Page 59 of Remember When We
“And you fucking think your house will sell in four months? Really. I was gracious in the beginning. I waited for the first house sale to pay off the bulk of the loan. No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Not when what I want is right here.” he shook his head.
“You son of a bitch. It’s money up front. It’s all you wanted upfront. All this year.” Tears pinched the backs of my eyes.
“I told you. I’m more interested in having you. Here’s the deal. I certainly don’t want to piss off Chicago and cause some kind of scrape. I’ll make you an offer I think you’d be foolish to refuse.”
God what was it?
I hated that he could see the desperation in my eyes. “What?”
“One night.” He widened his smile. “One night with me and the debt’s repaid in full. I’ll leave you alone after one night with me and you won’t have to worry about telling the capo for the Chicago Mafia boss that you owed me big time. You can take that or continue as you are. Paying a monthly bill and me hoping you’ll fail and be mine forever.”
My breath hitched in my throat. “You evil bastard.”
“Yes, yes I am exactly that. I’m the fucking devil. I’m going to give you some words of advice here. Don’t tell your new friend about this little situation of ours. I wouldn’t if I was you. Us guys, our kind we don’t negotiate all that well when it comes to our dolls. Badass as he may be in Chicago. This is Philly, my turf. I don’t want any problems Lyssa if I get them remember I know where you live. I’ll kill your father and make your son watch. Then I’ll fuck you and make your son watch that too. Then I’ll kill him.” He laughed and my soul shivered. “One night with me baby. One night sounds a fuck of a lot better than all that drama and possible deaths. One night with me or continue as you are silently. Shhhhhhhh ... One night and all the problems disappear though.”
He made a show of holding out his hands in front of my face and lifting them up and down like a scale, weighing the options.
I shouldn’t consider it. I shouldn’t consider it.
One night.
Oh God …
Oh God …
He’d threatened to kill Matthew and Dad.
The situation had gotten so far out of hand. It was completely out of control.
All this for money, I was supposed to sleep with this man for money.
So, he could release me from my debt.
It’d make me a whore indeed.
Footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs and I jumped.
They came down the stairs sounding like how they should have sounded when Frankie came down earlier.
I thought it was going to be one of my staff, but I was both shocked and relieved to see Gio.
The fact that Frankie was here didn’t even cross my mind.
His face contorted into a heavy scowl when he saw Frankie.
Frankie who just looked at me and smiled.
“What are you doing down here?” He asked Frankie.
I didn’t know if he knew who he was though.
“Talking with the boss about a drink order.” Frankie lied.
He’d released me, but he was still close. He was too close and my clothes were ruffled. My cheeks were burning so I knew they were red.
We didn’t look anything like people who were simply talking. If anything it looked like Gio had walked in on something going on between us and we’d jumped apart.
“Really, Frankie Santora comes to this bar of all the bars around here to get a drinks order.” Gio smirked. Fuck, he knew who Frankie was.
