Page 5 of The Mafia's Captive

As far as being head of security, Sal is the best in the business and his job doesn’t cover just security. It’s also prevention and disposal. Both of which he excels at. It took him less time than I expected to hunt down Saccone’s plant and uncover that she was also stealing. The nerve. What makes it even more funny is that I would never have suspected her. She always seemed professional. She never flirted with the patrons and always set boundaries. Hell, I know all of this because I was watching her.

Over the past few months, she has become an obsession of mine. I enjoy watching her. Her table is below my office and whenever I look down, she would be working. It was a blackjack table. She never slouches or yawn, no matter how late the hour was. She is always on point. And when she moves, she strides in a way that begs attention. She is mesmerizing, and I’m sure a woman like her knows it and takes full advantage of it.

At first, my thoughts about her were innocent. I would wonder what it would be like to go down to the tables and strike a conversation with her. Or ‘accidentally’ bumping into her in the break room. But as time went on, they veered towards the explicit. Grabbing her hand and bringing her up to the office, ripping her dress, watching her tits fall out and fucking her against the window with the entire casino floor in view. It is that obsession that made me recommend her for the private games. Looking at her from afar wasn’t enough. I wanted to see her up close. And if it weren’t for Sal, I would have gotten much closer. She could have. And Saccone and his crew would have gotten their own plant in my bed.

I make a mental note to thank Sal in a more substantial manner. The man has saved my business more than once now.

“What’s your strategy. Regarding the plant.” Sal asks as I take my seat.

“Ice her out. That should break her.”

“I mean, if she doesn’t comply. I think we should act fast.”

That’s different. Even though he’s ruthless, Sal is not bloodthirsty and him wanting to kill her immediately is odd. There could be more information she has that we don’t know about and killing her would send a message to Saccone that we’re aware of his plant and he could change tact. “We’ll cross that bridge when we cross that bridge. In the meantime, I’ve got some shit to do.”

Sal gets the message and he and his men head out. I spend the next couple of hours seeing to business. A few stuff had piled up when I was gone, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I even switch on the feed to see if things are going on well. Even though it’s not summer yet, the entire casino is full and humming. There are more clients today than last week, and I can only guess there will be double that size next week. Business is thriving. As I switch through the feeds, I can’t resist going to her feed. I want to know how she’s feeling. Is she acting up? Pacing? Giving the middle finger to the camera? I get to hers and let it fill the screen. She’s perched on the chair with her shoulders straight, face forward, and arms on the desk. She looks so calm you would think the feed has frozen. Corina’s just sitting. I move to the next feed before I lose hours staring at her. She might be still now, but she will break.

Another hour later and I leave the office and see what Hunter and the others are up to. They’ve forgotten about me, I realize, when I arrive. The lounge is a wild ruckus. They’re sitting in a semicircle and there are two women on the small stage in the middle. They’re all paired up, except for Hunter, who has two women on his lap. A game is in play on the small stage in the center. Two women are balancing full shot glasses piled on their boobs, and a third woman, Jesse, is adding more glasses. Everyone is cheering them on, including Justin, Nate’s friend, whom I had taken before all to be an introvert. Hunter is the first to notice my presence.

“Oooh. Looks like I lost a bet.” When he says so, Connor takes his attention away from the girl who’s giving him a lap dance and glances at me, and smiles. “Pay up buddy,” Connor says to him.

“I for sure thought you were fucking our pretty little dealer’s brains out. Where’s she?” If only he had any idea how much I want that statement to be true, but the inverse was happening. “She’s back to her job because that’s what she’s paid to do.”

Hunter squints an eye. “I don’t trust you. You fucked her, didn’t you?” If anything, she fuckedme. But he doesn’t need to know that.

I sink onto the couch next to Hunter. “There were some emergencies I was taking care of, like I told you.” The girl on the lap, the one sitting on his side, places her hand on my thigh. It’s an obvious beg for an invitation to come over to mine, and I feel nothing. I should be in the mood for fucking after such a big win, but Corina has temporarily soured my libido for anyone who isn’t Corina. I make a slight shake of the head and she immediately withdraws her hand.

Hunter leans in and whispers, “Was it Casino business? Orthatbusiness?”

Hunter is a friend of mine. We’ve known each other since high school and we went to the same college together and majored in the same field. But he’s not family. Nor is he part of my world, as much as he wants to be. Anytime he sees a glimpse, he goes wild with excitement. When we were in high school, I once showed him the gun my father had given me after my first kill. He grabbed it out of my hands, pulled the trigger and almost shot a maid who happened to walk by. That was the last time I ever gave him a firearm. But to please him, from time to time, I let him in on the Mafia world just so he can stop constantly bugging me. So, I say, “Yes.” His eyes widen and he leans in, clearly wanting to know more. “That’s all I’m saying.”

“Come on.”

“Invisible wall, remember. You’re too cute to go to jail.”

He chuckles and lets it go. Hunter knows I’m right. He handles the Grand Palazzo’s finances and overall, I’ve done my best to keep them clean. The only link this place has to the underworld is Sal and his crew. Their job is to keep watch on any suspicious activities and steer away cheats and Rainmaker types from the gambling tables.

“Anyway,” I say to Hunter, “I came to see how you guys are doing.”

“Everything’s great,” he casts a glance at Nate, who’s now lapping the cleavage of one the girls as Jesse pours all the shots she was balancing. “This will probably end up being the best weekend he’s ever had.”

“Hardly,” I say. “He’s about to become a billionaire from his IPO. The parties are only going to get wilder from now on. Speaking of which, where are we on that front?”

“You never let go of business, do you?” He brings the girls on his lap closer to his face and says to them, “Your boss is such a bore. He’s always thinking about money.”

One girl giggles. The other says, “He’s not my boss. We’re private contractors.”

Hunter raises his eyebrows at me.

“I did tell you; you aren’t allowed to fuck the staff.”

Hunter roars with laughter. I take that as my cue to leave. My little iced up princess must be ready to talk now.

“Dude, where are you going?”

“I have shit to deal with.”

“Booo!” I shrug and continue to make my way out of the lounge. “Boo!” he shouts as he leaves. He even gets the girls to join in the jeers although theirs are half-hearted and punctuated by giggles. I tell one of the bouncers outside the door to get me Sal and as I’m making my way back to the poker lounge, I bump into him and two of his other guys.

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