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“Shh Sienna, you stay like this, okay?” That wasn’t a question.
“Come in,” he shouts with annoyance.
Peeking through my hair, I see a tall figure waltz through the door, definitely of Italian descent, with his olive skin and dark features, a cigarette resting behind his ear. He’s eyeing us up with intrigue, “Keller, Brother. Is this why you failed to answer your goddamn phone this evening?”
“It’s the opening night of my fucking club,Brother,” Keller mocks with a heavy New York accent. “Leave and we’ll talk later.”
There’s an authority in his response. Wait, hang on. Heownsthis club? Oh shit! It’s Mr. Unattainable, the boxer guy Maddie mentioned.
“Fine, you finish having your dick sucked and throw her my way when you're finished.” I stiffen and feel Keller rub the outside of my thigh in reassurance. His touch is calming.
“Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you out the back. Now. Fuck off,” he orders. I guess that’s me dismissed, too.
The door slams shut, rattling throughout the room as we sit in silence, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.
I slowly peel myself off his chest, avoiding eye contact. Standing up, I straighten my dress and bend to pick my purse up from the other end of the sofa.
Keller now stands up. Towering over me, he grasps my wrist, tugging me back to him, bending to whisper in my ear.
“Me and you. We’re far from finished. I gotta go, but don’t doubt me when I say I will find you and finish what we started. Remember Baby, I don’t make empty threats.”
Placing a soft kiss on my lips, he turns on his heel and strides out, not even looking back as he leaves. I suck in a deep breath and compose myself. My fingers rub my swollen lips.
He won’t find me.
He will be back on to the next woman tomorrow, and that’s fine, I tell myself. I have a life to rebuild. With that, I snatch up my bag and start my search for Maddie. I need my bed and to forget about this.
Somehow, I don’t think it will ever happen. That scene will replay in my head for the foreseeable.
CHAPTER5
KELLER
Fucking Luca. Now, of all the times he needs to throw his weight around talking to me like I’m some sort of lackey. Don’t get me wrong, I love the man like a brother. Hell, he is the only brother I’ve ever had, fostered or not. But seriously, I could have punched him square in the jaw for interrupting. Let alone insinuating I’d pass Sienna over to him for his enjoyment. Think again, motherfucker.
He needs to remember he fucking needs me. He’s established his title in the mafia by using his masked ruthless enforcer to elicit fear in anyone that crosses him. I am the monster he unleashes in the shadows, the reason his mob stays at the top of the chain.
No one outside the immediate circle knows the next undisputed heavyweight champion is also their masked enforcer.
My office door slams shut behind me.Maybe stopping when we did is a good thing, I tell myself. I can’t fucking have her, but after having just a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. My addictive personality gets the better of me, and I usually need to inflict pain and let my deep-rooted anger out. But with her, she is a whole new addiction unto herself, one I need to stop before it cuts too deep.
I drag my hands over my face before I enter the room. I can’t let him see how affected I am by her. The last thing I need is Luca nosing. Striding through into the club VIP lounge, I spot him in the far corner, sprawled out like he owns the place. He’s dragging on a cigarette and sipping his whiskey, his gaze pinned on the blonde, busty waitress. After spotting me, he gives me a smirk and summons me over with a flick of the wrist.What the fuck is up with him tonight?
“Yes, Brother?” I ask, keeping the tone neutral, my fists clenched by my sides.
He flicks the ash from his cigarette slowly and brings it back up to his lips, not bringing his gaze to me; he’s pissed.
“I have a job for you. If you’d have answered that fucking phone of yours, I wouldn’t have had to drag myself out of Melissa’s to come here–very selfish of you, Brother.”
“I am fucking busy,” I spit. “Look around, Brother. It’s the opening night of my club. The same club I’m letting you funnel your fucking money through, remember that? I’m fucking busy. You’ll have to get someone else.” I don’t have time for this shit tonight.
He flicks his head back at me, throwing his cigarette in the ashtray. Smoke covers his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees.
“I don’t fucking trust anyone else in the organization, you know that. They need to understand I am their fucking boss, but they go against me at every turn. I can’t fucking deal with their shit anymore, and I’m sick of walking on eggshells. I need to make a statement; they listen to me or they fucking die.”
I don’t like where this is going already. Whining Luca is the worst kind, and it seems to happen more and more often lately.
“Dante was caught meeting with the Falcones earlier today. I hear it’s not the first time either. He thinks he can walk all over me. He needs to be taught a fucking lesson. I need you to send the message. These fuckers need to be put back into line pronto, and you need to do it. You need to bring the fear of God into them to prove we run this mob, not them. My father is gone and they need to fucking accept that. It’s been six fucking years already.”
