Page 58 of Mob Queen

She gives both me and G a smile before exiting. G’s eyes follow her ass. “You’re right,” I start. “You’re way too old for her.”

“Screw you, DeLuca,” he playfully retorts. G throws his first glass back and pours himself a second. He scrubs his hand over his chin while nursing the whiskey. “You and the politician.”

“What about it?”

“You’ve walked out of his house twice, naked. Don’t get me wrong, whatever you two do is your business. But, do you think it’s the smartest play to be screwing him?”

I arch a brow and glare at G. G holds my stare, he’s not easily intimidated by anyone, including me. “We’re done now.”

“You and I know that’s not true. You’ve never gone back for more to anyone. You’ve always been a one-night type of woman. The politician seems to hold your attention.”

I lift my glass and throw it back. “I told you; we’re done now.”

“G,” Dario announces from the door.

We both look to him, but G stands and walks over. At the same time, the waitress returns holding two large platters. They’re identical and have a selection of all different foods. She places one down in front of me, then the other where G is sitting. Quietly, she leaves and I start eating.

“Frank,” G says to get my attention.

“What?”

“The politician is here.”

I pick a black olive and pop it in my mouth. “Is he?” I stare blankly at G. “And?”

“He’s asked to see you.”

I take a long, sharp breath, and motion for G to let him enter while I continue eating. There’s a small commotion behind me, but I don’t turn to see what’s happening. Miller appears before me, holding a piece of wood. He slams it on the table and places his hands to his hips. “You owe me a blowjob or a new fucking chair.”

I run my tongue over my teeth and sit back, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Holding his heated stare, I turn toward G. “What is it?” G asks as he squares up to Miller.

On my command G would happily kill Miller, but I don’t want him dead. “Give him three-hundred dollars.”

G takes his money clip out of his pocket and starts counting from his wad of cash.

“I don’t want your God damned money,” Miller spits.

I look to G and flick my eyes to the side so he can leave. G snarls at Miller, but does as I ask. I point to the chair opposite me and grab my fork. “You stalked me so you can demand I give you oral sex or money?” I continue eating while I wait for his reply.

“What the hell happened?”

“I needed to be fucked. You fucked me, I came, then I left.”

Miller clears his throat and glances away for a brief moment. “You make it seem so transactional.”

“That’s because that’s all it is.”

He slams his hand on the table with irritation. My jaw tightens as I continue to glare at him. I hear G’s footsteps enter the private dining room. I lift my hand and wave him away. Miller stays rooted to the chair, staring at me with his piercing dark eyes. “Fine, that’s all it is,” he relents. “I have a question for you.”

The air between us is sizzling with restless tension. The ache between my legs craves his cock, or preferably his mouth. “What?” I try to push the urge to the side.

He looks around the room and lowers his chin. Miller moves to place his elbows on the table. “I’m not going to sugar coat this.” I continue eating. “We both know you’re fucking deadly.”

“Phone,” I say before he continues.

“Your goons patted me down already. I’m not wearing a wire.”

“Then you won’t mind me taking your phone.” I hold my hand out.

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