AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The only thing is, and it’s the point I keep going back to… I’m not really into hooking up with random guys. I like to have a connection with someone before that happens. I can’t just go jump a guy.
I take another sip of wine. Maybe I’m going a little bit crazy, but I haven’t stopped thinking about him undressing me.
We can have a few drinks at the wedding, loosen up, and I'll amp up the harmless flirting.
If I can squeeze an orgasm out of Enzo, wouldn’t that be something. I roll my lips at the thought as my hand slides between my legs under the water.
Surely that can’t be too much to ask for?
3
ENZO
While it wasn’tthe first frustrating conversation I’ve ever had with Valentina, it annoyed the hell out of me. That’s probably because I know she will get her way.
How I’m supposed to let her treat me like herboyfriendfor the weekend is beyond me, but something tells me she's far from done with that conversation. Nothing with her makes sense.
Why she needs to pretend around these people is ridiculous. I’ve no regrets in what I said to her, and while I don’t know all her friends, I know she likes to keep up with high society. And most of them are stuck-up snobs.
This still doesn’t make me want me to say no to her though, because for some strange reason, I find that hard to do. She comes from a long line of powerful negotiators.
It’s strange, looking at a woman you’ve grown up with and protected like a sister for all those years, suddenly in a different light.
I shake the thought off, because I know no good can come of thinking that way.
I suppose there is one plus to me pretending to be her boyfriend for the weekend; and that would be that I can keep a close eye on her. That’s exactly what Angelo wants anyway.
Maybe a part of me wants that too. He doesn’t want her getting up to no good, and knowing the company she keeps with some of her superficial friends, we both know it could lead to trouble.
I head to the casino the next day, my conversation with Valentina at her office still heavy on my mind. I’ve been setting up a state-of-the-art security system for the entire casino and hotel, and it’s set to open in a couple of months’ time. It’s been a massive operation, one that I’m being paid handsomely for, so I can’t complain, even if it is long hours and weekends.
The place oozes money, and it ought to because they’ve already spent millions building, remodeling and fitting it out. I’m not much of a gambler myself, but I’ve been there for every moment of blood, sweat, and tears that they’ve put into the place. The dedication it has taken to get to this point is something rare; most would have given up after all these years.
I have to hand it to Marco. After Angelo handed him the reins on this, he has really hung in there, especially when they were shut down on multiple occasions and permits weren’t granted on time. More importantly, he’s never given up.
As I climb the sweeping staircase just off the lobby, I can already see Rocco standing at the top. He’s my head security guy who trains all the new staff and shows them the ropes. When we recruit or send one of our guys to a job, everything goes through me and Rocco, then we run it by Darko.
As head of security, Rocco trains new recruits and debriefs me on current assignments.
I deal with the big players, and then it trickles down the line to more modest security setups for family homes and small businesses.
Rocco has other, more particular, skills too, because he is ex special ops. So his knowledge and general knack of wheedling information has been extremely useful in the mafia. He always gets the truth out of people.
Every successful operation needs a brute.
He does most of the dirty work at Angelo’s warehouse, that’s setup for more severe forms of questioning.
Rocco always gets his man.
He grins at me as I approach. He’s a man of few words, but I’m glad to see he’s in a good mood. He’s also larger than life as he stands there, all muscle with the typical army buzz cut.
“What you up to, Roc?” I give him a chin lift.
“Just looking down on the world while I wait for Marco.” He folds his arms over his chest.
“Marco’s not here?”
“He’s with Valentina. She’s been styling the presidential suites or some shit.”
