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I moaned as I grabbed his shirt and drew him closer, hoping he wouldn’t see the clock. Wouldn’t stop me. The pleasure was building between my legs but not fast enough.
Fifty seconds.
He sank his fingers into me before rubbing me with his palm. “Come, babygirl, or you ain’t going to.”
Thirty-five seconds.
He looked devilish, the smile crisp on his face. He knew my body. He knew I wouldn’t make it.
Fifteen seconds.
I tilted my pelvis and rode his hand, giving a final attempt at letting myself rip through my frustration.
Zero. The phone sang out. Time was up. Enzo stopped his motion. As he pulled out of me, I begged. “No, no, please, Enzo.” I’d grovel at that point. I didn’t care.
“Sorry, Gia,” he said as he gave a final circle that made me jolt. “Time’s up.”
“Fuck you,” I whispered. Then, unlike my orgasm, I exploded. “Fuck you! Piece of shit. Goddamn you!” I screamed as I pulled up my pants.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I am,” he said before leaving me angry and frustrated as fuck.
I considered running to the shower and rubbing out a well-deserved one, but I bit my lip and thought better of it. I couldn't prove it, but I was almost certain there was a camera in the bathroom...because he always showed up any time my hands wandered too far for too long, banging on the door like I was committing a goddamn felony.Fuck him.
ChapterSixteen
Enzo
The sun’s brutal rays forced my eyes to squint as I stepped out of the restaurant after a meeting. My shoulders tightened with tension. I had heard from a ratty little bird that the O’Rileys had their sights not only on me, but on Gia. Which was great, because that was just another bullseye on Gia’s back.
I wasn’t surprised. I knew it would happen. I always knew that the O’Rileys would wait until the right time to make their move. They’d wait till I built my empire up a bit and got comfortable before they struck me down. That’s what I’d do, at least.
I got back in the car.
Gia was fanning herself in the passenger seat. “There’s a law against leaving dogs in the car in this heat for a reason,” she said.
“I cracked the window,” I said with a smirk.
“Fuck you.”
I turned up the A/C and took off for the club, which was the last place I wanted to bring Gia. To protect her, I had to keep her closer than I wanted to. We didn’t speak on the drive. She hadn’t quite forgiven me for teasing her last night. She was just so damn fun to frustrate. She got so angry. So desperate.
It was fucking sexy.
By the time we got to the club, the redness in her cheeks subsided.
“Wait here,” I told her as I got out of the car and leaned into her open window.
“I’ll literally die if you leave me out here again,” she said with narrowed eyes.
“Silvanis are like cockroaches. They don’t die.” I went to brush her hair back from her cheek, but she batted my hand away.
“Make it quick,” she snapped.
I tapped the side of the car and went into the club. The stages were empty, though music blared loud enough to vibrate my chest. Men meandered around, getting drinks and waiting for the next girl to come out and perform for them. They were greasy fucks, the usual daytime trash that came into our club. I kept my least interesting women—the Tuesday Afternoon Crew is what I called them, no matter what day of the week it was—for these men. Women who were in the death throes of their lives as dancers. Was I a dick? Yeah, kinda. I wouldn’t put Ashley—who couldn’t stay clean off meth long enough to let the scabs on her face heal—on the stage during my best nights and weekends. I wasn’t going to put Maria—two-time mom, possibly fucking pregnant again—out there, either.
My advice? Don’t come to the fucking strip club at noon.
There was no DJ. The automated music system took over in the afternoon. It sounded like goddamn elevator music between dancers, and it was horrible. I ignored the sticky floors beneath my shoes as I headed toward the back. The place had gone to shit under Silvio’s control. It had been the best club within two hundred miles at one point. Now? You could find better girls on the street...probably.
