Romeo Giavanni was The Boss. The man in charge who gave the orders everyone must follow. They ruled the city. No one could touch them. He also happened to be friends with Romeo’s son, Raphael. In their world, friendships were rare. Loyalties were always tested, but he and Raphael were tight. They’d fought together side by side for years.
In fact, his friend was currently getting his dick sucked by one of the waitresses who thought her meal ticket was screwing the owner’s son.
Raphael didn’t need him and this beauty had caught his attention.
“You’re way too sure of yourself, aren’t you? You just tell a girl like it is and she does as she’s told.”
“Usually.” He realized pretty quickly that this woman didn’t have a clue who he was, or whose club she was in.
“I’m not like that. Your dirty words are a nice, refreshing change though.”
Before he could say anything else, Casey came over with her new boyfriend of the night. “I’m heading out. Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I can stay if you want.”
His woman shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Go. Have some fun. I’ll be leaving soon.”
Casey moved in for a hug. “Don’t think too hard. He looks like he’s up for a good time. Get off your stubborn ass and have some fun yourself.”
He heard what Casey said even if she had tried to say it low.
Smirking into his drink, he nodded at the bartender to fill his glass. The confidence the man had shown moments ago was gone. He poured with a shaking hand.
The last bartender had tried to kill Raphael with poison. Antonio had ended him. Covered the club with blood, and it had taken several days for their crew to clean up the mess. Of course, the story had made the rounds among their crowd.
“Nice friend,” he said as his prey was once again alone. He loved her fucking curves. Even though she was dressed in a lot more clothes than the other customers, they didn’t hide her body one bit.
Big tits, the kind he wanted to see swaying in front of him or slapping against her body with the pounds of his cock. Full hips, enough for him to hold on to as he fucked her. A round, shapely ass that he wanted to fuck just as well.
In fact, there were a lot of dirty things he wanted to do to this woman.
“Do you always do the right thing?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Hang out with your friend. Keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. Go home to your lonely place. No man. You’re a babysitter while your friend is living it up.”
“Wow, talk about overstepping proper, polite conversation.”
“I don’t follow the rules. I take what I want when I want. You wouldn’t know about all that,” he said. “You’re not used to taking what you want. You’re happy for other women to come along and take it from you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I don’t? Then prove me wrong.” He wanted to smile. This was going exactly how he’d hoped.
“How?” She glared at him.
Yes, this woman didn’t have a clue who he was. There was no fear in her eyes. Nothing. She saw him as just a man. Not a monster, and he really fucking liked that. The women of his world, some of them wanted to fuck him to just have that badge of honor.
“Come home with me and let me fuck your brains out.”
“You think you’re that good?”
“I know no woman has left my bed unsatisfied. Or you can head home and I’ll once again be right.”
“Bartender, give me a shot,” she said.
He watched her as she glared at him. She really was cute.
With her drink full, she downed it in one swallow and grabbed his hand. It took him every single ounce of restraint not to break her arm. No one touched him, not even the women. He held them down and fucked them, telling them what they would do, not the other way around. He had to keep his shit together or he’d mess up.
She pulled him out of the bar, and he sent a quick text to Raphael.
He didn’t get a response but he knew his friend would be busy and he had plenty of soldiers keeping an eye on him.
“Do you have a car?” she asked.
He snapped his fingers. The valet had already seen him exit and would bring his car. Within seconds, it was in front of him. He helped her into the car and walked to the driver’s side.
Sitting behind the wheel, he pulled away from the bar. She didn’t speak and he took her to the one place he was willing to take her. The apartment a few blocks from the club. It was where he took all of his fucks. Each one always given their marching orders in the morning.