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“It’s a packet of information concerning?—”
“No.You, coming here like this. This Dante’s idea?”
“No, Mr. Amato,” I smile frostily. “It’smine.”
His eyes finally drop to the pages on the desk. His brow furrows as he pushes aside the top few sheets to land on a printout of a photo of Frank Bonpensiero shaking hands with Kratos Drakos as the large and good-looking Greek guy is literally handing Frank a wad of cash.
Luciano starts to look angrier and angrier as he skims the printouts, until his teeth are flashing and his eyes are drawn to slits.
Slowly, his gaze lifts to me.
“Where’d this shit come from?”
“Let’s just say my husband is skilled at collecting information when he wants to.”
Luciano smiles grimly. “Apparently so.” He drums his fingers on the table before he raises his eyes past me. “PAULIE!” he roars, making me half jump out of my chair. “Paulie! Get in here!”
The door to the office opens, and the big guy from outside steps in. “Yes, Don Amato?”
“Where the fuck is Frank Bonpensiero right now?”
The guy frowns. “Like, rightnowright now? I think he’s over in Sheepshead Bay on business.”
Luciano leans back in his chair, cracking his knuckles. “Go get him. Bring him here. Oh, and Paulie?” His lips curl. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the day and open up one of the free embalming rooms downstairs, yeah?”
“You got it, boss.”
When Paulie leaves, Luciano levels his cold eyes at me. “We’re done here, Mrs. Sartorre.”
I nod silently, standing and turning to go.
“But you can tell Dante and Vito the next time you see them that my threat regarding Club Venom is off the table.Capice?”
I turn and incline my head. “Thank you, Don Amato.”
He smirks. “He was smart to marry you, sweetheart. And I don’t mean just to keep his little sex club.”
I blush as I dip my head again. “Thank you.”
36
DANTE
I’d liketo think I’ve accomplished a lot in my life. I conquered depression and my grief for my sister. I founded Club Venom and built the empire I sit atop today. I’ve hunted demons and brought monsters to their knees.
But tonight, I have a whole new challenge to deal with, one I’m not sure I’ll survive: Tempest wants to come to the club.
Not through the back door, to hide out in my office. Through the front, as my wife, my date, and Club Venom guest. Not as Taylor, either. As herself.
At first it was a firm “Oh hell no” from me. But my wife can be…persuasive.
My balls are still tingling and my cock is still a little sore from her persuasiveness earlier.
Also, the idea of having her here is growing on me. I mean thisismy castle, and she’s my queen. Obviously, it’s not as if either of us is going to be joining in with the “group activities” in the main room. But if Tempest wants to watch?
Why not.
Funny. I never once pictured myself being okay with bringing a woman here whom I was interested in. But here we are.
