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ADRIANA
Isat and waited; the sweat that formed on my palms was unbearable.
You can do this Adriana, it’s what you’re meant to do.
I was to begin learning the family business, which wasn’t a legitimate one.Dad said I would never have to do anything dangerous. Brody is probably a good guy. I mean he’s dad’s best friend. Too bad my dad’s not the most trustworthy man. But he does love me, and he’d make sure nothing bad ever happened to me.
Today was the day I would meet dad’s best friend and business partner, Brody Whitlock. I had heard many things about Brody, and chief among them was that he was a cold, ruthless man. Especially when it came to business.
My dad, Frank King, head of the legendary King Mafia, sat across from me at the table. The room was dark, lit with one yellow light overhead, making him look more formidable. It was an expression he sought when doing these deals, and I was supposed to be a "sweetener in the pot,” he told me.All you have to do is make sure Brody doesn’t get mad.
Apparently, the guy had a temper.
We waited for a while, my dad getting restless as Brody took his sweet time.
“This isn’t like Brody,” my dad said. “He’s always on time. You ok sweetie?” Dad looked at me with kind eyes, uncharacteristic of him if you knew him out in the real world. But to me, he was always “daddy”, the man who would protect me from all men until I died. Dad often joked I would never date unless he approved of the man.I have yet to find a man worthy of my father.
As I was reminiscing on the many suitors who had tried to gain his approval for my love, I heard the door click. The most intimidating man I had ever seen entered the room. A dark haired Adonis.
“Adriana, honey, this is Brody. Brody, this is my daughter,” my dad exclaimed.
Brody looked at me for a brief second, almost dismissively, and then gave my father the warmest smile. The two men hugged and started joking around. Brody Whitlock was one of the richest men in the city, and dad needed him to fund his henchmen. It was the entire reason that I was there- to ensure Brody Whitlock said ‘yes’ to whatever crazy idea daddy had. They were best friends, but it felt like dad wanted to sweeten Brody by having me propose an increased budget in strong-arming the city’s back tax collections. I wasn’t a fan, but I had to be involved in the back end of the family business if I was to keep my inheritance.
“As you know,” my father was saying. “We’ve been having some trouble collecting our ‘protection tax’ in this area.” Dad pointed at a spot on the map of Chicago’s downtown area, and I tried to pretend I was interested in what the two men were discussing.
Luckily, Brody must have noticed my disdain for these business matters, as he chuckled. “This shouldn’t be a problem Frank,” he said to my father. “But I do think your daughter is bored with all of this business talk.”
My dad snorted. “At least she doesn’t have to risk her life…not that I would ever want her to.”
“No,” Brody said, coolly looking at me. He and I locked eyes, and I felt the strangest sensation. It wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t intimidation.I want him. I want him to straddle me and take me from behind.This wasn’t like me! Regardless, I think Brody knew what I was thinking when he smiled at me as dad was talking strategy to him.
“Yes, that’s all fine and well,” Brody said. He looked like he had something else to say, but he must have been undressing me with his eyes because he simply forgot to say anything else.
The thought of Brody undressing me filled me with a pleasure I didn’t know I could have. It had been a while since I’d had sex. I was 20, barely legal for an older man, but there had been younger men who had tried to pleasure me. And my parents had had me so young, really the age difference wasn’t that scandalous.
I use the word ‘tried’ very loosely. Younger guys are so incredibly selfish in the bedroom, and not even one of the boys that I’d slept with in their hasty, awkward lovemaking attempts could even begin to fulfill my needs. As innocent as I looked (men told me this all the time), I was a pleasure seeking girl, ready to be had, always disappointed by men’s awkwardness. Brody was none of that.
I could tell he was smooth, like the drink he poured himself. A shot of Jameson whiskey on the rocks. “Would you like a drink?” He asked me, right in front of my father.
Unlike the other guys who had been with me, Brody showed no fear towards my father, who immediately turned him away from pouring me a drink.
“To hell with that,” my dad growled. “She’s not drinking with you.”
I felt my heart skip a beat as Brody stared my father down. “I would think that was her choice, Frank,” he told my dad very calmly. Guys who were interested generally trembled at my father, but Brody was steadfast.God, I want him. I want him to show me what a man he really is.
Already, I could feel my thighs aching for Brody’s touch, the thought of him inside of me exhilarating. I could just imagine him, deftly taking off my clothes, assuredly handling my body the way it deserved to be handled.
My dad laughed and slapped Brody’s back.
“Oh ho, you’ve always been quite the boss, haven’t you?” Dad said, as he took Brody’s attention away from me. I blushed, not sure if I should be grateful that the tension between them had gone. Part of me wanted to speak up.I did want that drink, dammit.
“I…” my voice creaked, but the two men were already laughing about something else.He’s my dad’s best friend…
The bottle of Jameson sat on the tabletop, and Brody’s casual glances at me convinced me that I should take him up on his offer for a drink. I took the bottle in my hands, and before I could pour myself that drink, I felt a hard, sturdy hand against my smooth, porcelain skin.
“Just one,” Dad said, and I nodded meekly.
