Page 5 of Mob Star

“I didn’t let him do anything, Dana. He’s a grown ass man. He heard through his brother that the guy wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“I don’t think he’s seen Tony yet. Can you get him back over here before he does? It’s crowded enough he might not notice Tony. That’s assuming Tony stays hidden.”

“How fucking ridiculous is it that he has to hide at his own party because he insisted upon coming somewhere he knows he’s been blacklisted? Dana, I’m done tonight. I won’t make a scene here, but I can’t wake up in the morning knowing we’re still dating. I have to have some self-respect.”

She just looks at me as if to say, “about time.”

“Look, you’re nice, Ally. You wanted to believe you could go from friends to lovers. It’s not your fault that he’s actually a frog under his princely disguise.”

I laugh. “You hit all the romance tropes, didn’t you?”

“Not all. But, yeah, you get my drift.”

“I do.”

“Shit.” Dana points toward the bar.

I don’t think Tony’s seen the owner— yet —but the owner sees him. I slide out of the booth and squeeze through the crowd, people saying hi as I go. I get to the bar just as Tony says something that makes me freeze.

“She’s an Oreo, and I like licking her cream.”

My mouth has to be hanging open. He did not just call me that. He doesn’t stop with just that.

“Being between her thighs makes me think of caramel swirls?—”

It’s like slow motion in my head as I watch the bar owner lunge at Tony. He grabs him by the back of the shirt and with only one hand, yanks him off the stool. He’d struck up a conversation instead of getting my drink. Jackass. But I already know that.

“Get the feck out of my bar.”

“Feck? What are you? The leprechaun from Lucky Charms?”

I cringe.

“What I am is an O’Rourke.”

I’m not sure what that means, but Tony goes stiff as a corpse. He seems to know. I watch as this man spins Tony to face him. He’s at least four inches taller than my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. He’s gotta outweigh him by at least fifty pounds of solid muscle. This O’Rourke isn’t even as big as the two guys who tossed Tony out the last time. But his tight button down shirt is the equivalent to women’s lingerie. The only thing sexier on him— short of nothing at all —would be gray sweatpants. I bet his ass would look divine in those.

I glance down at his shoes, then at his hands. I wonder if everything is proportionate. I shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like for him to lift me onto the bar and go down on me. I shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like to go in the back and suck him off. But it’s taking my mind off what Tony said. It hurt along with pissing me off. The comments themselves stung, but for them to come from him? I refuse to allow anyone to see they bother me.

“I banned you from this bar and all the others my family owns. From your expression, you know who I am now. Who should I call first? The Diazes? The Mancinellis? The Kutsenkos? Actually, let’s put them on a conference call. That would be a fuck ton faster.”

“Be pissy. I’m still the one drinking the milk from that coconut.”

What the ever-loving fuck? He’s being disgusting on purpose now. He’s egging Mr. Gorgeous on, but that he would say any of this for any reason shows me a side of Tony I never want to see again. A side that makes me ashamed to admit I was his friend, let alone dated him.

My hottie hero still has a hold of Tony, but now it’s the front of his button down. He pulls his phone out and shakes in front of Tony’s face. I creep closer and watch— fuck, I don’t have a clue what his first name is —O’Rourke unlock it. He taps something, and we can hear it ring.

“Finn—”

“Enrique, hold on. I’m calling Maks and Salvatore, too.”

“Why?”

“Just hold on. You’re on speaker at McGinty’s by the way.”

“Wonderful.”

I guess he called the Diazes first. But I don’t know why. Finn— that’s fucking hot —taps his phone again.

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