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“Thanks for the update.” The man in front of me is gorgeous, but he keeps looking over his shoulder and is guarding his drink. I’m wondering why he is guarding it so much.
Keys are being passed between the two of them and then all of a sudden the new man is gone.
“What was that about?” I question.
Am I being paranoid? Has my father completely warped my brain into me thinking that every guy I see is in the mafia?
“It is none of your concern. Tell me something more about you.”
My eyes narrow in on his face. “Is it really necessary to have this conversation? Aren’t you going to try and get me in bed or something?” I blurt.
Normally I’m not this aggressive but I hate being dismissed. After what happened to Servos, I couldn’t stand the thought of being pushed off again. I’m not the one who is going to take it.
Plus, I really need something. I need something to get me all excited again. The man in front of me would be a perfect way to do it.
“Well, when you put it that way. Do you want to go to my room?”
I consider the options. I could go to his room and have sex with a complete stranger or I could turn down the option and remain a sourpuss for being sad over Servos. These are the types of decisions I hate making.
“Yes. Let me tell my friend I’m leaving,” I inform him and slide off the barstool.
I take one last look at the guy I’m about to sleep with and smile at him slightly. I know it is silly but I felt the magnetic pull to go back to him the further I got from him.
Iago’s busy making out with some random guy at the bar against the wall of the bar. I tap him on the shoulder to let him know I’m leaving.
“I’m going to go. I’ll meet you back in our room.”
Iago’s eyes narrow on my face and he flicks his wrist to dismiss me. Thanks for being a friend! I could be murdered in this hotel room and he doesn’t even care.
Some best friend.
The man I was talking to is standing in front of me with his eyes fixated on Iago. “Who’s that?”
“My friend,” I reply a little closer to the man.
“He looks familiar,” his voice is somber as if he is trying to remember something far away.
“What is your name?” I blurt out. I’m dying to know. I know I’m about to have sex with a complete stranger but I have to know his name.
“Octavious. Yours?”
“Vera.”
Chapter Seven
Octavious
I’ve met plenty of women at bars and have taken them home before I became boss. Now that I’m the boss of my family, I have to be careful. Especially of my secret. I can’t let anyone know or someone is going to kill me.
I could be dead walking out to my car. The Baros Family has been trying to take me out since I stepped up. I know they are lurking to find a weakness of mine.
One of the weaknesses I have that could kill me is I’m deathly allergic to peanuts. I don’t tell anyone about my allergy and I have never made it known. I’m overly precautious with my food and drink.
I bring my own condoms, I only bring food typically as well. Milo and Miklos are the only ones who know about my allergy and I intend to keep it that way.
For the whole entirety of my leadership of the Andino Family, I have had their stupid boss up my ass trying to get in on my trade. Alki Baros is the only mother fucker in the underworld that has the ability to get in on my trades. Alki is the crazy old man who everybody discards as the drunk uncle who walks around in a dirty bathrobe. I know the truth.
He’s almost as ruthless as me.
