Page 82 of The Don

“Hang on.” With a few awkward movements, she turns and spreads her ass cheeks. “Is this okay?” She looks over her shoulder at me, and I nearly jizz my fucking pants at her sultry look and pink butt plug in her ass.

“I want to fuck that ass of yours.”

She bends further and runs her hand over the pink jewel. “I want you to fuck anything you want.”

My heart hammers in my chest. This is the first time I’ve heard my girl swear, and it’s sent an instant shock to my cock. The knock on the door tears me away from my girl. “What?” I yell over my shoulder.

“Boss,” Dante says.

I groan as I roll my eyes. “Amorina,” I say as my cock begins to soften. Damn it. She turns to face me, her eyes filled with anguish. “I want you to finish, and send me a photo of the vibrator and my pillow with your cum on it.”

Eliza stiffens as she looks at me. “Please tell me you’re being safe.”

I smile and wink at her. “Awake or not, I’m going to fuck you when I return home. Leave the butt plug in unless it becomes too uncomfortable.”

Her posture eases as she holds the phone back for me to see her body. “I’ll be waiting.”

I hang up, stand, and adjust myself before walking over to the door and opening it. “Dante,” I say as I sidestep, head to behind the bar and wash my hands. “Is it 15?”

“Yes, it is,” 15 says as she waltzes into the VIP area and sits at the sofa, looking around. She extends her arms along the back of the sofa and crosses her legs.

Dominic walks in behind her and sits opposite. “Scotch?” I offer to 15.

“No.” She gestures with a hand movement.

“You came here?” Dominic says as he keeps a watchful eye on 15.

“I told you I’d be in touch.”

Once I’ve poured myself a second scotch, I walk over and stand opposite her. “You found him?”

She looks around the room, her eyes carefully scanning Dante, me, and Dominic. “I did.”

“Where is he?” Dominic asks.

“So impatient,” 15 says. “Nice club, but you have a weak entry point.”

“No, we don’t,” Dominic replies defensively.

15 takes a deep breath in through her nose and shakes her head. She stands to her feet and shoves her hand into her pocket. Dante and Dominic both become edgy, and I silently tell them to stand down. She takes a piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it to me. “I spoke with my sources two hours ago, and Adrian was at the location I’ve provided. He has the locals on the payroll, and they’ve all been told to look for you three. But, just like this club, he has a weakness.”

“Which is?” I ask.

“He’s not paying his people properly, and they’re slowly turning away from him. You, on the other hand...” She points up to the ceiling. “Your skylight has broken latches, which means there’s an entry point there.” I look to Dominic, who slowly closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “And by the way, your man downstairs, he’s working for Adrian.” She moves toward the door but stops. “Consider that a freebie.” 15 waltzes out of the VIP area and leaves.

“Do you believe her?” Dominic asks.

“She has no reason to lie.” I look between Dante and Dominic. “Who’s on downstairs?”

“Bryan,” Dominic says.

I glance at the paper and take a moment to form a plan. “Take care of the roof,” I instruct Dominic.

“Already on it,” he says, lifting his phone to his ear.

I glance to Dante. “I’m done with Bryan.”

Dante smirks as he lifts a brow. “I’ll take care of the problem, sir.” Dante exits the VIP area.

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