She danced seductively, grinding her way around the stage in her sparkly white six-inch platforms, showing off her body, reveling in the attention, while the men stuffed money down her silky white lace thong. It was going to be a very good night for Caprice.
*
“Cazzo!! E li fuori, dove cazzo e?” Sergio yelled into the phone. He was not happy. The man he had hired to track Alex McCall was not doing his job as well as he had promised. This upset Sergio – highly. People received special surprises from Sergio when he became upset. Like bullets in their brains or knives slicing into their throat.
“Where is he?” demanded Sergio, his voice ice cold.
The man on the other end of the line spoke quickly, trying to make Sergio understand. “He is out of the city with the blonde woman. They left her flat at two o’clock pm, Friday afternoon. He approached the A40. I would have been easily spotted by McCall if I continued to follow him on the motorway. I could not take that chance.”
Sergio listened to the man, and grudgingly accepted his excuse. Sergio did not want to take any unnecessary chances. He was prepared to take his time with McCall, if need be. Sergio wanted everything to go according to plan – no fuck ups.
Sergio, his composure regained, placed the phone down quietly. He poured himself a drink and walked outside to the balcony overlooking the pool. Sergio lived in a lavish, three-story, eight bedroom villa outside of Naples, situated along the Amalfi Coast, with stunning views of the sea and mountains. Villa Isabella, he called it, named after his mother. He had a staff of maids and butlers to attend to his every need – almost every need. Caprice attended to the others. Sergio also had a team of bodyguards surrounding the villa at all times.
It was midnight when he had returned home from Bellisimo’s, the club in full swing. Sergio was not in the best of moods. The reason? Caprice. Sexy, gorgeous Caprice. He watched her on stage earlier tonight, his eyes glued to her while she performed. Sergio thought she was the most alluring woman he had ever met. The way she moved her body made his cock stand to attention like no other woman ever before. Of course, he’d had plenty of women, but there was something about Caprice - she was different. She was seductive and erotic, with a wild magnetism about her. Sergio wanted Caprice all to himself. Sergio thought he had been extremely understanding about her dancing, allowing her to continue to perform. But enough was enough. Caprice was his. It was becoming more and more difficult for Sergio to sit back and do nothing while she pushed her tits and ass in other men’s faces for money.
The more Sergio thought about it, the more angry and frustrated he became. Caprice would do as he said. Everybody did if they knew what was good for them.
The man was relieved to get off the phone with Sergio. He knew Sergio wasn’t going to like what he had to report. Tough shit. Greasy, Italian motherfucker, he thought. He would take his time with McCall and the blonde if he needed to. He wasn’t going to put himself in any situation where his cover might be blown. The man had put too much time and energy on it for him to take any unnecessary chances. Besides, he’d already gotten half the money up front. Not that he was doing this for the money. No, money was not the motivation. Something much more powerful and consuming than money. This was about revenge.
He knew that with McCall he would have to take his time, working carefully and methodically. Otherwise, if McCall got even a slight whiff of anything suspicious happening, he would go underground, never to be found again.
The man knew all of McCall’s tricks. He would know - many years ago, in what seemed like another lifetime, he had worked side by side with Alex McCall.
Chapter 18
“That was delicious,” I say, polishing off a
plate of the best lasagna I’d ever eaten. I was hungrier than I had realized.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Alex replies, sipping his wine while watching me.
“I did. You really are a fantastic cook. You should give me cooking lessons one of these days,” I say, grinning, running my fingertip over the rim of my glass.
“I think I could arrange that, if you’d like,” he responds flirtatiously.
I raise an eyebrow, slowly nodding my head. “Yes. I would like that.”
Alex leans over and kisses me, cupping my chin, our tongues intertwined. He whispers in my ear, “Let’s go relax on the couch.”
“Mmm……that sounds good,” I murmur.
We walk into the living room, and I curl up on one of the comfortable couches, the overstuffed cushions enveloping me with warmth and coziness.
Alex sits down beside me, curling up next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I lean against him, my hand placed lightly over his chest. “I could get used to this,” I sigh softly.
“So could I.”
I look up at Alex, my eyes full of want and need, and I kiss him. Softly at first, then with more intensity. Like a feline in heat, I pounce, straddling him. I pull his shirt up over his head, my hands all over his lean, muscular chest. Alex looks at me, a look of desire mixed with surprise.
I quickly take my shirt off, not waiting for Alex to do it, tossing it to the floor.
I feel his manhood pushing against his jeans, wanting to be released. My hips grind against him, teasing him, wanting him to beg for more.
“Katherine…..” Alex growls my name, his desire as strong as mine. He pushes up my white lace bra, exposing my breasts, my nipples hard and erect. Alex takes my breasts in both hands, caressing, massaging them.
Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust one of my nipples in his mouth, while he squeezes the other, causing me to gasp with pleasure.
“Ahh…..yess…..” I throw my head back, closing my eyes, the pleasure of his mouth on my nipples bringing me close to ecstasy.