He might have the beauty of the fairytale, but I won’t be foolish enough to think he’s a prince who will save me. After all, only the princesses get saved.
I’m a whore in a brothel.
I continue walking, knowing that if we do meet there’s only one thing we’ll be doing. If that does happen, I pray he won’t hurt me as much as the others did.
I pray he won’t shatter me and break me beyond repair.
Chapter Two
Dante
Fresh meat…
That doll was definitely that.
Fresh and beautiful, out of place, and not like the other girls here. The fact that she was on the top floor says it all.
With a face like an angel and a body made for serious fucking, that cousin of mine is most assuredly making a pretty penny off a girl like that.
Boy does Lucca know how to pick.
How much did she owe? Or, rather, what sort of debt repayment was she?
She’s not here by choice. No way would I believe that. I can always tell.
So can Lucca. That’s what he does.
Can’t pay your debts? He’ll take your daughter instead.
Lucca is one sick motherfucker, but has a handle on his business.
He’s not me, though. Enough said. That’s why I’m here.
I walk into the room where he’s dared to summon me. I just got back from business in Sicily. I might have grabbed a girl to fuck for the night on the regular, but I literally just stepped off the plane when Lucca called me to let me know shit was going down.
He’s standing by the floor to ceiling glass wall watching the girls in the lounge tend to the men. That glass wall only allows you to see out, not in, so he can see all that happens. Clever fucker.
Three of the girls are out there including the doll I just bumped into. He’s watching her the most. Fascinated. It’s understandable. She is beautiful. I meant it when I called her Bellezza.
That striking raven hair against those sea-green eyes is enough to lure you in to stare. Add the way that silk of her negligee caresses her body and any man would be a goner, even a big-time badass boss like me.
Lucca’s drinking a glass of whiskey, just watching the girl. The fucker hasn’t even heard me come in. No wonder he nearly died.
Lucca has the same curse, however, that strikes every Marchesi I know. Every last one, including me, loves pussy. He was just sex-crazed enough to make money from his obsession.
Ice clinks against his crystal glass as he smiles at the girl, the poor lamb oblivious to his stare.
When his hands drop to his dick so he can touch himself I clear my throat. No fucking way am I gonna stand here and watch him jerk off.
He turns to face me wide-eyed, flushed. At least he shows the respect he should and straightens up to address me.
“Dante didn’t see you there.”
“No, I could see you were too busy thinking with your dick to give a fuck that the boss of the family is in your presence,” I state, and sweat beads on his upper lip.
Family or not, I’m not a man to fuck with and I don’t do favors for anybody.
This shit that’s happening to him will fall into that category. So I’ll require payment. That’s why he’s giving me