Page 4 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“Where do you think you’re going,” the large bouncer puts his hand against my chest when I try to walk past him, “Line is around the corner.”

“I’m with the girl that just went in. Black mini skirt and a long black ponytail.”

His bear claw of a hand gently pushes me back urging me to walk towards the line, “There’s no way you are with that gorgeous fucking girl.”

“Would you believe I have a ten-inch cock and fuck like a porn star?”

“You’re funny man.”

“I got one more for you,” I step closer to him and lower my voice, “Would you believe she’s Salvatore Botticelli’s daughter and if anything happens to her because I’m not in there that you’ll be a fucking dead man by sunrise.”

Stepping out of the way, he gestures for me to pass, “Um, yeah, go on in.”

Once inside, I quickly begin scanning the massive crowd. There are hundreds of people crammed into this warehouse. Some are dancing in groups; others are lingering in the dark partaking in illicit activities or substances along the outskirts of the party.

My eyes continue scouring through the faces in the crowd searching for Venecia, who I finally spot dancing in the center of improvised dance floor. Keeping my eyes fixated on her, I work my way through the crowd until I reach the bar located at the back of building.

“Club soda with lime,” I drop ten dollars on the counter.The bartender looks at me as though he has never served a non-alcoholic drink before, but promptly passes me my order. Taking it from him, I walk towards one of the support beams nearby. Leaning with my back against it, I sip my drink and continue to keep my eyes on her.

Realistically, it would be hard to pull my eyes from her. If not impossible.

As if she didn’t garner enough attention from her sheer appearance, she is amazing to watch on the dance floor. Her body sways and bounces to the music, her hands roaming her body as she moves. Unlike most of the other women dancing, she isn’t trying to be sexy or entice men to her. In contrast, she is oblivious to everyone around her, every ounce of sensuality she exudes in this moment is for her.

I watch two guys slowly approach her through the crowd. They look like two predators inching towards wounded prey, causing my jaw to clench while my fingers flex around my glass. I drop my glass to the ground, and my eyes dart between the hunters and Venecia as I quickly make my way through the crowd.

She never sees them coming. They slink around her, boxing her between them as they place their hands on her body and begin to grind their bodies against her. While she has a smile on her face and continues dancing, the look in her eyes and her body language has changed dramatically. She no longer looks free and uninhibited. Instead, she looks as though she is trying to hide the fact that she feels as though she is boxed in as she tries to get a little distance from their bodies and wandering hands.

Pressing through the last of the crowd, I reach them as the one grinding behind her attempts to lift her skirt.

Chapter Four

VENECIA

Small beads of sweat trickle down my back and between my breasts as I dance. This is my therapy. Pouring the emotions from my body, I can let go. I don’t have to be anything for anyone. I can clear my mind.

I don’t go out to party and get drunk or high. This feeling of freedom is more than enough of a high for me.

It never fails that some handsy jerk needs to ruin it for me. I am pulled from my happy bliss when I feel a pair of hands grab my hips, promptly followed by them roughly pulling me back against his body. Continuing to dance, I try to make a little space between us but am stopped as another man steps in front of me. His icy fingers wrap around my waist as he steps towards me, sandwiching me tightly between the two of them.

Plastering a smile on my face, I continue to dance and grind against them. My hands on theirs, in an unfruitful attempt to keep them in places I am semi-comfortable with. A very unsuccessful attempt, as the guy grinding his erection against my ass begins to lift my skirt.

My hands are fumbling for his, trying to keep him from pulling it over my ass when he suddenly stops and both men take a small step back from me.

“There you are baby. I thought I told you not to wander off,” Dante’s deep voice billows over the music as his hand grips my jaw and pulls my face up towards his. Fully expecting him to stop, I am completely shocked when he pulls my face against his lips.

His warm, soft, full lips…

A soft, gentle kiss. Both our lips are slightly parted, and I can taste the citrus from his drink as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. My heart is thumping in my chest when he lets go of my chin. Pulling his face back, our eyes meet for a searing second. Our gazes only broken because he spins me around.

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulls me against him. The firm body pressed against me feels comforting and I melt into him. Goosebumps run down my neck as his lips brush against my ear and he whispers, “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

His chest against my back and my head resting just against his shoulder, his hands hold my hips. Using them, he moves my hips with his to the beat of the music pounding around us.

Unlike most men, he isn’t grinding his dick against my ass as he dances with me to try to get himself off. His movements are slow and sensual, as though he is savoring every second of holding me and how he can move my body.

I can’t get enough…

Heavy breaths continue to escape my mouth, a combination of exertion and what his hands on my skin are doing to my body. With one hand against my stomach continuing to guide my body, the other slides up the curves of my side and over my shoulder until his fingers delicately wrap around my throat.

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