I’m drawn to her lips that seem to have more shit pumped into it today. I don’t know who told her she looks good, but she keeps filling her face with shit. She’s supposed to be in her early forties but she looks really bad for her age with the surgery and enhancements.
God knows how much botox she must have inserted in that forehead to make it look the way it does. Literally like a board, it makes her smile uglier than it already is and her dark eyes more pronounced.
“She needs to go back to the dorm,” she says motioning to Megan who is fast asleep in the bed.
I shrug into my jacket and glare at her.
“Let her sleep,” I answer and she stares back at me, surprised. “She can go back to your dollhouse when she wakes up. You don’t need her for anything. Let her sleep.”
Stupid bitch. I don’t know who the fuck she’s trying to fool by calling the fucking place dorms. Who does she think she’s talking to?
“Get out,” I order and she practically flees.
One glance at Megan in the bed and I take in the vision of her.
Last night was crazy. It’s been a while since I allowed a woman to get so close to me. It’s been a while since I had a night like last night.
She’s young. Much younger than me I’m guessing. I’m thirty-eight and I peg her to be in her early twenties, yet I never thought twice about fucking her ruthlessly when I took her.
Now that I’ve fucking had a taste I want more.
Jesus…that’s not good.
I leave the room and make my way out. It’s gonna be a long day.
I see Lucca in the lounge area and he smiles at me, but I don’t return the smile.
“Enjoyed getting your dick wet last night?” he jokes.
As soon as I get up to him I grab him by his throat, catching him off guard and by surprise. This is for the whipping.
“Dante what the fuck!” he gasps for air and his stupid frog eyes go wide with fright.
“You whipped her,” I spit.
“Fuck, you’re upset over a fucking whore?” he throws back.
“Fuck you. Who made her a whore? You did, didn’t you? Motherfucking bastard.” I release him but push him so he crashes into the wall. “I don’t say anything about this place. I let you have your fun. I allow it and you make serious coins. Don’t let me hear of whippings again, and if you touch her again, you’re dead. Believe me, Lucca, you don’t want trouble with me.”
He starts to shake, as expected.
“Okay Boss… fine..” He holds his hands up in surrender.
I look him over and I think back to months ago. There was a girl who died here. He said she killed herself. I don’t believe him. I don’t believe him for one minute. I think he did it. He’s getting that look in his eyes now like he’s shitting himself with worry, hoping I won’t ask about her again.
I don’t because I know him. I’d have to kill him to get info like that and that’s the thing he’s worried about.
Motherfucker.
I walk out wanting to drop the promise to my father to look out for him. It would be easier if someone did take him down. I can’t be a bastard like that though and that’s why I call out my men and search the streets.
By nightfall, I have blood on my hands and a nasty scar on my side from a fucker who came at me with a fish knife.
But I have a name.
Antonio Monroe. That’s who wants Lucca dead. The guy Lucca killed was his nephew.
A hit is expected and this shit is going to take me days because the Monroe family aren’t fly by night fuckers you just pitch up an