AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My lips tightened. Had I brought Bullseye’s car to someone who worked with his goddamn family? I hated when another family held something over me, especially something as big as Bullseye’s murder.
The trip to the basement had satisfied my curiosity and then some. I learned more than I bargained for.
I locked the door behind me as I left the office and made my way back up the stairs to the main floor. I ran into Jameson just as I passed the gaming floor. Sweat was still collecting on my temples.
“Enzo! I didn’t expect to see your face out of that room,” he said with a tight smile.
“I had to go for a walk,” I said in a calm, even tone.
“You can’t just walk around our casino with that.” He gestured toward the revolver on my hip.
I rolled my eyes, untucking it from the holster, slipping it into the waistband of my pants, and concealing it with my shirt. It hid it at least somewhat.
“Come have a drink with us,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I followed Jameson down the hall to the presidential suite and into the room. A half-naked stripper gyrated to the thumping bass from the overhead speakers. The men in the room passed drugs around. About twice the party I expected from the Irish.
I took a seat in one of the overstuffed chairs, and Jameson rustled through the minibar. He pulled out clear bottles of vodka and tossed me two of them. He picked whiskey. One of the girls eyed me and sauntered over on heels that made her long legs even longer. She leaned down, her bare breasts beside my face. Glittering gold eyeshadow encased her dark eyes.
“Hey,” she said with a smile. She sat on my lap with a flirty look in her eyes.
I twisted the cap off the vodka and downed one of them. “Barking up the wrong tree,” I said.
She tightened her lips, taking my words as a challenge. Her hand slipped down my chest and toward my lap.
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her descent. “I said no.” She was a beautiful girl, no doubt, and her tits in front of my face were tempting, but I'd rather return to my room and take out my frustration on Gia’s body than slip my dick into this one. “It ain’t you,” I said as I touched her cheek. It shined with heavy makeup. “I got a girl.”
“So do most of the men,” she whined as she gestured around the room.
“Mine would castrate me and feed my balls back to me if I touched another woman.” I laughed. It was true.
“She wouldn’t know...”
I rolled my eyes. Gia would know. I couldn’t lie to her, and even if I could, she was like a damn bloodhound when it came to deceit. She’d just know. The girl tried to slip down on her knees anyway. “Get up,” I said, stopping her hand from riding up my thigh. This girl was fucking relentless. “Fuck this,” I said with clenched teeth just as her hand grabbed at my dick. I wasn’t playing with some broad who couldn’t take no for an answer. I stood up, knocking her back on her ass. She huffed at me, and the man in the corner—her bodyguard—raised his pistol at me. I reached back and grasped mine. “Teach your girl some manners,” I hissed at him, pushing his gun out of my face.
Jameson rushed between us, holding up his hands to placate the angry guard. “Hey, hey! We’re all friends here, so no need to get your hackles up.” He patted the guard’s beefy shoulder and motioned for him to resume his post. He turned to me. “I don’t blame you for that. Jess can be a pushy bitch when she smells new blood...and money. But maybe you’d do better to spend some time with that Silvani instead of down here with us. Don’t want to draw too much attention, if you know what I mean.”
Yeah. I knew what he meant, and now I wondered if I’d already fucked myself by bringing Bullseye’s car to his doorstep. I’d handed Jameson the ammo and he could pull the trigger whenever he felt froggy enough.
I went back to my room, frustrated and angry. More angry than frustrated by that point. At least the girls at my club knew when to stop. I put my gun on the bedside table before unbuckling and undoing my slacks. I slipped into a pair of sweatpants and crawled into bed with Gia. She wrapped her arm around my waist, burrowing into my chest.
Nah, ain’t no girl worth it,I thought as I brushed Gia’s thick hair away from her cheek. I rubbed the front of my pants, trying to soothe the throb of my dick. I wasn’t going to wake her up just to fuck her. She knew my body, though, and despite thinking she was asleep, her hand dipped beneath the waistband of my pants. “Gia,” I groaned. “I’m not in the mood.” I was in the mood, but I was too angry to think straight, to fuck her right. I gripped her wrist and drew her hand away from me. My dick twitched in protest. I knew the type of person I was. I’d fuck her so goddamn selfishly if I tried right now. I’d rip her apart.
She huffed and turned over, and I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer. She grinded her ass into me, but I grabbed her hip with a rough grasp, halting her movement.
“Trust me, Gia, you donotwant to do that right now,” I growled in her ear. She did, but I wouldn’t let her. I had far too much to think about. Things could go south for us with the O’Rileys, and I needed to figure out how to get ahead of it.
ChapterFour
Gia
Ismoothed my dress down my thighs. The mirror fogged as I wiped away a smidge of red lipstick that had ventured beneath my lower lip. It felt good to get dressed up again. I missed the life more than I thought I would. I walked into the living room and found Enzo. He was dressed up as well, wearing slick black slacks and that purple dress shirt I loved.
“Goddamn it, Gia,” he groaned as he pulled me onto his lap.
“Don’t we have to go meet Jameson?” I asked.
With a sigh, he checked his watch. “Yeah. Fuck, let’s go.”
