“Conall, I…” Olis trails off as he finally gets a proper look at my new obsession. “Valentina,” he growls.
Valentina.
I groan as I turn back to her. Her name suits her so fucking perfectly.
My beautiful new little obsession.
Both of us remain motionless, hardly able to breath as we watch Valentina finish her set.
I stiffen as I watch her slowly begin to remove her bra, exposing her perfect chest to the entire room.
The only thing stopping me from storming the stage and covering her is the hand that grips my shoulder.
“Sit, brother. Let her finish her set.”
The sound of Victor’s voice doesn’t calm me, instead it has me stiffening as I watch my girl tease the Alphas and Betas going wild for her. How fucking dare they look at her with lust! How dare they look at the utter perfection that is mine!
Because that’s exactly what she is. Fuckingmine.
If I have to cause a scene, putting bullets into the skulls of every single person in this room, I will.
She eventually finishes her set and I feel a pang of relief as she covers her chest with the almost overflowing garbage bag full of money.
There is this look of relief on her face that is quickly covered up as she smiles sweetly at the security guard.
Valentina clutches the bag to her chest like it is a lifeline.
Is it?
Does my girl really need this job? Because if she does, I don’t have a single issue booking her for a private session every single night, laying blue strips at her feet as she dances for me.
Fuck, she doesn’t even have to dance for me. I would just pay for her to be in my presence.
“She is spectacular, isn’t she?” my brother asks. He appears breathless as I turn around. He looks towards the door that Valentina justwalked through as if he keeps watch, she might grace him with her presence again.
Although, judging by the way she spoke to me when she thought I was Vic, I highly doubt it would be a pleasant interaction.
“How doyouknow her?” Olis questions, his arms crossing over his chest as he frowns at our packmate. The inner Capo is never far from the surface. Since the family business was handed down from Victor and my fathers not long after we graduated university, the three of us have been permanently tuned into our work, hardly ever taking a single day off.
“She was the girl that we pulled Gerald off the other night,” Victor murmurs before taking a sip of his whiskey. Judging by the perfect color of the liquid, I’d assume that he ensured that we no longer serve the cheap shit Ivan insisted on.
I feel shocked as I look back towards the door that Valentina escapes through. I had wondered what had happened to that girl, not seeing her after Gerald was finally in pieces at my feet. To know that it was her that he was harassing has me wanting to pour another vat of acid over his corpse.
Maybe we should have put his still alive body through a woodchipper before putting him in acid.
I shake my head out of my deranged thoughts. I’m not surprised that they went in that direction though.
My Alpha has already claimed Valentina as his. He made his decision the moment that she stumbled into us.
I don’t utter a single complaint though. I want her just as badly as he does.
“How do you know her, Olis?” Vic utters, snapping me out of my stupor.
“I was walking Kye through the park when I noticed her and her daughter.”
Both Vic and I freeze.
She has a daughter? Fuck, that probably means that she already has a partner.
