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“Silvio’s back home, and I ain’t leaving you here. Let’s go.” I tugged her arm. She was delusional if she thought I’d leave her alone with Silvio. He wanted her, maybe even more than I did, as unbelievable as that seemed. I wanted Gia because IwantedGia. Silvio would take Gia because she was a trophy notch to add to his bedpost. Fucking Sylvester’s daughter would make him come harder than he ever had.I ain’t leaving her here.I would carry her ass out if I had to. I cleared my throat.
She groaned and dragged herself out of bed. “Fine, but I’m going to shower first. Can you get my bag?”
“Already did.” I gestured toward her bag on the floor. “I also brought you something nice to wear. Can’t look like a bum during business hours.” I cocked a half smile, and she huffed at me as she walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
The water turned on, and my curiosity became too much to handle. I grabbed the clothes I’d chosen for her on my way to the bathroom. Steam hit me in the face as I cracked open the door. I stared at her body through the shower’s fogged glass. Several showerheads rained hot water down on her, and intricately detailed marble walls surrounded her on nearly every side. I saw the curves of her body, every arch and contour, and I hardened like a motherfucker. My cock strained against my zipper, and I adjusted myself. I placed the outfit on the white marble countertop.
“Can I help you, Enzo?” Her voice was soft but rife with annoyance.
“You don’t need to do a damn thing.” I smirked, watching her clear an area of fog off the door.
“You’re being a creep.” She grabbed one of the shower heads and sent a jet of water over the door. The droplets assaulted my shirt, which had been finely pressed.
“Not okay, Gia!” I yelled as I took a step back, stifling a hint of laughter. I cleared my throat and tightened my lips again.
“If you hadn’t been in such a rush to get dressed, you could have joined me.” The sultry way she spoke hung in the air between us.
Not now,I told myself as I adjusted the collar of my shirt. If I didn’t leave the room then, I’d grant her that wish and tease the fuck out of her. The thought of her naked body, slick and wet with water...My cock was going to fucking explode if I didn’t get out of there. Against my body's will, I left her alone in the bathroom.
I sat on the bed with a sigh and thought about last night. My eyes closed as I imagined how Gia felt. I’d waited so long to sink into her again, yet the moment I was inside her, I realized how much my body remembered hers. It was as if so many years hadn’t stretched out between us, because she felt familiar as fuck. My dream couldn't even compare to the real thing. She felt goddamn virginal, and I wanted nothing more than to fill her up and remind her who she really belonged to. She could fight it all she wanted, but her ass was mine. She gripped my dick so hard that it drove me mad. Her body trembled from pleasure, and I wanted to be the one to make her come again. It just wouldn't be so easy for her next time.That damn woman.I shook my head. She liked to be degraded, but I'd show her the other ways I could fuck with her pretty little mind.
When I heard the bathroom door open, I sat up tall, suddenly pulled from my memory. My eyes widened and roamed over her body, and she looked at me with displeasure as she crossed her arms over her chest, overly exposed by the plunging neckline. Her breasts were pushed together, full mounds beneath the thin fabric. The jet-black dress pants hugged her hips, accentuating them.
“I look like a whore.” She frowned.
Actually, she did. She looked like a good ol' doll, and it made me want to bend her over and tear those pants off her.
“Nah, not really, no.” I chuckled as I stood and stepped toward her. Her eyes narrowed at me, halting my steps. “You look—”
“Forget about it.” She dismissed me, her accent suddenly very apparent. She went New York on me, and it made my dick twitch.
“You’ll fit in fine. Come on,” I demanded.
With a huff, she rifled through her bag before stepping into her heels by the door and following me out of my room.
“Where are we going?” she demanded as I opened the door to the attached underground garage. I unlocked my car, a beep echoing off the damp concrete walls. She climbed into the passenger side of the BMW and stared at me. “Well?”
“A strip club,” I said as I put the car into drive, pushing the overhead button for the garage door.
“I’ll fit right in, eh?” She furrowed her brow and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly insulted.
“Yeah, you will, but the strippers ain’t dressed like you, baby doll.” I smirked.
The drive to the club was silent, which was unusual for Gia. The only other time she was that silent was after the execution, and I wondered how she felt about last night. If we both meant what we said about it just being for one night. Just as she was about to speak, I pulled into the parking lot of the large brick building. She tightened her lips and halted her words, her eyes darting around the property.
I parked and stepped out of the car, squinting at the sun as I peered over the roof at the flashing sign that read Toys-n-Dolls.No one thought that name through.I laughed when I remembered all the times moms in minivans pulled into this lot, mistaking it for a toy store.There ain’t those kinds of toys here.
Gia slammed the car door, and I cocked my head at her as I slipped my keys into my chest pocket.
“Let’s go,” I said as we walked into the huge double doors blackened with window coverings. Music thumped in my chest the moment I stepped inside, the bass vibrating in my head as I rubbed my temples. I looked back at Gia, who seemed unbothered.
The dancers flocked to me, rubbing their hands along my chest and arms as they walked by. I returned a flirty smile as I headed toward the back of the building. I unlocked the heavy metal door and pulled it open, letting Gia walk ahead of me. The door slammed and muffled the music instantly, as if we’d disappeared into our own little world. We kind of had.
Everyone stopped and stared at me, and most importantly, at Gia. I nodded at the tall man in a suit with eyes full of mistrust.
“Is that a Goddamn Silvani?” The man raised his voice as he gestured a large hand toward her. “Are you outta your mind, Enzo? Bringing a fucking Silvani in here.” He looked down at his friends and forced a laugh out of them.
“Mr. Bianchi, with no disrespect, remember whose club you’re in.” I smiled at him with tight lips. “Bullseye” Bianchi was a made man, sponsored by my family. By Silvio. He was, for all intents and purposes, untouchable.
