I raise my glass and salute him. “To sin, chaos, and hopefully redemption.Salud.”
He follows suit. “Salud.Poživem uvidim.”
“You know I like it when you say dirty Russian things to me. So what nasty thing did you say this time?”
“We will live, we will see.”
“Yes, we will,” I say with a smirk. “Now wish me luck. I’m going to see if anyone of the female variety is looking to upgrade her evening entertainment.”
“I’ll make sure to say a few words at your funeral, Silvestri.”
I wink at the Russian and turn on my heel, fully intending to disregard his advice. This hotel is neutral ground for all members of the Wolf Pack, the crime syndicate. Violence of any kind is not permitted, so I’m not concerned for my welfare. Besides, I’m not going to lay a finger on any of the daughters belonging to the crime lords.
But no one said I couldn’t fuck the hotel staff.
And I’ll be happy to give someone a big tip—my money and my cock.
I leave the noise of the banquet hall as I slip out the door. It closes behind me and I scan the area, searching for anyone in the vicinity. There’s no one to be found, so I cross the marble tiles, keeping my steps soundless. I may not be as responsible as my older brother Tristano, but what I lack in discipline, I make up for with cunning.
When life is a war, one must always be vigilant.
The lobby is empty and it doesn’t surprise me since this event consists of every crime family in good standing in the continental U.S. The woman manning the front desk has her sole focus trained on the computer screen in front of her and the light from it illuminates her face. This, along with her blonde hair in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, enables me to clearly see the details of her face. She’s pretty.
Pretty enough to suck my cock.
I make my way over to her and, at the sound of my shoes striking the floor, she lifts her head. When I smile her lips part and her chest rises with a deep breath. Then she straightens and gives me a smile as well.
This is going to be easy.
I rove my gaze over her, slowly and methodically, skimming her name tag and the curves of her body. She flushes at my obvious perusal but makes no move to stop me.
“Linda,” I say, bringing my accent to the forefront. “I’m in need of your service,amore. Perhaps you could help me, sì?”
“What can I do for you…Mr.?”
“Forgive me. Rafael Silvestri in the flesh.” I gesture to myself in a grand sweep, making sure to draw her gaze to my cock before dropping my hand. “Perhaps you could show me where the conference rooms are located? I have a need for privacy during my meeting.”
She licks her lips and the throbbing of her pulse increases. “Let me find someone to cover the front desk and then I can show you whatever you want.”
“Perfect.”
Linda must be the manager, because within sixty seconds another woman has taken her place and we’re walking into a different section of the hotel. As soon as we enter the elevator, she’s on me like a fucking tiger, digging her nails into my biceps and running her tongue up my neck.
“Not worried about the cameras, eh?” I say with a chuckle, my hands gripping her ass.
“Tonight’s gala came with explicit instructions concerning the security. There was to be no recording of any kind.”
The Wolf Pack isn’t leaving anything to chance, even on neutral grounds. Good to know.
“All the better for us.”
A single chime from the elevator indicates we’ve reached our floor, and we exit the doors, both our footsteps at a quick pace. Linda grabs my hand and all but yanks me into a nearby conference room. It’s a large space with a solid wall facing the hallway, decked out with a long, sleek table and comfortable-looking chairs that are akin to recliners. However, there's a set of windows which make up the fourth wall, featuring the gardens outside. The lights from outdoors filter into the room, but we’re shrouded in darkness other than that.
I slide my fingers through Linda’s hair and frame her head between my palms. Women are so delicate and fragile. Their small statures and soft features bring out an instinctive need in me to protect them, but I usually repress it. Although, I’m quick to administer pain in the form of reprimand.
Nothing like seeing a woman’s ass a pretty pink due to my hands. Or belt.
Speaking of, Linda is not fucking around and whips mine from the loops of my pants.
