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  “I told her to wait at the bar, and Tito is on her until you tell me what you want.”

  “Okay.” I wasn’t interested in hiring anyone new. There was no reason for it. We had plenty, but the fact that he was so interested told me that she must be worth it. It wouldn’t matter to me what she looked like, I was dead inside. I hadn’t had sex since that bitch got me shot. It was the worst mistake of my life, but a life free of sex made everything else clearer. And money flowed freely into my accounts when I didn’t think with my dick.

  I stood at the window and turned my head to the bar. I saw her immediately because there was no missing that body. She was stacked from head to toe, a figure that most women would kill for and men would give the world to have. I swallowed hard, trying to tame this unexplainable thirst that overcame my normal stoic attitude. It was impossible for me to take my eyes off her. The thought of losing her in the crowd made me anxious to get down there and introduce myself. As if sensing my stare, she turned up and looked this way. Our eyes connected even though she couldn’t see me. Those eyes were nervously scanning the large glass panes. Considering why she was here, that could be understood. I was rumored to be a lot of things, including a strict boss, not including the less than legal aspect of my life which was considered to be well known to those around town.

  Her attention was taken by someone else. A burning sensation struck me in the gut as I watched someone approach her. This show was over. No one was going to be allowed to look at her, and there was no way in hell she was working here. A territorial feeling claimed my body and mind. That fucker was going to lose a limb or four if he made another move.

  “Send her up, now.” I slipped off my suit jacket and handed it to him. “Make sure she puts that shit on. Move.” He hesitated for a moment, which was all I needed, remembering all the shit he said about her. “Wait, never fucking mind. I’ll do it myself. And do us both a favor. Don’t ever mention her looks again.” I walked passed him, leaving him covered in surprise. I shuffled down the stairs without disrupting the crowd from the show on the main stage. I paused for a moment, remembering my rule. What was it that called to me? Shit, there were hundreds of women who were stacked like that. Several of them worked on stage, but they did nothing to get a rise out of me. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. This was just an introduction, nothing more. I mentally played that thought in my head on my way to her, but it wasn’t working.

  She was now facing the bar, taking a sip from a glass of pink shit, revealing her bared back to me. The only thing holding that candy red crop top on her body was the strap around her neck and her bra line. The man in me demanded to take her over the bar, fucking her from behind, but there was no way I was going to let anyone see her in the throes of passion. She took another sip like she was trying to get smashed fast. I shook my head because that better be what the bartender drinks. It was non-alcoholic, so when customers bought her or the girls drinks they weren’t getting drunk. “That better be Pink Squeeze,” I said to Amber.

  “It is.”

  “Good.” Hearing my voice, she turned to me, nearly dropping her drink in the process. I took it from her unsteady hands. Our fingers caressed against each other, and I knew that I was screwed and going to be the luckiest man in the world at the same time. Her eyes were a light brown, almost golden in color and I wanted them to look into mine as she took my cock deep in her pussy.

  Chapter 4

  Alana

  The second I heard his voice, I had no doubt who it was. It wasn’t as if I knew what he looked or sounded like, and in truth, it was because Simms didn’t want to scare me into turning down the offer. Calming myself down, it took until he spoke again before I was able to spin around.

  I spilled a drop of my drink and his hands were on mine, steadying the drink. Our eyes met, and the look in his eyes was deep and I felt them taking me all in. I supposed the drink was non-alcoholic and that was why he was asking. It tasted sweet, but I’d never had booze before, so I wouldn’t know. He took my glass and tossed it back. He gave the woman behind the bar a nod of approval before looking back at me.

  “Tony Franchetti, you are?”

  “Alana Torre,” I garbled, like a stupid girl. I was going to found out fast if I didn’t remember why I was here in the first place. He took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze before releasing it.

  “Please follow me, Alana. I’d like to speak to you in private.” I shouldn’t. I wasn’t supposed to ever be alone with him, but this wasn’t going to work if I refused. He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. This was not cool. My body was melting around his hold. He pulled me in front of him as we reached the stairs. “Go ahead, Alana. That skirt you’ve got on is too short. You’re going to give everyone a show.”

  “I thought that was the point of working here,” I sassed, forgetting that I was talking to the man, the owner, and the criminal. His fingers splayed on my hips and squeezed, holding me in place midway up the steps.

  His body came up directly behind me; his firm chest pressed against my back. “Little girl, did you hear what I said? It’s too damn short. Understood?” His breath grazed the edge of my ear and neck. I shivered, feeling a wave of pleasure skim over me. This wasn’t right. I had to get away.

  “Perhaps, I should go.” I tried to move out of his hold, but there was no way I could get out of that grip and a big part of me didn’t want to. His hands on my skin woke up my untested desire.

  “Not going to happen, Alana. Let that thought just fade away from that pretty head of yours. Move up the stairs.” I did what he said, and standing outside the door was a hulking man with about as much fat as muscle. He was scary, but then he gave me a smile that set me at ease.

  “Beat it,” Mr. Franchetti said. The guy did as he said, but that meant that we were going to be alone and that wasn’t something I was prepared to handle. The man with his hands on me was sexy and dangerous, especially to me.

  He opened the door and guided me inside before locking the it behind us. “Please take a seat, Alana.” I paused a second too long because he was pressed against my back, the wall of his body sending shivers through me. “Alana, I’m trying to hold myself together. Don’t push me.” He held his body tight to mine and I understood exactly what he meant. His cock was hard and long against my ass.

  I nodded without a word and moved out of his grasp to the chair, taking a seat. I’d never worn something so tight and revealing besides a swimsuit, so I wasn’t sure how to sit properly.

  I watched his strong shoulders stretch before he took a seat in the chair behind his desk. His eyes were like lasers, pointedly staring into mine. “So, tell me, Alana. Why are you here in my club?” There was an edge to his voice. Fear struck me. Perhaps he knew why I was here.

  “I need a job and one that pays well. This is one step before hooking.” He was on his feet and around his desk before I finished my sentence. He cleared his desk with one swipe of his arm, sending everything flying. I was out of the chair, then pinned to the top of the desk, my back, which was almost completely bare, touching the cool surface of the wood. His torso held me down while his middle was between my thighs.

  “The fuck did you say?”

  “I didn’t mean to insult your business,” I stammered.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the business. You just told me that you’re that close to hooking. Selling your fucking pussy for money. Little girl, that better never come out of your mouth again. This little kitten,” he grunted, pressing a hand up my thigh until he reached my wet panties. The feel of his hand on my sex should freak me out, but the female in me wanted him to go a little further. Then he did. His fingers, pushed my undies to the side and ran a finger up my slit. A little moan escaped my lips. “That’s right, Alana. I own your moans and your pussy.”

  “You don’t own me,” I argued, or attempted to, but it came off weak and very unconvincing. He smirked down and took my mouth in a kiss that took my breath away. Why? I thought as I sl
id my hands around his neck with the thumbs brushing the bottom of his short dark hair. His tongue dominated mine, kissing me possessively. This was about just as far as I’d gone with a boy before, and now I was being defiled on a desk in a strip club with a criminal who I didn’t want to stop touching me.

  He slipped a finger into my pussy, making me gasp. He smiled against my lips then pulled back to look into my eyes. “You’re cherry, aren’t you?”

  I knew what he was asking, but I didn’t want him to think I was just going to cave to him. “No,” I snipped.

  “Either you’re lying to me or you had a pencil dick in you. Both piss me off. You belong to me and honesty is the way to go.”

  “Mr. Franchetti,” I addressed him, trying to create some distance, even though he was still inside me. He grabbed my hip and held me against him.

  “Sweetheart, quit with the formality. If you think it’s going to work then you’ve got a lot to learn. Now, tell me, Alana. Have you been with someone else?”

  “Why, don’t want to ruin your desk?”

  “I don’t give a fuck about the desk. You’ve got a smart mouth, but your body is screaming for me to make you come, and I can’t wait either, but I want to know if you’re a virgin or is there some little bastards that are about to get dropped?”

  “I’m a virgin, but damn, if you push your big ol’ fingers in me any deeper then I won’t be.”

  “Listen to me, Alana. I’m not going to take your virginity…” He pulled away from me, leaving me bereft of his touch and domination. I wanted to cry because my body demanded satisfaction that I didn’t even understand.

  “Only experience works for you. Good to know. Excuse me, coming for a job here was a big mistake.” I stood up and straightened my skirt. “There are other places that will hire me.”

  “If you think of showing your body to anyone else, I’ll fucking take their eyes out. Do you hear me?”

  “Whoa. Take a chill pill. You’ve probably fucked hundreds of broads. Anyway, I’m not your cup of tea because I haven’t had sex before. And thankfully, I didn’t let your prowess steal my God damn common sense.” I frantically brushed at the strands of my hair that fell out of place with my hands.

  I could tell that I pissed him off again, but the sting of his dismissal was more than I could take after being so damn foolish in the first place. I turned toward the door, but I wasn’t fast enough. He wrapped his arm around my waist, picking me up and carried me over to the sofa. I couldn’t get off fast enough as I thought about how many women had been on this couch, auditioning for him. I had to remember why I was here. “I don’t want to catch anything on this.”

  “I haven’t had a broad in years, even before I opened this place. So, calm your ass down. You’re getting out of control, and usually, I don’t let anyone try that shit with me.” He lifted me so that I was straddling his thighs, causing my skirt to rise up. He grabbed my ass cheeks, cupping them like he owned them.

  “I only came here for a job. Not to be seduced.”

  “You’re not going to work here. That’s out of the fucking question. You’re mine and I don’t believe you need to work. You want to go to college, I’ll pay for that shit. This pussy is mine, Alana. There’s no way I’d let you walk around here half naked.”

  “I could just leave and never come back.” I challenged him. Yes, I knew it was wrong to want the thug, but I couldn’t stop the pounding in my chest. I’d seen hundreds of men who were fine as hell, but I didn’t feel anything; now’ I can’t seem to keep my pulse down. There he goes again, his lips pressed to my neck, kissing, licking, and nipping my skin. This was wrong, so wrong, but I didn’t push him away. Instead, I arched my back and pressed my hands to his forearms. With my breasts practically in his face, I was asking for more. He let go of my ass, then put my hands behind my back and held both of my wrists together with one of his strong hands. He took the other hand and tugged my top down, taking my lace bra with it. I gasped but didn’t protest as he teased my nipple. “Mine,” he growled, before his mouth closed around my sensitive tip. I moaned and rocked my hips forward.

  He pulled off my breast, his eyes on me as he reached down and let his cock out. “I’m not going to take you now, but I want to come on you while you come on me.”

  He pulled my panties to the side and slipped his huge cock under the panties. He rocked our bodies as our sexes rubbed against each other. “You’re mine, kitten. Your pussy, your body, your everything belongs to me. Tell me you want it, Alana. Tell me how much you want to belong to me.”

  I couldn’t stop the words as they bent to his will. “I’m yours, Tony.” He slid his hand into my hair and pulled my face. Our kiss was wild and frantic as we worked faster and harder. My moans were escaping my lips. My body pulsed from head to toe as my core clenched and I came.

  “Alana,” he roared, his hot seed coating my pussy and panties. With his arms wrapped around me, he pulled me to him as he collapsed back on the sofa. I could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest as fast as mine. A sudden fatigue came over me, so I decided to close my eyes briefly. He placed me on the sofa, fixing my clothes. I could hear him straightening his clothes, but I was worn out. The last thing I heard was Tony telling me to rest, and I was out like a light.

  Chapter 5

  Tony

  My heart was pounding out of control. If I didn’t know I was in great health, I’d think I needed an ambulance immediately. This sexy little thing managed to destroy the wall I’d built. I should send her on her way, thanking her for bringing me back to life, but nothing in me could do it. This woman wasn’t tainted with the dark side of the world. I could see that in her innocence and the way she fought herself over her feelings. She was lusting over my cock, but she wasn’t that kind of girl and guilt was written all over her words, but I didn’t give a fuck. She broke my walls in seconds, and later on, I was going to tear hers up and spray them with my seed. Fuck, I reached in between us and cupped her sex, pushing my thumb and my load into her cunt.

  Her head rested on my chest, and I wanted us to stay this way, but I didn’t want anyone to come knocking or just walking in. I pulled her off me and sat her on the couch. Her eyes were fuzzy and her face flush bright pink with post-orgasmic bliss. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

  I fixed myself back into my pants, then pulled down her skirt and fixed her top. She was wearing a stripper’s outfit, and if she didn’t belong to me, she would be the ideal type in looks. Her personality was clear; she didn’t have a stripper in her, but for me she will. Alana dozed off and I took her little clutch she came in with. Scoping out her ID, I took a picture of it. I wanted her address and everything because something told me her ass would give me attitude about getting it. Her phone was next but it needed a passcode. Damn it. I hated that it was locked, because who the fuck was she hiding her phone from? She wasn’t going to get away with hiding it from me.

  I was just about to slip it back into her bag when a text message came up from someone named Greg. Did you get the job? I couldn’t read the rest of the message, but it pissed me off that not only was there a guy knowing she was coming here, but who was he to her? Thoughts of murder came to my mind. I hated that she had shared her life with someone else, no matter who he was. It was fucked because we only just met, but I’d known from the first second that she was mine. Nothing in my life seemed worth living, and then she stepped into my club, looking like a fish out of water, and I couldn’t help but make her my prey.

  I slipped her phone back into her clutch just as my own phone buzzed with a text from Tito. There was a special client here to see me. I didn’t want to see him. Covering her with my coat, I kissed her lips and left her to sleep.

  “What do you want?” I growled as I reached the fat bastard sitting at one of my tables in the back of the club. Jake Denny was one of my borrowers and with Homan missing, I don’t know what made him think I would be generous with my time or money. It was dark so most couldn’t see us, but that wasn�
�t going to save him if he wasted more of my time.

  “I need another loan.” I wanted to pop him in the throat. He was keeping me away from my sweet little Alana, and I didn’t care for that one bit. I’d only been out of my office for five minutes and I wanted to rush back to her. She was going to be forced to have a shadow from now on. I was so fucked.

  “And you think right here is a perfect place for it? Your eyes haven’t even focused on me for more than a second. I don’t have time for this shit right now. I’ll be in contact with you, and when I do we’ll deal with this. Excuse me, but I’ve got somewhere to be.” I got up and walked away, ignoring his hand out for a shake. I didn’t know where that fucker’s hands had been, but I knew where mine had and I didn’t want anyone to get a hint of her scent because she belonged all to me.

  Just as I was about to climb up the stairs, Tito stopped me again. “Boss, I’m sorry, but the man at the door saw your girl walk out of here with your coat on.”

  “Damn it,” I snapped. I walked up to the bar, needing a stiff drink. “Give me some tequila.” I looked down at my watch. I had another two hours before I could close this place down. I didn’t have to be here normally, but I still had shit to do. Fuck, I’d forgotten that I tossed everything on the floor. It was going to take even longer to get the paperwork done. It was all Denny’s fault. I hated that fat fucker. He didn’t deserve my time, but it was his connection with the mayor that made it acceptable. The mayor was under my thumb and pushed my paperwork through faster than the rest. It was his fault that I even took in Homan, so Denny looking for another loan was laughable. I wasn’t a loan shark per se, but I did lend money out. My real business was here, but fuckers were afraid and believed most of the lies about me. Good, it was what I needed. I shook my head as I went back up to my office.

  It still smelled of her, so I closed the door and cleaned up my mess. It was only a matter of time before I found her. Thank fuck, I was smart. Something told me that she was going to be a handful. The memory of being in a hospital bed kept me from chasing after her. She’d be mine in the morning. This was different than before. I knew that from the start. I wasn’t interested in more than a one-off then, and it nearly cost me my life. This woman was my future wife and mother of my kids. I felt that shit in the pit of my stomach.