Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

e list of names of those I invited. Those who possess the ty

one to respond. The Mendoninos. They always splurge. A

h the keyboard in his direction. "Just

otice over three-quarters of the list have agreed to come. And high rollers as well. This might

bout th

mergency exits if we need to get away. Access to the club upstairs. Cops shouldn't know what's going on. Staff has been in

d,"

ns for a long time, since my father was a boy. He kn

bout th

is head. "The Travoras are managing that aspect of the evening's operations. They assure me there wil

esponse to his answer

always the drug addicts and runaways. But the pickings are slim and some of these girls ... not worth putting

them. Last thing I need is for one of th

last minute." Eitan winks and folds his hands in his lap. "There is one last matter I want to address. You have a

my lips. "Molotov? I

ue with one of Gino's me

m more than happy to delegate some responsibility to those looking for it. "We have the Greeks delivering the weapons shipment next week. L

an

and her moody weather interfering with schedules. And once those schedules fuck up, all the precautions put in place get fucked up as we

to dispose of a body for us yet. First time's always messy, but there'

his jacket to straighten it. "Have a goo

night,

s out the door. Fina

there's yet another knock at the door. These

s her head into the o

fer. She's smart and drop-dead gorgeous. Even the skintight blue dress that shows off all her assets doesn't do her justice. And when I laid eyes on her, when I saw the mottled bruises circling her nose, I

'm so tired tonight.

rs, and for the past three years she's been in charge of my harem girls. She knows when my door is

he glides toward me, her long ta

u

. Eitan had me so busy with som

behind me and runs her hands over my shoulders. "Ma

is a licensed massage therapist, with skilled hands. She's one of

at in the room on the third floor isn't working. Tina mentioned it to Vinny, but he slapped her and never fixed it. I stop

alk to

s. While I'm totally okay with a relaxing massage, sex is out of the

tle market down the street earlier. She said the old man looked dead." Sophia leans fo

e. The

ugh my hair. Every nerve in my body fires and my blood boils. Fuck. Why couldn't the old man just pay? Why'd he have

fingernails gently scrape against my scalp as she licks her f

ing going on. Not with an old man-a man who looked to be about my father's age-lying beat up in the str