The car pulls around to the back of Kent’s mansion and enters a garage. When I get out of the car, Kent is standing at the entrance to the house, his arms crossed. The guards move to the trunk to remove my dad. “Why did you do this,” I ask, glaring at the mafia boss. He looks me in the eye. “Beca
Soon, there’s a knock at the door. “Off you go, my dear,” the woman says, giving me a little push in the right direction. I nod my thanks to her – I didn’t even get her name - as a guard comes to take me downstairs. When we reaching the landing a floor below, he quietly opens the double doors of a
When Kent walks into his office, he’s surprised to see Daniel standing there, staring out the window, watching a car pull away. “Who is in that car?” Daniel asks. Kent crosses to his desk and sits down in his chair, folding his hands. He takes a moment to study his son. Daniel is tall, handsome, c
His thoughts turn, then, to those moments in the club, when he had been fooling Dean into thinking Fay was his plaything. Fooling himself, really. He had been hard as a rock, looking down at her supple form, that soft curve of her breast after he snapped the strap of her dress – Kent blinks, bringi
I’m laying back on my bed, all cried out, when I hear a knock at my door. I raise my head and groan inwardly. What’s next?Before I can get up to answer it, the door creeks open a little. I sigh. No such thing as privacy in the Mafia palace. “Fay?”My mouth drops open as I hear a voice that I recog
“Daniel,” I say, my heart going out to him. “Why is it such a big deal? It’s the twenty-first century – it’s so backwards to think that way about sexual orientation –““You don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head and looking down at the floor. “It’s a different world here, Fay – that’s why I sp
I spend a restless night in my new room. When the clock reads 7:00, a knock comes at my door and it opens without waiting for a response. I glare and make a mental note to somehow get a lock. “Ah! You’re awake.” The same woman who dressed me last night bustles into the room. “You’re already late, m
A blush spreads across my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me like that?“So you like it,” Kent says, his voice low, possessive. “I do,” I say, hesitating. “Is there something extra…”“Amaretto,” he says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.”“It’s delicious,” I say, holding his gaze whil