I nod and wet my lips, wiping my sweaty palms on my pants. “Okay, let’s go.”
We walk up a set of stairs, and when we get to an office door that says, “Manager,” Carla doesn’t bother knocking and just walks in. What we walk into is certainly an eye-opener. There’s a naked girl tied up with two men spit roasting her. Tears leak from her eyes as the man in front holds her head, choking her on his cock. Her ass is red where the man fucking it has been smacking it with each thrust.
“Fuck off, Izzy, if you don’t want to be next, that is.” The man fucking her ass doesn’t even turn to look as he speaks, but the man at the girl’s head does.
“Oh fuck.” He quickly pulls his dick out of the girl’s mouth and tucks it back into his pants. The girl sobs, and it doesn’t sound like pleasure as the man stammers, “Mrs. Mancini, we weren’t expecting you today.”
“No shit, Joe,” my aunt drawls dryly. The man in the girl’s ass stops and turns, looking over his shoulder. “Ah, Eddie Kodet! I’m pretty sure I warned you about what would happen if you were caught with the merchandise again.”
He pulls out and shoves the poor girl. Because her arms are bound, she lands hard on the floor. “What’s it to you, bitch? Lorenzo and I have an arrangement.”
Joe gapes in disbelief at Ed, who doesn’t care about being naked and just goes around to the other side of the desk and lights up a cigarette. His dick is still hard and glistening with the woman’s juices.
“Tori, untie Misty and help her up.” My aunt ignores the naked man. “Joseph, if you value your life and your job, you will go and get Candy from the stage and send her in here before joining Bill at the bar. I will deal with the two of you after.”
Joe doesn’t even have to be told twice, not looking at his naked boss for approval as he hurries out of the room. Ed sits down at his desk and eyes me up and down. “Did you bring me a new girl? Well, let’s see how well she can suck my cock before I give her a chance.”
I gag loudly enough for him to hear, and he loses his smirk as a look of fury crosses his face. I ignore him, knowing Carla is about to blow a gasket, and hurry over to untie Misty. “Are you okay?” I ask the poor girl as I try to rub feeling back into her arms. She has mascara and lipstick smeared all over her face, and her bleached blonde hair is in disarray.
She shakes her head. “No. Ed told me if I didn’t do it, I was out. I have a baby at home, and I need this job. He said I only had to suck Joe’s dick. He’s handsome and he’s always been nice to me, so it was no hardship, but then Ed grabbed me and tied me up and fucked me. I saidno, but he wouldn’t listen.”
The ice-cold fury I felt when I realized what Stacey did to me washes over me in an instant. I help Misty to her feet just as the door opens behind us and the stripper from the stage walks in, still only in her thong. She’s sexy as fuck with a banging body. Her red hair hangs over one shoulder, covering one breast, and the other one is uncovered, but not even that can distract me at the moment. I reach for my gun, but Carla puts her hand over mine.
“Not yet. Patience, my dear,” she says quietly.
“Hi, Carla. You wanted to see me?” She catches sight of Misty next to me, and her smile drops. “Fuck you, Ed, you fucking cunt.” She hurries over, puts her arm around the tearful girl, and leads her out of the room. “I’ll take care of her, I promise.”
“Thank you, Candy,” my aunt replies, her gaze remaining on the scum in front of us.
“Well, Ed, not only did you break my rules, but you also just told Stephano’s daughter to suck your cock.”
“Isn’t that all she’s good for?” he asks, shrugging, not showing any concern at all.
Carla pulls out her phone. After tapping at her screen, she puts it to her ear. “Mickey, I have a candidate for Tori’s interrogation training.” Ed’s face blanches, and his dick finally starts to wilt. “I know it’s a little earlier than we planned, but it’s not every day the perfect candidate lands in your lap. Could you send someone to pick him up? Oh, and we need a new manager for the Kitty Cat Club too. I’ll leave Phil here for today, but it needs to happen ASAP.”
He must be talking, because she listens for a moment before saying, “Okay,” and hanging up.
“Today’s your lucky day, Ed. I was just planning to put a bullet in your brain, but you get to breathe for another twenty-four hours—maybe even a little longer depending on how well Tori’s interrogation lesson goes tomorrow. Though I’m pretty sure by the time they are done with you, you’ll be begging for a bullet.”
He scrambles out of his chair and runs around the room, gathering his clothes while we watch.
When he’s finally dressed, Carla looks at me. “Can you guard him while I go get Phil? He’s watching the other two at the bar for me. Don’t let him leave. Oh, and Tori, we need him alive for your training, so behave yourself.”
“Sure,” I agree, and she leaves. I wander over to the double mirror that looks out over the stage. I can see the whole club from here.
“I didn’t know Mr. Russo had a daughter. I thought he only had a son, Giovanni,” Ed says from behind me. He must not realize that I can see his reflection in the glass in front of me, and I watch as he edges to the door. He must think he’s clever by trying to distract me with the lame conversation.
“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about Mr. Russo,” I muse quietly as I watch him reach for the door handle. I’m surprised he didn’t try to come for me. He’s smarter than he seems. I spin, and he freezes with his hand on the handle. “Going somewhere?” I ask him, and he sneers, puffing up his body to try and intimidate me, but I’ve seen him naked, and that’s so not going to work.
“No fucking bitch, regardless of being the boss’s daughter, is going to stopmefrom leaving.”
“Okay, good luck,” I say calmly, waving my hand in the direction of the exit. He gapes in surprise before smirking and all but wrenching open the door and hurrying out.
Reaching behind me, I pull out my gun. I follow, take aim, and pull the trigger. The noise is deafening in the corridor, and I wince, not having done that without earmuffs on before. Although my ears are ringing, I don’t miss Ed’s scream as my bullet explodes his kneecap and he goes tumbling down the stairs, ass over tit, banging his head against the wall as he goes. Oops. Snickering, I hurry after him, dodging the blood trail on the way down.
When I get to the bottom, he’s rolling around in agony on the floor, holding his leg, and my aunt and Phil are standing over him. When she sees me, she raises an eyebrow in question.
“He tried to leave,” I tell her, shrugging, my voice coming out louder than I expected. Tucking my gun back into the holster, I grab my ears, trying to ease the ringing.
