I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

e worst criminals this city has to offer. They think he's a genius, alw

hands gripping my hips like he owns me, he is eating me out, leaving me gasping for air. My back arches against the seat

the road, but when I let out another cry, he fumbles for hi

legs are trembling. Ricardo sits up, straightens his jacket like nothing

my dignity, but he grabs me before I can take another step. His han

e he starts kissing me again. His hands r

ng to mask his discomfort. "This is an e

when his eyes

mmers. "I-I'm so sorry

. He brushes past with a smirk, his

g. She recovers quickly, putting on a nervous smile. "Welcome, Mr

s the counter. Ricardo takes it without a w

e, touching me, almost like he can't get enough of me. By the time the elevator reaches the top

m is stunning. But Ricardo doesn't seem to no

inst the massive bed. "Ar

"You could

not quite rough, tilting my head back to meet his g

o the floor, leaving me naked before him. His eye

ou want to see what a god's dick l

nodding slowly.

h adrenaline. But then it happens-too fast. His breathing is hea

off. I glance at him, and it's all over his face. His jaw i

ax comes too soon. It's clear he

lls it out of his pocket, his expression shifts as he checks

he speaks with frustration. I pick up fragmen

want now?" Ricardo snaps, ru

w where I've hidden the tiny recording device Cha

Angelo's voice is muffled, but I catch

? Having that bitch amongst the other girls has ruined everything. We

ready sniffing around. You think we'd survive that kind of heat?" Ricardo's voice rises, then he drops his

fingers tighten around the recording device as I

se, something that makes

ce this batch is gone, we're out. That was the deal. We just

osses the phone onto a nearby cha

ip the device back under th

bed, moving towards him slowly. My fingers trac

weet and curious tone. "Everything's g

ow you," he mutters. "Why the fuck wo

now me, but you can trust me." My tone turns h

rom my touch and his defenses falter. "It's not my mess," he s

feigning sympath

went bad with someone... someone influential. They gave us a choice:

g his dick. "What's this punishment, ex

of 'em." Ric

these girls?" I as

admits reluctantly. "After this batch, I'm done, fortun

s out, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I gasp as he leans dow

ng will go wrong." I whisper with my voice carrying jus

f man who lets things slip. I can tell-everything about you screams control.

I smile at him, keeping my tone sweet. "Whatever's going on

right. You know what, let's ge

uin his life by the next morning. And I'll continue doi

e day, my luck will run out. What I don't know is how soon tha