Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Salvatore

I’m preparing things here at the club so everything can run without me.

Since I might not be here for a while it’s best to prep for all eventualities.

I do the accounts here too because we make so much money. I’ve called in Georgiou to do more nights here to cover myself and Mimi.

I don’t want her here while this situation is happening. She’ll probably argue that she needs to be here to take care of the girls but this is one time she’ll have to listen.

Bad enough that her old man came by last night and looked none too pleased to see me with her, but I want to show his ass I’m taking care of her.

I know I should show more consideration because Mimi was mortified when we came out of her office and saw him- and yes, he did totally hear us having sex-but I didn’t care. To me it answered any questions he might have as to what I was getting up to with his daughter.

I saw that worried look though, something in his eyes that told me he wouldn’t just let it all go. When I came back from fixing the lights he was gone and Mimi didn’t look happy. Sure enough he said something to her about me, just like the past when he used to come and get her while we were hanging out.

Right now pleasing daddy dearest was so low on my list of things to do, he could fuck off until I had time to deal with his worries.

All he needs to know now is Mimi’s safe.

She’s at the restaurant now setting up and I have men watching her. I didn’t want to leave her but I had to, best to check in on everything while I can. What I hate is when things go quiet.

Even if one day passes and nothing happens it makes me suspicious as fuck. I don’t see it as having one more day to prepare for the shit to hit the fan. I see it as one more day for the enemy to delve deeper into their plans.

I’ve had the club debugged and anyone who can be a target or used in any way has been issued with a new phone. Fuck, I’ve even had the security system here checked out.

I guess though that if me, Nick or Gabe aren’t here the worry is less. I don’t want shit happening here though.

Not at the club. I won’t risk it. I want people who come here to be safe from the danger but the place, as wild as it is, is a sanctuary where you can be free to be who you want to be and whoever you want to be with. There needs to be a certain level of safety in the atmosphere and the vibe of the place for that to happen.

So if us not being here achieves that then amen so let it be.

I shut down my computer and get up from my chair. I just have to talk to Christian then I’m out.

He was meeting with a client who wanted to book one of the halls for a private party. We do that too. Started it when we kept getting requests. The bulk of the requests always come from Doms and because they like the sex dungeon so much and the ideas that we have down there, they want it all for their own parties.

The sex dungeon was my idea and it brings in a nightly fortune with a basic ticket price per person at seven hundred and fifty dollars. I figured at the time that people into that lifestyle could afford it. I wasn’t wrong. Some of them come every night.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The client Christian is meeting now is a little like that. His name is Master Winters. People would be shocked to shit if they knew that in the real world he’s a judge. We’re not even supposed to know that but we keep the secrets we’re supposed to keep. I found out after running a check on him when he booked his first party and wanted a room that was already booked. The man paid twenty grand to move the other party so he could have his. I had to make sure the money wasn’t dirty. I found it couldn’t have been cleaner.

I switch the light off in my office and make my way to the fourth floor to Christian’s private lounge. His is near Gabe’s, opposite the people who are in group relationships.

They like watching group sex and in years gone by we all used to be overly fascinated by it.

Christian is sitting on the sofa watching now.

I look over at the booth across from us on the other side of the balcony. Inside are three men sharing a woman and they’re all ruthless about the way they take her.

She’s straddling the guy sitting down, riding his cock as guy number two pounds relentlessly into her ass, and guy number three feeds her his cock.

I remember when I first saw this type of scenario. It was the act itself that got me, then I got used to it.

What I will never get used to is the fascination with the people themselves. The saying- everyone is different- is very true. They’re different when they have sex too, so while I could have seen this scenario hundreds of times, what’s arousing as fuck is the fucking and the claiming. Like watching animals and each of those guys look like they want to own their woman.

I look to Christian and continue my stride toward him.

As usual he has a topless waitress serving him drinks and as usual it’s some poor girl who looks like she’s fallen prey to his charm. I can tell from the way they look.

We’re the last two Giordano bachelors left and unlike me he’s relishing the attention he’s getting. I see his bartender tonight is the new girl and she’s topless too.

He looks up when I approach and sends the waitress away with the drink she was about to pour him.

He looks worried. I have to give him credit. On the regular he works my last nerve, but when I need him he jumps into action.

“Hey,” I say. “The meeting go okay?”

“All fine. Is everybody okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah they’re as okay as they can be.”

He sighs with frustration. “Salvatore, surely there must be something I can do to help. I already feel bad that you guys are being targeted.”

I look him over and think of how much he sounds like me when I was told to do nothing. He’s my cousin, but I worry over him like I do my brothers. He’s not like us though. None of them are.

He has on occasion gotten involved in a fight where we needed him but this is above him.

Christian is the youngest of us at thirty two and it’s clear he’s a businessman. That’s how it’s gonna be, especially on this trip.

“Christian… we’ll do better worrying less about the rest of the family. You’re helping enough by being here, because it doesn’t look like I’m gonna be here for a while,” I answer.

He looks surprised to hear that. “Really Salvatore, that’s never happened.”

“Yeah, it’s safer. I’m gonna lay low and I want you to do the same. You see anything, you call Vincent okay?”

“Of course, please let me know if I can do more.”

“You bet. I’m off.”

He gives me a curt nod but also a one shouldered hug.

“Take care cousin. Be careful.”

“Yeah, you too.”

I leave him and make my way back down the corridor.

“Leaving so soon,” coos a familiar voice and I stop mid-stride.

Cora- or Corrin, I still can’t remember her name- steps out from behind one of the pillars like she was waiting for me. I frown when I see she’s topless, wearing nothing but her panties.

This chick is really trying it with me.

We don’t require the waitresses to walk around topless. They’re as much an attraction in the place as we are, of course the ones that do get a lot of action. Not up here though.

Down below on the floor or in the playboy lounge where she can give some rich bastard a lap dance, or an offer to fuck him. Looks like tonight though the rich bastard she’s chosen is me.

“Yes I am leaving, something you need?” I try for professional.

She walks right over to me and stops a breath away. It’s too close for my liking but I don’t step back. I want her to know she doesn’t faze me, whatever she’s doing.

“I did,” she answers, running her finger over my chest. “I was thinking of being a good little employee and offering you some of those special skills I have listed on my resumé.”

“I’m fine thanks.” Always and ever polite to my staff.

“We could go back to your lounge and I could give you the best lap dance you’ve ever had in your life, or we could go to your room and I could give you the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life.” She gives me a saucy smile. “I’d be real quiet, wouldn’t say anything at all to Mimi. She’s so nice, wouldn’t want her to feel any kind of way.”

Women really are complicated creatures. I’m not sure how she can talk about Mimi like that and invite me to cheat.

Frankly, I don’t know why she doesn’t go and bother Christian. This broad has seen me with Mimi, definitely knows we’re together and still wants to fuck me.

I hate cheating. I would rather be a player than a cheater and I’ve never been that either.

I’ve been the playboy. That’s different, there are no expectations from playboys.

“No,” I answer, flat and plain. The smile on her face falls and she quirks a brow.

“No?”

“No… look.” I get closer, right up in her personal space. “You do this again and you’re out. Fired. Fucked. Understand?”

I make sure I look her square in the eyes so she understands.

“Yeah… I understand.” Her cheeks flush and she blinks several times in disbelief.

“You can go now.” I grit my teeth.

She looks more embarrassed than anything as she walks away.

I shake my head and release a ragged breath. I was just about to continue down the path when something catches my eye.

Fuck… no not something someone…

Stephano is standing on the balcony across from me. I see him first then Riccardo and Davide who walk up to him.

The three of them are just watching me and they’re not far from the booth with the foursome.

I don’t know what the hell to do. I can’t use my gun in here, and fuck, that’s the last of my damn worries, what if they decide to use their guns? What if they kill someone?

Well I’m not going to stand here and look around like an idiot.

I start running down the path. I have to get to the other side where they are and the fucking path feels like it’s never ending.

I run top speed and wait until I cross over the apex before I reach for the gun in my back pocket.

I just about see Stephanou with his stupid smile as he turns into the archway.

He’s still too far from me and he’ll get away before I get to him.

Fuck, Isn’t that better though? For him to leave the club.

I want him gone but I want him dead. Adrenaline fuels my movements, but I’m not fast enough. I fly down the stairs they seem to have taken and I don’t know which way they went.

I grab the phone and call security, getting everyone out to help me.

The thing was the guys at the door knew not to let them in from the get go.

I can’t see Stephano, Ricardo or Davide anywhere. Fuck I don’t fucking know if they’re still inside the club or if they left. They could kill someone.

I march down to the front door and see Hunter, my head of security. If he let them in I want to know why he would cross me like that.

“Hunter, Stephano was here, you let him in?” I balk. If he was sloppy he’s fired. He’s worked for me for five years but all it takes is one mistake.

“No, of course not.” He shakes his head.

Jaxon, another guard rushes out sweating. “Boss, no one has seen them, looks like they might have taken off.”

I grit my teeth and walk away, reaching for my phone again to call Vincent.

I’ll check the CCTV after I speak to him then leave.

I don’t know when I’ll be back, it’s not safe for the people here to be around me.