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I told myself that was the last time until things were settled, were ironed out.
Until she knew who I was, that I was on her side, and we could be a team.
But the next evening, I found myself standing in the cold, waiting for her to come home. Then making a copy of her house key and letting myself in.
I’m sick.
I have an addiction.
The only thing stopping me from throwing everything to the wind is knowing that if I do, I won't be able to give Delilah everything she wants.
One day, I tell myself. Be patient. You’ll have that. You’ll have her. And she’ll have everything she wants.
Step one: make sure she’s fucking safe as can be and do it without drawing attention to her.
That starts today at the club.
So I kiss her forehead gently, put a pillow where I once lay, watching her wrap around it as if I’m still there before pulling the blanket up and heading home to change, telling myself this two places shit won’t be for long.
At four, when Delilah comes in for her shift, she’s brought back into my office by Marco. As always, the man has a stern face on, a face that always gets a bit softer when he turns to my girl.
I’ll let that slide. She’s got a soft spot for my capo as well, and it’s easier for her to like the man I’ve assigned to watch as a friend rather than always question his presence.
“Thanks, Marco. Get me Paulie, yeah?” I say, tipping my chin before he nods and walks back out, the door locking behind him.
Only Marco has the key to my office, a fact that absolutely infuriated my nephew when he realized, but I know if he also had access, his rat ass would either be going through my shit any time I was out or he’d be playing dress-up, pretending to run the place.
Again.
“What’s going on, Dante?” Delilah asks, her hands on her hips in those little shorts and the too-small top.
Paulie picked the uniform for the servers, and while it’s better than what the dancers wear, I hate seeing it on her. She deserves designer. Velvet and silk and diamonds and gold. That body is a wet dream, but it’s my wet dream. Not the hungry men of Hudson City.
“Nice to see you too, fiorella,” I say with a smile.
“What’s going on, Dante?” she asks again, the annoyed tick in her brow strangely making my cock twitch. “I thought we weren’t to be seen together? That no one here could know about us? Do you know whose eyebrows raised when Marco pulled me away while I was talking to the girls, said the Big Boss wants to talk to me?”
I sigh, knowing she’s right, but not for the reasons she thinks.
“We can’t be seen together, Delilah. Not yet. Paulie is too damn dangerous.”
Instantly, I know my sweet daisy is gone, the feisty queen-to-be in her place.
Good.
That’s the one I love the best.
The sweet one saved me. The fiery one will save her.
“What the fuck does that mean? What does not yet mean?” She repeats my words in a deep voice I’m assuming is supposed to be mine, and I can’t fight my lips from turning up.
That seems to ratchet up her anger as she rolls her eyes and throws up her hands.
“Paulie is dangerous. If he decides I have too much interest in you, he’ll get suspicious. He’ll start digging and once that happens, you become a target and the plan falls apart.”
There’s a long silence before he speaks.
“We can’t be seen together without a purpose, Delilah.” I take a step around my desk, moving to where she’s standing in the middle of the room, arms now crossing her chest, pushing her tits up in a way I need to force myself not to hyper-focus on. “I’m working to create that purpose. You need to be patient with me.” I slip a finger into the waistband of her shorts when I get close, snapping the elastic against her skin. “I have such a love-hate relationship with these.”
