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My loyal bodyguard, Jules, informed me earlier today that Lucia has been skimming from the top. Short-changing lots at auction and giving herself the lion’s share.
When I’d been strong-armed into keepingRavishopen, the one thing I’d been insistent upon was ensuring the willing women who sold themselves to those twisted souls were decently paid for their services.
I may be happy to allow Lucia to overseeRavishsimply because I’d rather not, but she still needs to understand who holds the power.
Before she can blink, I’ve crossed the space between us to grip her upper arms hard enough that she flinches openly.
Her startled eyes meet mine, and I almost smirk, my inner sadist roaring to life.
“Just because I’d prefer to wash my hands of this shit show doesn’t mean I’ll allow you free rein, Lucia.” I increase my grip, and she grits her jaw as she furrows her brow, clearly determined to stand firm.
And so, I bridge the gap between our faces until our noses are almost touching. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly despite her otherwise cool composure.
“Don’tforget who runs this club now, Miss Romano, because if you do…” I narrow my eyes into slits. “I can guarantee you won’t like the outcome.”
My cell chimes in my pocket, saving my power-hungry employee from the full force of my wrath, and I pluck it out to check the message.
JOSEPH
I’ll be at Rogue in the next five minutes.
I shoot him a quick thumbs up, then with a final dark stare for Lucia, I pivot on my heel and stride from the changing rooms adjoiningRavish. My feet eat the ground between there and my office, needing a couple of minutes to prepare myself for meeting with the son of the man whose death stains my conscience.
Reaching the stairs leading to my office, I take them two at a time, raking my right hand through my unusually messy black hair as my left grips the door handle.
I step inside, expecting to find the room empty, only to stop short when my dark eyes land on a woman with a warm-brown high ponytail leading down to a slender neck, her narrow shoulders covered by a simple white T-shirt.
She twists about on the seat, her mesmerizing gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my feet stall, and my heart freezes in my usually empty chest cavity.
“Mr. Burton.” Her words come out on an exhalation.
Her husky tone sends a jolt of desire straight to my cock, and I step closer, silently thanking whoever sent this motherfucking vision my way.
“One and the same.” My lips tug upward. “And who are you?”
She stands and closes the distance between us until our toes are almost touching. Her body is petite and slender, and I resist the urge to palm the slight curve of her hip as she stares up at me with questioning eyes.
“Who are you, my little bird?” She tilts her head to one side at my words. “Tell me. I need your words.”
She holds my eyes unflinchingly as she darts a pointed pink tongue out to wet her pouty lips.
Lips that are utterly perfect for sucking my dick.
Yes fucking please.
“I’m—”
The door opens behind me, and I twist about, thunder in my eyes. “Who thefuck—”
Joseph Fratelli steps inside, a chagrined look on his slim face. “Sorry, I’m late—”
His eyes narrow as they take in the girl before me. She blinks several times, her gray eyes hardening as she moves away to take a seat once more.
“Christ, Jo. Heard of knocking?” I step around my desk, eyes trained on the beauty before me.
“And you mayleavenow, little bird.”
My words sour in my mouth even as I speak them, and I open a drawer at my desk, pretending to mess about with paperwork that I couldn’t care less for.
