But Dani was gone. And I didn’t see her again for days.
Chapter 25
Dani
Iswungmybodyaround the pole, hooking my foot near the top before sliding down, crossing my fingers that my leather bralette would contain my boobs. I didn’t need to turn this into that kinda show. I had a strict no nipples policy.
Dad told me earlier that my new target was Sebastian Sanchez–yes, big-dicked Marco’s little, well–youngerbrother. He said Gio was working on a deal with the Dominguez crew, and Bash was now head of the gun segment of his business. When he said Bash was mytarget, he meant that he wanted me to please him. He wanted me to make him feelcomfortablewhile he was here.
He wanted me to fuck him.
Guys My Ageby Hey Violet blared from the speakers throughout the room as I lost myself in the motions. Men watched me with greedy eyes, convinced they could be the older man to prove the song right. That I couldn’t possibly be pleased by someone my own age.
But they’d never been fucked by Kane Moretti.
My body was so responsive to him–even against my will. I didn’t want to be attracted to him. I didn’t want to have earth-shattering orgasms because of him.
But I did.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on my throat, his breath on my neck, his cock in my–
The song ended and I vacated the stage with a smile. I needed to focus, but ever since Kane fucked me that first time, I’d been lost in my own thoughts.
The night wasn’t done–now the real work began. And why did my insides coil at the thought of having to fawn over another guy? I would have to touch him and let him touch me. I’d probably fuck him.
My stomach dropped.
I couldn’t be wishy-washy with Bash. He would be able to see through my act if I flinched from his touch or shied away from his advances. I hadn’t done anything like that in a while. I’d grown used to my role, and now Kane was fucking all that up with his magical dick and tatted fingers.
Tucking those thoughts to the back of my mind as I went backstage, I changed into a black and red lace dress that barely covered my ass cheeks and a pair of matching Louboutins. I reapplied my makeup, used the toilet, and washed my hands three times. I might’ve been trying to waste time so I didn’t have to talk to him.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Giving myself the best pep-talk I could muster, I followed the hallway back to the main room. Bash was at a VIP table with a few other mobster types wearing hair gel, suits, and shiny shoes that cost more than most people’s rent. Kane was at the table next to Bash’s...along with Theo, Noah, Xavier, and a few random girls.Great. Did they have to beright there, watching, making me even more nervous?
Get your shit together, Killer. This is child’s play for you.
I leaned against the bar and took a sip of my water with lime. At least it wouldlooklike I was drinking booze. My eyes scoped the room, acquiring my target, even though I knew exactly where he was. I smiled once my gaze landed on Bash–he was already looking at me from across the room with a devilish smirk on his face.
Fuck, it was almosttooeasy sometimes. Like with poor Otis.
Rot in hell, motherfucker.
I turned around to face the bar and started counting in my head.One, two, three, four–
“You were incredible up there,” a man said from behind me. I looked at Bash’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
Okay, he wasfire.
I turned around to him, making sure to graze his chest with my tits which were out on full display. His eyes flickered down for a moment and then back up to my face.
He didn’t look like his uppity friends. Upon closer inspection, he was much more rugged. Long, dark hair pulled back into a man bun–which looked good, surprisingly. More masculine, less beta male. Stubble lined his square jaw, and his eyes were a deep green shade, even in the shitty lighting of the club. His dark skin was covered in ink–my absolute fucking favorite.
“Thanks,” I smiled. I felt a different kind of fire on the side of my head. Eyes burned into me and I knew it washim. He couldn’t focus on his own friends and the girls hanging all over him–yeah, I’d noticed that as I was searching for Bash.
“Can I get you a drink?” Bash rasped in my ear. The music was loud as one of the girls danced on stage, so it was hard to hear him.
I lifted my “vodka” and downed the rest of it. “Sure.”