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He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess they’re all just excited about you and the ‘Bianchi princess.’”
“And why the hell would they be excited about that?” I ask, walking to my office.
Michael follows. “It’s not every day you hear something like this. The story’s everywhere. Plus, you’re always so cautious and private, Carlo. They’re happy for you.”
“Hmm,” is all I say.
I take a seat at my desk, staring at the documents waiting for me. I gesture at them with my chin, and Michael quickly explains.
“You need to sign off on the warehouse sale tonight. Me and the boys withdrew some cash. We need you to look over it.”
My gaze slides over the papers and once I’m done, I offer a short nod.
“Go ahead,” I tell him. “And Michael, be careful. “
He offers me a salute. “You got it, boss.”
I lean back in my chair as he exits the office. But then he returns five minutes later.
“What’s up?” I question.
“There was an issue earlier today in one of the playrooms.”
“Playroom” is code for the rooms where our VIP clients get to perform all sorts of unseemly activities at our discretion.
“What happened?”
“Someone snuck a camera inside.”
I get to my feet, my jaw tightening. “Who?”
“A part-timer we hired recently. His name’s Ricky, 24 years old. He was serving drinks in the room, and the camera was on his shirt. Luckily, one of the capos caught it.”
“Does Christian know about it?”
“Nah. The Don hasn’t come in today.”
“Alright. We’ll handle it discreetly. What does the VIP have to say about the situation?”
“He’s letting us handle it. I think Ricky was trying to get dirt on the VIP, probably hired by someone. We’re holding him right now but he’s refusing to talk.”
A wry smile touches my lips. “I’ll handle it,” I tell Michael. “You work on making sure that warehouse deal goes smoothly.”
“Got it, boss.”
Something sings in my chest as I head to the room Ricky’s being held in. Like my father said, there should be moderation in all things, including beating people up. He never taught me the art of torture, though. I learned all that all my own.
Plus, I really need the distraction right now. Anything to keep me from picking up the phone and texting Astoria. Especially when I have no fucking clue what to say to her.
CHAPTER15
Astoria
Nora was right. I am sexually frustrated. Add that to the overall frustration I’ve been feeling these past few days and I find that I’m in need of some kind of release. I lean against the headboard of the bed, trying to ignore the persistent throbbing ache in my core. But it doesn’t go away.
I finally cave in and slide my hand down to my leg. My mouth parts in a silent gasp when my fingers brush against my clit. One touch ignites all the pent-up feelings inside me, and now all that matters is chasing some form of satisfaction and relief. I lift up the shirt I’m wearing to play with my breast as the other hand starts to lightly massage my clit.
Sparks of pleasure race through my body, soft whimpers echoing in the room. As always, a series of images unfold in my mind. Me, facedown on a bed, ass up while someone imaginary smacks it repeatedly until it’s raw. Then he’s pushing in, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that wrenches repeated moans from deep within me.
