores to his home for his own pleasure, despite the fact his wife is there. He’s a wicked bastard with no morals and word on the street is if anyone challenges him, they end up on the missing person’s list.”
“Business as usual then.” I growl because none of us are the tooth fairy here.
“I’m guessing you should pay Flora’s father a visit. If anyone can enlighten you, it’s him. You have the perfect reason to get it from the horse’s mouth and search for a weakness in his organization to bring him down.”
“And Bachini, how is he connected?”
My blood boils when I think of Mario at the heart of all this and Matteo snarls,“He’s a wannabee and it’s obvious Matasso is using him. Don’t be surprised if he winds up a ghost when his use by date runs out.”
At least that’s something I suppose, and I say with interest. “Any news on his weakness?”
I’m surprised when Matteo laughs softly.“An interesting project. I’ll fill you in when it’s over.”
The fact he knows how much is at stake tells me my brother won’t leave anything to chance and if this woman is the weapon that will cause Bachini to crumble, I can only imagine the pleasure that will bring to us all.
He cuts the call, and my attention is distracted by the stripper moving across to our table, gyrating seductively before us, running her hands over her glitter dressed body. Her long red hair gleams as the light catches it and her flashing green eyes gaze at me seductively as she palms her breasts and pouts in my direction. I’m interested to note that it has no effect on me at all, which surprises me because usually I would be taking full advantage of her services to end a hard day at the office in the most pleasurable way. Not now I have my own woman who could do a much better job of that and so I chuck some dollars on the table and stand, noting the disappointment cloud her eyes.
“Time to go.” I move toward the exit surrounded by my men, ignoring the curious gazes of the customers enjoying the hospitality. Sometimes it’s good to be me because I can have anything I want and right now there is only one thing I want more than oxygen. Flora.
