I was careful about who I let into my inner circle. Trust and loyalty meant everything in my game. And beyond that, I was even stricter about who I let into my heart. I didn't have any interest for "something casual" or "an arrangement." I wanted something more. And when I stared at her, the unden
She was driving me crazy. It was like a game we were playing — a tennis match going back and forth. Her intrigue and sexuality had me starving for her, lusting in a way I'd never known possible, and I felt myself starting to lose control. "Tough guy," she replied as she continued to examine me. "S
"Get your ass down here, bitch!" Dante shouted. "And don't you make wait another minute or you're gonna regret it!" My heart leapt again, and my stomach turned as the hammering on the front door continued. It was Dante, the absolutely repugnant owner and manager of Cherry Sweet's Gentlemen's Club i
It was about a twenty-minute ride, but time flew by, making it feel more like two minutes. The next thing I knew we were in the back lot, and I was stepping through the back door into the locker room, which was filled with girls getting ready for the night. "Girls, this is.." Dante turned to me and
I would have let him save me...The speed of it all terrified me. My feelings terrified me. No, Felicity, I told myself. No one's coming to save you. This is your life now. So I stood there, huddled in the corner of the locker room that smelled of bodies, sweat, and tacky perfume, while girls funn
"Whoa, easy, Roman!" Dante cried out. That's just her stage name — " "Shut up, pussy!" I snarled, strong-arming him out of the way. I stepped right up to her, my angel, looking like a prisoner in this den of scum, and stared into those beautiful eyes that had pierced right through me last night on
"Don't say anything, dickhead. But if I see you anywhere near this girl again, I'll break every one of your fingers, and that's if I'm in a good mood. Got it?" “You got it, Roman!" he replied. He was scared, but he'd also just scored a huge pay day and I could hear the excitement in his voice. He
You shouldn't be here, I thought as I stepped into Roman's bedroom. You didn't have to be an avid viewer of CSI or NYPD Blue to know that mobsters didn't let strangers into their inner circle, let alone their bedroom. But here I was, holding Boston's most notorious crime boss' hand while he looked