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“There you are! I was starting to panic,” Sephie sighed in relief when she saw me and handed me back my coat. “So, did you do it? Did you teach him a lesson?”
“Of course I did. There is no denying it now. Flora was a pro and they just lost their best worker!” I giggled and she gasped with disbelief as laughter danced in her eyes. “I left him there. Tied up with cum in his pants.”
“You didn’t!” she screamed as I linked her arm in mine and we made our way to the entrance.
“Si. And it felt fucking good!”
“What’s the catch?” Lorenzo dared to ask, leaning back in his chair as he looked over the contract Fabi had drawn up to present to Veril.
“No catch. It’s all written there in black and white,” I replied, lifting my whiskey to my lips. I didn’t appreciate the implication that I couldn’t be trusted. My word was as good as gold and one thing that really got my blood boiling was when someone saw no value in it.
“And the second-party owners’ profit…”
“Us,” I stated, giving him a hard look.
Lorenzo shook his head and my anger raged under my calm exterior. “Veril will never sign anything if he doesn’t know who he is fully going into business with. I will have to explain your involvement.”
“No. You won’t. He will sign. This is an offer too good to refuse,” I sighed, lowering my glass to the table. I exchanged a look with Fabi. Only he knew how quickly my patience could snap and my savageness could rocket from 0 to 100. Some called me unpredictable. I just saw how it was. Having to deal with ignorant assholes who underestimated me at every turn. I had learned from a very young age that sometimes the only way to make people take notice of you was to leave a trail of fear in your wake. They soon come to their senses.
“He won’t go for it. He will be insulted-” Lorenzo shook his head again, lowering the contract onto the table.
My eyes hardened and I clicked my tongue before turning to give Lorenzo my coldest, most disturbing smile. His eyes widened slightly in response and he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat.
“You know Leone, I am a very generous man. I have been good to you. I helped you build this empire. You married my sister. I’ve supported you financially against your war with Buccini. Yet you are only concerned about insulting a drug lord? You clearly have it all under control… so I will give you until the end of the week to take back the 5% hold Buccini stole from under your nose and gain another 10% which is what this deal would do for you or… I may just let Diego Barbieri know what a useless piece of shit he married his daughter to and how he put his faith in the wrong family to take over the North,” I grabbed the contract off the table and flicked open my zippo, the flame dancing against the corner of the paper.
“Wait!” He shouted. “Okay! Merda!”
I snapped shut the metal lighter and pushed the contract back towards Lorenzo over the table. He relaxed as he lifted his own hand to take it and I moved with agile yet deadly speed to strangle him before his men could predict it. I heard shuffling behind me as they must have stepped forward but were blocked from interfering by my own men. Lorenzo’s face was slowly turning red and blotchy as he spluttered and lifted his hand to halt his soldiers.
“Know your place, Leone. I own you. Your family works for mine. I say go fuck yourself, you ask how hard. Ci siamo capiti?”
He made a choked, wheezing noise that I took as a ‘yes’ and I released my death grip on his trachea, rearranging his tie neatly. “Bravo. I’d hate to fall out with my family, fratello.”
He gasped for a breath, leaning back in his chair. I relaxed back into mine and took a calm, civilised sip of my drink as Fabi straightened his suit jacket and sat back down, shooting me a smirk.
“Call your hounds to heel,” I demanded as Lorenzo’s men all looked to him for their next instructions. He raised his hands and they all stepped back. I rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt and opened a few buttons to reveal the top of my chest.
“I best get in touch with Veril,” Lorenzo stood up and nodded to us before slipping out the main bar of the club and making his way to his office, a few of his men trailing behind him.
“Oh you just love to wind him up, don’t you?” Fabi chuckled.
“More than you know,” I smirked, before something in the air shifted around me and my body tensed in response. My eyes darted around the room for the cause and I stiffened when they settled on her. Holy hell. My heart instantly pounded at the sight of her in the sexy, diamond lingerie I had requested she wore for her shift. I knew she would look insane wearing it, but she still left me speechless. Motionless even. Those bright, dark eyes with a wicked gleam found mine and she smiled. That smile said a thousand unspoken words. That whatever she was about to do—was all for me. That she knew I was playing with her. But she was up for the challenge. In that instant, I knew I had met my perfect match. She wasn’t worried or scared of losing her job. She was determined. And my dick pulsed with anticipation.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she weaved gracefully with that unwavering confidence yet captivating innocence that I found so attractive, touching men tenderly, leaving them all drooling after her. She had the entire room under a spell. When she sat down on one lucky fucker’s lap and I watched his hand run over her thigh, fury erupted through my body, the emotion taking me by complete surprise. I had never been a jealous man. I had never had any reason to be jealous of anyone. Apart from that one time. One insane moment in a pokey art studio in Buccini’s back garden. A flash of jealousy over the thought of another boy claiming Elenora Buccini’s first kiss. That feeling had made me act with impulsivity. Claiming it as my own kiss to steal. And now that feeling was back but stronger. I wanted her, this mysterious woman, all to myself. No other man was allowed to touch what was mine.
She stood up abruptly and swished her red hair over her shoulder. I had come to the conclusion that hair wasn’t hers. Most of the workers wore wigs to protect their true identity and the more I looked at her, the more I knew she was hiding. Hiding who she really was.
As soon as she disappeared behind the red curtain, men were scrambling to their feet to follow the woman who had hypnotised them all with each provocative sway of her hips.
“Is that your girl?” Fabi breathed, whistling in admiration which only made me even more pissed. I stood up, storming through the tables towards the man that had dared to touch her as he scrambled to follow her towards the room. Spinning him, and shoving him hard against the wall, my forearm pressed firmly against his throat, his eyes bulged in fear.
“Get out. Before I take that hand as a souvenir.”
“Cosa?” he stuttered as I shoved him away from me and into one of my men’s grips before I stepped behind the red curtain. My feet stood frozen to the spot when I saw her dancing seductively to the thumping beat. I was breathing hard now, mixed with unhealthy desire and burning jealousy that every man in here was seeing what I was. Yet, she kept her gaze only on me. It was the only thing that was calming me. That even though every man in here was craving her attention, she was directing it all towards me. Whether that was a good thing or not, I wasn’t so sure. But it was stopping me from losing my shit entirely and that was enough.
When the other dancer started to caress her body and grind against her, my nostrils flared. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t even like seeing another woman touching her. Get a grip, Alessio! Flora suddenly grabbed the girl’s face in her hands and pulled her to her lips as they started kissing passionately. My hands clenched into fists at my side but my dick throbbed; hard and rigid.
When they finally stopped and the other dancer started to work the room, I realised that men were all pleasuring themselves as they watched Flora’s incredible body, twisting and swaying around the pole as the lighting reflected off the diamonds. Now, I fucking regretted making her wear that. It was meant for my eyes only. Not theirs.
