"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
Roman's eyes went wide, and I gave him a tiny, teasing smile as I curled my leg back down. I planted my foot and kept bending at the waist, pushing my hips back suggestively as I unclipped my stocking and slid itoff. I threw it at him, and he caught it like a hungry man. Keeping my eyes on him, I
"Of all the fucking times to interrupt!" I cursed under my breath as I made my way downstairs and out the front door into the night to find Stringer standing there with a grave look on his face. “This better be important, String.” “You think I'd have left the fiesta if it wasn't?” he replied. “Th