“Why not?”
Calmly, I turned her to face the mirrors and fixed her ponytail. “Because,” I growled, pressing my erection into her ass. “When I take you, it will not be gentle.”
That was the truth. I would destroy her body, ruining her for anyone else. She arched into me, grinding against me, and I let her, only for a moment.
I smacked her ass.
“Be a good girl,” I hissed, straightening her dress. She turned to face me, and I kissed her. “When we go in there, you speak to no one. We clear?” I said firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
I smirked and pressed the button to open the doors. As she took my arm, I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Everything I say about you once we exit this box is a lie. None of it is real, and I don’t see you that way.”
She nodded as the doors opened, and we were greeted with a row of guns…pointed directly at us.
A dark smile spread across my face as joy filled my cold heart.
Yay! I got to kill someone!
Chapter Fourteen
Kay
Guns.
So many guns.
Pointed at me.
If my world wasn’t just rocked by the hand of the mafia man standing next to me, I might have screamed. I stepped closer to him in the face of death, praying my demon would save me.
Don’t get me wrong, ya girl could fight, but when someone brought a gun to a fist fight…
“Gentleman,” Collin stated, “I didn’t know that pissing me off was on the agenda this evening.”
The weapons were lowered immediately as one man to the left of me began rattling off in Italian. Collin and I stepped into the second level of Club Sweat, the floor for members only that required an access card to enter. The man was still yelling at us as we made our way across the vast floor. There was a bar in the center of the room, a giant glass circle, with a tower of alcohol in the middle. My eyes scanned the brands as we passed.
“Jesus,” I muttered. Some of the most expensive bottles in the world were sitting on the top shelf. There were rooms along the walls—well…
“Yeah, G told me she has to work in these pods. They're like private rooms for meetings and shit.”
My brother’s words from months ago echoed in my head as we approached one of the pods. Collin’s hand dropped to the small of my back and ushered me inside.
In the center of the pod was a circular table—with a naked woman dancing on it. My jaw opened as her huge tits swung back and forth but didn’t shock me the most. It was her eyes. She stared straight ahead—at nothing—as her hands wrapped around the pole sticking out from the table and spun. She stopped and lowered herself as she spread her knees letting everyone seeeverything.A finger slid under my chin and forced my mouth closed.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, darling,” Collin said low.Darling.
He was putting on a show, and I needed to follow suit. I nodded and took a seat, trying to calm my nerves. The orgasm he gave me helped so much which made me wonder if he did that on purpose...
I glanced up at him as he spoke quietly with some man standing a foot away from me. This man, the one who embodied the face of death, wanted me to feel…protected.
Col sat beside me, in the center of the round bench that crowded around the stripper table, spreading his knees as he looked up to the short man still yelling at us in a different language. Men filed in, dressed in three-piece suits, lighting up cigars and pouring their liquor. I crossed my legs and straightened my back, my breath hitching as Collin’s fingers found the end of my ponytail. My eyes found his.
You’re safe, Angel.
I nodded slightly before he turned to look straight ahead. Show time.
“Tu terrai la tua lingua alla mia presenza, o io la taglierò,” my demon said calmly to the man in front of us.
