Page 10 of Marco DeLuca

I’m bored with all of this and my spirit is restless tonight. I have no fucking idea why; I just know that it is. Maybe I’m bloodthirsty. It’s been a while since I’ve catered to my brutal, savage instincts.

Someone catches my eye just before I turn away from the crowd below. My breath hitches in my throat, and I think I must be seeing things, but I know that’s not true especially when she angles her head to the side and laughs.

It can’t be! There’s no way in hell...but her gaze goes up and stares directly at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that she could see me, but I know that she can’t not with the tinted windows.

“Michael,” I say to the manager without turning to look at him. I’m about to break a vow that I made eight years ago. There’s no way that I can keep it; not when she’s this close and within arm’s reach. It’s like the universe sent her straight to my lair. Who am I to tempt fate? But who am I to ignore the powers that are greater than me?

“Yes, Mr. DeLuca?”

“Send the girls away. Pay them double what they would have received,” I say when I hear one of the girls exhale her disappointment behind me.

“Yes sir, Mr. DeLuca. Should I send someone else?”

“No one that works here,” I say.

I pull my phone from my pocket and dial the number at the main bar. It rings twice before it’s answered by Nina, my head bartender.

“This is Nina,” she says over the loud music.

“Nina, it’s Marco.”

“Mr. DeLuca!” she greets excitedly.

“The young woman you just served, would you please tell her that the club owner requests her presence in his private suite in about ten minutes?”

“Sure, Mr. DeLuca. I’ll tell her now.”

“Tell her simply that Marco says ‘Ciao, mia bella.’”

I end the call and watch and then wait.

She glances up again, eyes not quite meeting the space I’m in. I watch as she holds her drink up for Nina to refill it. She greedily downs that one and says something to the ladies that she’s here at my club with.

Nina waves over one of my servers, Portia, and talks to her for a moment before introducing her to the woman.

“Follow me,” I say to Michael.

I walk to the left and head to the rear of the building where my suite is located. I press my hand against the metal palm reader. Once my palm is scanned, the door opens, and I step into a cool, bright room where the drapes have been pulled providing a beautiful view of Buckhead at night.

“Close the drapes,” I order.

We never go too close to windows in large open spaces like this especially when we’re not protected. Anything can and has happened in the past, and I’m not about to be a victim because my dick is causing me to forget the basic rules of being a part of the family.

Once the drapes are drawn, I thank Michael for his services and ask him to escort my guest to my suite once she arrives on this floor. I head into the bathroom, clean myself up, and quickly change my clothes. The last thing that I want is for her to smell another bitch on me.

No more than fifteen minutes pass before I see her on the TV screen in the bedroom where I have the channel tuned in to the cameras that monitor my club. Michael slides a key into the lock and holds the door open for her.

She glances nervously at him and blows a breath before closing her eyes. Michael asks her if she’s okay, and she nods before stepping over the threshold and the door closes behind her.

She turns and locks the door, and I shut the cameras off. It’s been too long, and I’m struggling to keep my excitement in check as I slowly leave the bedroom and find my way to her.

Her fragrance is soft and subtle; a clean, crisp scent with a gentle mix of honey, coconut and freesia.

“DeLuca,” she breathes when she sees me.

She always called me by my last name instead of my first name.

“Piper.”

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