Luciano
Follia!
This was madness!
I grunted as I pushed the weights up as far as I could, a strain building up in the muscles of my arms. My eyes were closed and I tried regulating my breathing.
Breathe in, breathe out, get Raven the hell out of my head.
That had been my damned mantra for the past one fucking week. And man I was too damn close to throw all caution to the fucking wind and take her exactly how she wanted.
Hard, fast, and rough against my desk.
“Fuck!” I cursed, throwing down the weights as an image of her bent over my desk, her delicious pert ass up in the air, ready for taking drifted into my head. Since when was I a damn sucker for women?
I sure as hell wasn’t.
And while Raven was…beautiful enough. A voice in my head snorted at the thought. Beautiful enough?! She was damnation on heels, ready to choke the life out of me and it seemed I would fucking enjoy it.
Ever since that kiss in Vegas, I had been out of my fucking mind. Perhaps it started way before then. She had crept on me slowly and subtly as ever with her brash actions. The bolder she became, the more I was convinced that I would have to get rid of her faster.
And I still could.
Yeah right. I could. She was my employee. All I needed to do was tell her she was fired, and she’d be gone. It was as fucking simple as that. I sighed, reaching for the weights again. Somehow though, I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t fire Raven Gonzalez. I couldn’t have her because it was against my policy to sleep around with my workers. I was caught between the devil and a hard place with a fucking hard-on every single time my assistant walked her pretty ass to and fro in front of me.
Groaning, I heaved the weight up again, holding it higher, determined to forget everything connected to Gonzalez at that moment. But how could I? Everything about that woman drew me in yet annoyed the fuck out of me.
There were her eyes. They were the most prominent of her face. Fierce green eyes that either stared at me sultrily or in anger most of the time. It was so confusing. One minute she looked like she would want nothing more than to slip off my pants and drive me crazy. The next, she looks like I pissed the shit out of her.
I most likely did but that wasn’t the point. What was the point then? Fuck if I knew. In summary, I was dancing so close to damnation and I knew it. A woman like her wouldn’t be expressing her interests rather boldly if she didn’t want something in return.
And my best bet was she was after my money. That had to be it. If it was a mere interest fueled by attraction, it would have died off the minute she sensed my disinterest. Instead, her advances seemed to intensify each time, like some sort of defiance.
And fuck me if I didn’t like it.
The strain in my muscles reached the max and I tossed the weights away from me, pissed at myself for getting so worked up over her. Grabbing a towel, I dabbed it at my neck and chest, stalking out of the gym. Marcus waited in the adjoining room outside the gym, tapping rapidly at his phone.
The dumbass was playing a game. I cleared my throat and watched him still, swiftly end the game, and rise to his feet, his face a mask of calmness. The ability to keep a stoic face was one of the reasons I liked Marcus. It was also a reason why I also kept him closer. He reminded me too much of myself. Left to run around unchecked, Marcus could prove an even bigger threat than the Callisto gang.
“Boss,” he greeted stoically.
I tipped my head at him and walked towards the door. “I’ll take a shower and meet with the boys in thirty minutes. Bring the car around.
“Yes, Boss,”
Satisfied, I walked out of the adjoining room, and through the hallway into my room. Slipping into the shower, I sighed as warm cascades of water washed down my back, caressing my tired muscles. I closed my eyes and somehow it felt like I was in Vegas again.
Pressed up against Miss Gonzalez, staring down into her piercing eyes. Hiding from those men had been a priority, but the minute they were gone, all I could think about was how soft her breasts felt against me. Like sweet soft pillows mashed up against my chest. And there was her hand on my chest, burning deeply like a thousand fires.
“Ah,” I sighed, relieving the kiss over and over.
How could any man resist the temptation of a woman like her offering herself so willingly? She had teased me with her brief kisses and like a man starved, I went after her mouth hungrily.
Because at that very moment, it didn’t matter if she was my assistant or not. All that mattered was that I wanted her. So fucking badly. What if she hadn’t broken the kiss that day?
A growl slipped from my lips as I imagined ripping that flimsy piece of fabric she called a fucking top apart so I could have access to her beauties. I had seen glimpses of them ever since she came to work for me. Tanned skin, propped up against each other in the sexiest of ways. I wanted to hold them up and run my tongue across her skin.
“Ah, solo condannato,” I gasped, gripping my hard-on. Spurred on by the warm water that poured from the shower, I wrapped a fist around it and slowly worked at it, letting my imagination run wilder.
I wanted to know the color of her peaks. Her nipples. Were they a deep mauve color or cherry red? My mouth watered at the thought of taking them in my mouth and watching her face explode into a thousand expressions.
“Vanffaculo!” I swore, turning the dial of the shower towards the cold water option. I must be out of my fucking mind, stroking myself to my damned assistant! The cold water splashed like ice on my head, bringing me back to my senses.
Raven Gonzalez has got to go. It was either that or I gave in to this inordinate urge to toss her up against the wall and have her.
***
“Please! Have mercy! I beg of you!” The bastard before me begged on his knees holding his hand clasped out before him like he was some sort of saint.
Ah, these were the worst sort of people to deal with. They would fuck you up and when you intended to clean their shit out, they make it seem like it was all some innocent mistake.
“Pabby,” I sighed, leaving back into my chair. A group of men, about twenty of them, stood around the large warehouse, watching the scene. Next to me, in a coal furnace, an iron rod burned red hot. It had the letter M at the end of its tongs. The mafia Insignia.
For years, it had been my way of announcing to everyone when someone was being punished by the mafia or receiving judgment from the mafia. If one doesn’t run an organization with an iron fist, shit would always go down. Heck, I had the damned reputation for being brutal as heck, and yet people had the guts to defy me still.
“Please boss,” Pabby begged. He was an older man and had worked with me for almost five years and yet under my very nose, he had tried to swindle me and take the leadership off my hands.
“Pabby,” I called again, and leaned forward, hoping he could see that I had no time for theatrics from the bored look on my face. “Just how long have you been stealing from me?”
“Never!” He cried, latching onto my legs.
Irritated, I kicked him away from me, glaring at him in distaste. “Be a fucking man!”
“B-Boss,” he sputtered. “I would never…”
“The club in Kansas then, explain it,” I demanded.
Oh, I knew what he did in Kansas already. The old fool had opened up a strip club that forcefully kidnapped women and made them work for their freedom. A disgusting act to me, everyone knew that shit.
But Pabby had gone right on ahead, damning the consequences. Well, I guess the consequences would be branded right on his chest in a matter of minutes.
“It’s not mine!” Pabby denied it, much to my distaste. And here I was going to let him have his moment of truth.
Tsking, I rose to my feet and grinned when I saw the fear in his eyes. It was fucking lovely, seeing them scramble. I reached for the iron rod, ignoring the way it singed at my own flesh, my eyes fixed on the man who yelped and tried to scramble away. A grin slipped on my face.
This would be fun. And surprisingly, this was the one time that night that I wasn’t plagued by thoughts of a certain green-eyed temptress.