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“So I am. Does it bother you?”
“Not even a little.” I kiss him and slide my hand down his chest until it rests on his crotch. “I like your wickedness.”
“Isabella, behave.”
I smile. “Are there bigger sizes available?”
“Yes. Why?”
“This one feels like having your fingers inside of me,” I say and lick his earlobe. “I’d like to have one that would make me feel like I have your cock there.”
When I feel him harden under my palm, a grin spreads across my face. The fact that I can make him hard just by saying such things to him turns me on so much.
“It would feel amazing having you remove it just to replace it with your cock.” I add, “I would probably come in the process.”
He sucks in a breath and grabs the back of my neck. “If you continue, there won’t be dinner tonight, Isabella.”
“Will you?” I squeeze his cock lightly. “Get me a bigger one?”
“Yes. But you only get to wear it when I say so.”
Chapter 20
I take a sip of my coffee, pretending to be engrossed in something on my phone while I watch my surroundings. I agreed to meet with Ajello at seven p.m., but when I proposed a restaurant downtown, he rejected the idea, picking a small family-run café in the suburbs. Strange choice, but I accepted. What’s even more interesting is he insisted on taking a table outdoors. If he arrives with a convoy of bodyguards, it’s bound to attract the attention of anyone passing by. Whatever. I only brought Marco, but he’s waiting in the car.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a man crossing the street. I’m not sure what possesses me to keep my gaze focused on him because there’s nothing that stands out. He appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties, has dark hair, and is wearing a black suit without a jacket. Tall. Athletic. Women would probably find him handsome, but then again, nothing overly special. The only out-of-the-ordinary thing about him is a black leather glove on his left hand. As he enters the coffee shop’s patio, heading in my direction, I notice that he has a slight limp in his gait. It’s very subtle, and I wouldn’t have spotted it if I wasn’t so focused on him. He approaches the table, takes the chair across from me, and sits down.
“Mr. Rossi.” He leans back in his chair. “I’m glad to be meeting you in person, at last.”
“Mr. Ajello, I presume?” I ask and look around the café trying to spot his security detail.
“I don’t use bodyguards, Mr. Rossi.” His lips curve upward, and there is something extremely disturbing in his smile. It’s not that it seems fake. I’ve grown accustomed to fake smiles. That’s how our society works, apparently. People smile sweetly one moment, then stab you in the back the next. This, however, seems as if he knows what a smile should look like and mimics it instead. But there’s nothing behind his smile. No emotion. No scheme. It’s trained. Like a dancer must learn steps to the music, this man has learned to smile for a conversation, when needed. Only the movement is that of muscles matching the beat of an imagined song. Choreographed.
“So, let’s get to the point of this meeting,” I say.
The waitress comes to take our order. Ajello doesn’t even look at her, just waves his gloved hand, keeping his gaze on mine.
“A straightforward man. I respect that.” He nods. “I’ve been widening my construction operations lately, a very comfortable way for laundering drug money, and I have a business proposition for you, Mr. Rossi.”
“I’m listening.”
“You buy and sell real estate to launder your money. It must be tiring, searching for available properties to purchase all the time. Wouldn’t it be easier to have a constant supply of top-notch locations?”
“It would.” I nod “Are you offering to supply?”
“Yes.”
“What amount of net worth are we talking about?”
“Twenty million. Monthly.”
I think about his offer. “Why me? Why not someone else?”
“You’re the head of your Family. A don. You know how things work in our world, but you’re also a businessman. Bogdan doesn’t like you, which is a compliment in my book. He also says you drive a hard bargain.”
So, he also has dealings with the Romanians. Good to know.
“I’m interested.” I nod.
