Page 8 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

Personally, I don’t care how our patrons get their money. So long as they have it to spend when they enter our doors.

“You conducted background checks on both? No priors?”

“That’s correct, Sir. Both candidates are clean as a whistle.”

With a nod, I thrust the paperwork back at the bouncer. As long as the women willingly entering the auction are safe, that’s all I care about.

Well, that and making a boatload of money of course. “Then, yes, they’re approved.”

“Great. So that brings the total women for tonight to nine with the virgin addition,” the bouncer says.

My spine stiffens. “My brother’s virgin, right? The one in my room is off-limits.”

He pauses, eyeing me carefully before giving me a sharp nod. “Understood,” he says, then he lifts his radio, speaking into it as he heads off in the opposite direction.

I turn to head back to my room when Marlon, our second in command rushes toward me. “Cain, we have a problem in the basement with the liquor delivery. Need an owner to sign off on it.”

“Fucking hell,” I groan. “Let’s hurry the fuck up, then.”

The longer this takes, the less time I have to spend with my Little Lamb.

The anticipation builds in my chest as I quickly sort out the liquor delivery. I can't wait to see Bianca, wet and ready and waiting for my cock…

She better not have put her clothes back on, I think as I stalk down the hall heading back to my room. The idea of her naked in my bed has me so fucking hard already.

I open the door to my suite and call out her name.

Silence.

“Bianca!” I roar again and run into the bedroom, hoping to God she’s there, sprawled and naked like an offering to me.

But the bedroom is empty. So is the bathroom.

She’s gone.

Fucking gone.

The weight of her absence settles heavily on me, suffocating any hope that lingers in my heart. As the reality of her departure sinks in, a bitter taste fills my mouth, mingling with regret and longing.

She couldn’t have gotten far.

This isn’t over.

It’s not fucking over.

It will never be over until she’s safely back in my bed and arms once again.

Chapter Four

Bianca

He left.

He left me here in this suite after he stripped me, fingered me, and… and…

And basically did everything except deflower me.

My eyes brim with unshed tears and I squeeze them shut, willing the tears away.

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