She fidgeted a little in front of me, stepping from foot to foot as I studied her beautiful naked form.
In the video, I could only see that her eyes were a light color, but in person, they were a pale green. There were flecks of blue in them, which reminding me of the glittering oceans of the Caribbean. They were wide and a little bit afraid, but there was an insatiable curiosity hidden inside them that was impossible to miss.
“How did you find out about the Montagna safehouse?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. I crossed my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked her pointedly.
“Jon Moretti,” she answered, and her lower lip protruded just the tiniest bit in the cutest little pout I’d ever seen.
“I am the kingpin of the Montagna family. You stole from me. Cut the act, Mila. You’re the one that broke into my vault and stole millions of dollars from me,” I said curtly, and a delicious shiver of fear cascaded across her flesh right before my eyes.
It was the kind of shiver that a bad girl makes when she knows she’s gotten caught.
“I know who you are,” she responded. She was trembling, but that stopped when she looked away from me. Her erect pink nipples stood even more at attention. I pushed myself up from my chair and she flinched, taking a quick step backwards.
“I’m going to ask again. How did you find out about my safehouse?” I pressed.
She gulped anxiously. Her gaze lifted to mine, prideful and arrogant and much in need of a very firm hand. My palm twitched, but I held back. She opened and closed her mouth several times, almost as if she were trying to decide whether or not she should answer, and I stayed silent. I watched her body language closely.
She was probably worried that I might kill her, but I had no plans to do that.
Unlike my predecessors, I absolutely refused to hurt a woman or a child. Ever. I didn’t care what the situation called for. My world lived and died by a man’s hand, and it would remain that way for as long as I was in charge. My men would abide by that rule as well. If they disobeyed me, they would pay for it with their lives.
I wouldn’t condone it. Not for anything.
She worried her bottom lip, her shoulders curling toward me. If she didn’t answer soon, I was going to start dealing with things in a much more shameful way.
“I didn’t,” she began.
“You didn’t what,” I cut her off. She shrank back slightly, trying to gauge my mood. I didn’t give her any indication that I was angry or annoyed. I remained as calm as I could manage, but her refusal to answer my question was going to result in a much more painful punishment than I had originally intended.
My cock was rock hard just thinking about it.
My gaze dropped to the cusp between her legs. Her folds were pink and swollen with arousal and there was nothing I wanted to do more at that moment than to spank them bright red with my bare hand.
I decided to start more simply.
“Did you rob me, Mila? Think carefully before you answer me, little girl. I don’t take kindly to liars,” I warned her.
She studied me intently, not saying anything right away. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the screenshot I’d captured of her. I held it up for her, letting her take it in.
She swallowed nervously, glancing back at me with a very guilty look. “Yes,” she finally whispered. Her nipples pebbled tightly.
My cock jumped with desire.
This was going to be so much more enjoyable than I’d thought it would be.
“Who do you work for?” I asked pointedly.
“I don’t work for anyone,” she muttered.
I stared at her, not really believing that she was capable of pulling off such a heist without help. James had insisted that she was a woman of incredible skill. Just looking at her standing before me though, I found that hard to swallow. She was so small and dainty with pert little breasts and full round hips. Her ass was shaped like an upside-down heart and the only thing I wanted to do was bend her back over the desk and fuck her long and hard until she screamed my name.
“No?” I pressed, unable to keep my curiosity at bay.
“Men have tried to buy out my skills in the past, but I have several powerful friends that have helped keep me safe,” she murmured.