Page 36 of The Don

“I promise, I haven’t.”

I lift the knife out of his hand and slam it down again, pinning his hand to the desk with the blade. I look to Dante and say, “He needs new shoes.”

“What-what does...” Noah pauses and fights harder against Dante’s solid headlock on him. “No, no. I promise I won’t do it again.”

Dante releases him and with a swift punch to the side of his head, knocks Noah out. “I’ll get it done,” Dante says. He wheels the chair out and looks down at Noah. “The new guy will be here in the hour.”

“I’ll stay until he arrives.” I look at Noah and shake my head. “When will they learn?”

Dante chuckles. “Stupid fucker.” He bends and picks Noah’s limp body out of the chair. He throws him over his shoulder and walks out of the office. While I wait for the new guy to arrive to give him instructions, I’ll check in with all the girls who are working and let them know Sunrise is under new management.

Back to the way things were.

“I need a drink. Stop in at Heaven,” I say to Dante as we’re heading home. Considering Dominic is on his honeymoon and he’s not able to get to the clubs to clear the safes, I might as well do Heaven while I’m there. I’ll get to the others in a day or two.

“The new guy took to the position well at Sunrise,” Dante says as we turn toward Heaven.

“He knows what’ll happen to him if he tries the same shit Noah did.”

“Speaking of which, he’s on a boat at the moment and the boys are taking care of him.”

“Good.” I retrieve my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my emails.

It’s not long before the car pulls up in front of Heaven. Dante opens the door for me, and when I get out, I see the line snaking down the side of the building. The muffled sound of the music can be heard coming from the club. I walk toward the door where Dante is already waiting with it open. The music is heavy on the bass, and the club has the distinct smell of sex and alcohol clinging to the air.

“Good night,” Dante says as we make our way through hot, sweaty bodies to the upstairs area.

Golden cages hang from the ceiling, and all the girls in them are dressed in either white or red skimpy clothing, with wings and halos. The girls are dancing to the music and have captured the attention of the club goers below them.

“Mr. Sacco, nice to see you again,” the female bartender says when we enter the upstairs VIP area adjacent to the office. “Scotch, sir?”

“Thank you.” I take out a money clip from my pocket and hand her a fifty.

“Thank you, sir.” She smiles brightly before taking the fifty and pushing it into the top of her corset.

I head toward the sofa overlooking the dance floor and sit. She brings the drink over and hands it to me. I take it and relax back into the seat as I watch the crowd below. Dante walks into the area and stands beside me. “One of the new girls wants to meet you.”

I flick an uninterested look up at him, then return my attention to the dance floor.

“Mr. Sacco,” her voice instantly grates on my nerves.

“How may I help you?” I say as I continue to keep my eyes forward.

“I just wanted to say thank you for hiring me.” She comes into view, standing innocently before me. She’s young, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. She has a tattoo sleeve, the brightest of blue hair, and eyes that could consume a man to his very core. She’s wearing the obligatory sheer corset with a tight leather miniskirt.

I lift my glass to my mouth as I cast an eye down her tight body. “I didn’t hire you,” I say as I sip on my drink.

“Well...” she pauses and flutters her eyelashes at me. “Thank you.” She bites on her lip and tilts her head to the side. There’s no question she’s cute. But she’s no Eliza. She steps closer to me and I lean my head back just staring up at her. “If there’s anything I can do to show my appreciation, then I’d be happy to do it.” She breaks eye contact to look down at my crotch, then back up to me, offering me a smile and arched brow.

I could easily ask her to get on her knees, and there’s no doubt in my mind that she’d gladly take my cock in her mouth. “Don’t you have a job to do? Or am I paying you to stand around doing nothing? Because if that’s the case, you’re fired.”

Her face drops and turns ashen with embarrassment. “S-sorry,” she murmurs before hanging her head and rushing out of the VIP room.

“Harsh,” Dante chuckles as he stands by the window looking out on the dance floor.

I flick a look up to him, then to the dance floor. I throw the rest of the scotch back and stand to my feet. I walk over to the bartender and hand her my glass, then leave the VIP area. The safe is on the lower level, locked in its own room that only the managers have access to. I button my jacket and head down the stairs.

“Mr. Sacco,” one of the men says when I reach the door for the basement. He opens it for me and steps aside.

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