Page 35 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
When. Not if.
God, I want him so badly.
He bites his lip and kisses my hand again. “Now, whatever this look is…yes. I like it.”
I blush furiously, the tips of my ears burning. He doesn’t even look disappointed when I don’t ask him to stay. Instead, I pull one of our linked hands to my lips, kissing his knuckles, one at a time.
This time, he’s the one that’s shivering, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me feel wonderful.
He envelopes me in another one of his safe, perfect hugs, giving me a long, lingering kiss before touching his forehead to mine.
“Goodnight, Ford. See you soon.”
I reach out before he leaves, touching his jaw. “Goodnight, Luca.”
He looks regretful as he pulls away and lets himself out of my house. He makes his way to his waiting driver and sends me a little wave before taking off.
I have a feeling I won’t be a virgin for long.
11
LUCA
Anthony,Hopper, and I pull up to the slightly dilapidated-looking building. Ford saw my mob side on Saturday, and I’m feeling the need to, I don’t know, balance it out. Prove I’m the good guy I keep saying I want to be.
One of my newest escorts confided in Mary yesterday, telling her about the situation she’d come from, which basically amounted to sex trafficking. Mary, knowing I’d want to know, pressed for details.
The girl, Kimmery, refused to give Mary her ex-boyfriend’s information but did say there were three others in the same situation.
This “boyfriend” slow-played her into hooking for him, lying to her friends to get them involved. Charlie taught me that this is how many of these situations start: a guy acting like a boyfriend until he can get the girl to put out for money to cover his gambling debt.
I don’t necessarily want to be some big damn hero like my Texas friend, but hell, it shouldn’t be too hard to get three people out of a bad situation.
Flanked by Hopper and Anthony, I knock, and we wait for whoever’s inside to come to the door. According to my handcrafted Italian watch, it’s one-thirty in the afternoon, but the young man who opens the door looks bleary-eyed like he’s just gotten up after having been awake all night.
Anthony curses under his breath. The guy looks barely legal.
“Shane?”
He wraps his arms around his chest. “Who wants to know?”
“Kimmery is my newest employee. She said the situation here isn’t great and thought you, Sabrina, and Giselle might prefer to work with me.”
“You’re Luca Stefano.”
“I am.”
“What about Frankie?”
“Who’s Frankie?”
“Kimmery’s ex.”
Hopper shifts next to me. We used to have a Frankie on the payroll, but he kept getting handsy with my girls. Hopefully, it’s someone else with the same name, or I’m going to regret not putting a bullet in his head.
“I don’t give a shit about Frankie. We’re shutting down this operation. I don’t let people run in my city who put bruises on their people, at least not as much as I can help it.”
“He usually doesn’t go after our faces,” he says, tightening his grip around himself.
