Page 45 of One Wild Night

Chapter 17

Ryan

Iwas well and trulyfucked.

I got back to my apartment after the disastrous night at Cherries, shaking with adrenaline

Why was Siena so fucking desirable? Every greedy fucker was watching her, wanting to take her home with them. I should have known the stupid fuckers wouldn't be able to keep their hands to themselves.

I needed to fucking hit something. No, scratch that; what I needed was to fuck Siena Clark...again. That would calm my nerves. I needed to ram my dick so hard into her sweet fucking pussy, that I would leave a fucking permanent imprint on her soul. But that was never going to happen. I couldn't put our lives in danger just for the sake of my dick!Fuck!

Siena told me she didn't need my goddamn help, but she fucking did. Deep down, she knew it, too. Every fucker in that club wanted a piece of her tonight. I had to control my breathing just thinking about that fucker who had groped her and stuck his tongue down her throat. I should have killed him. What gave him the right to think he could even touch her?!

Fucking fuckityfuck! She'd been driving me insane for the last two weeks, and whether she realized it or not, she was making my job difficult. I needed to focus, but all I kept seeing was her.

What was Siena doing to me? I couldn't even think straight. Visions of the way she moved up and down the pole clouded my every thought. The way her breasts bounced as she danced, the sway of her hips as she worked the stage, her fucking wild hair. Fuck, I wanted it all. I wanted to devour her. I wanted Siena Clark to be mine, and it was killing me that it could never happen.

I was a better man than Tony in every single way, so why did he get to have the one woman I wanted?

Argh! I wanted to fucking scream or drown myself in whiskey. I chose the latter for tonight. Whiskey was a great way to forget what a shithole mess I had got myself into.

"You look like fucking shit, boss," Bennett muttered, holding the door open to Jumping Jacks.

"One more word and I'll break your fucking jaw," I snarled, pushing past him. The boys could sense that I wasn't in the mood for teasing today and shut up instantly.

Frankie hadn't paid, even after three weeks of demands. Tony could play Mr. Nice Guy all he wanted, but it was time for action now. Frankie would know this the moment he saw me. I only came on collection jobs when it was serious.

Maria, Frankie's daughter, was behind the bar as we walked in. Fear crossed her face as she quickly darted her eyes to her father's office.

"Is Frankie in, Maria?" I asked, taking my glock from my jacket pocket and placing it threateningly on the bar.

"I...um...he..." Maria's voice was trembling as I glared at her.

"I don't have time for this shit, Maria!" I inhaled, undoing the buttons to my well-tailored gray suit. "Why don't you do yourself a favor and go get your father for me?" She scurried off, sobbing a little as she went. Jamie frowned at me. I knew what he was thinking. Maria was only a girl, I shouldn't be frightening her. But every girl needed to realize what the big bad world was really like. I was doing her a favor in the long run. She should make sure her father pays his damn debts on time in the future!

"Ryan," Frankie called nervously. "I was just..."

"Cut the fucking bullshit, Frankie. Where is Carlo's money? We've tried collecting four times already, and I'm not leaving without it." I took my glock from the bar. "I don't want to have to make an example of you, but I have had a really bad fucking week and can't be held responsible for my actions if you tell me you don’t have it."

"I have half," Frankie stressed. "Please, Ryan! I can get the rest tomorrow after the fight at City Limits."

"Who are you betting on?" I asked, placing my glock back in my jacket for the time being. I hadn't decided if I would shoot his kneecaps yet or not.

"Michael Decoma." Frankie gulped, watching his daughter who was quivering behind the bar. Frankie had picked a good fighter. I'd watched Bennett do a few sparring rounds with him a couple of months back. I'd even put some money down on Michael for tomorrow’s fight myself.

"Okay, is the money in the back?

"Yes!" Frankie breathed in relief, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Jamie will go with you to get it." I nodded at Jamie, who followed Frankie into the back. Maria went to follow her father.

"I need you to stay here, Maria." I ordered, taking a seat on one of the bar stools. "I would like a whiskey."

"Certainly," Maria quaked, rushing to the bar. She was all fingers and thumbs, shaking and breaking a few glasses before finally pouring my drink.

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