Page 20 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

Kostin

Ilet Bonnie have her phone call. She’s acting like she’s been arrested, but I’m as far from a cop as a bagel is from a donut. Maybe we look the same to her, but when it comes down to it, I’m putting bullets in anyone who pisses me the fuck off, innocent or not.

Hey, maybe we’re not so different after all.

Bonnie hasn’t tried anything slick with the phone call, which is fortunate for her. I’d know if she called 9-1-1 because I have the number blocked from the landline. Nobody gets to call that number, not even in an emergency. In the Mafia, the police don’t exist, and when they do, they’re eating lead.

That’s the way things have to be. They want nothing to do with our kind, anyway. We’re too dangerous, too powerful, and too skilled for them to go up against. So long as nobody is killing civilians out in public (like I did), then the police have no reason to poke their noses into Mafia business.

“Are you finished in there?” I ask, leaning against the door to the phone booth in the office.

The door opens, and I have to catch myself to keep from falling over on top of Bonnie.

She gives me an annoyed look and walks past me into the room. “Are you finished trying to listen in on me?”

“I wasn’t listening in, darling. I was waiting for you,” I reply, but that’s not entirely true. I was just making sure I didn’t hear the sound of a phone call being rejected. Then, I’d have to come in there and have a talk with her about calling the police.

Bonnie crosses her arms, her expression telling me that she doesn’t believe me. “I have stuff at the house I have to take care of. You know, it’s not nice to be whisked off to god knows where. in the middle of the night. People have lives outside of work, you know?”

I shrug. “I don’t.”

“Well, you’re a freak,” she snaps.

I chuckle. “Call me what you want, but never call me a fool. I know how to handle a difficult situation, and I got us both out of that club in one piece.”

“You killed Jerry!”

I shake my head, letting out a slow sigh. “Bonnie, how many times do we have to go over this? It was clearly self-defense. You’re going to have to accept that. In fact, I order you to accept it. As my employee, I can’t have you slandering the boss.”

She cocks her head to the side. “This is kind of a bullshit job, though, right? I mean, you’re basically kidnapping me.”

I frown, pretending to be offended. I know very well what I’m doing; but it doesn’t matter, one way or another. She can go along with it or make it complicated.

“I gave you a job, and it’s going to be much better than shaking your ass for a bunch of strangers at the club. Doesn’t that work bother you?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Not really,” she says, but she looks to the side, avoiding my eyes. Of course, it bothers her, but she does it anyway. It’s always just about the money, but I can’t blame her. There are things that I do for money that I’m not proud of.

“Alright, well this isn’t going to be roses and sunshine for you, Bonnie, but I promise I won’t make it harder than it has to be. I’m stressed the fuck out from what happened tonight, and I’m going to need you to give me a massage tonight.”

“Now?” she asks, but she’s already getting into the spirit. It’s really not that much further than what she was doing at the club, only -since I’m the boss - I’m likely to push things just about as far as she will go.

But not tonight. Tonight, I’m getting her warmed up, while the cleaners do their job at the club and make sure there’s nothing unsavory left behind. The cameras need to be wiped, and the club needs to be signed over to me, but once that’s over, I doubt there will be much interest in what happened to good old Jerry the club owner. I doubt any of the women who worked at the Diamond Score liked him much anyway.

“Let’s go to my office, and we can get started in there,” I reply.

“Can I at least get dressed in something more appropriate?” she asks, looking down at her elaborate lingerie.

“What would you deem appropriate for work?” I ask, leaning against the doorway. “I assumed you were fine with that outfit, since you were wearing it before.”

“You gunned down my boss, so I get to choose what I wear,” she snaps.

“You have no power here, Bonnie,” I reply, lowering my voice. “And I would prefer you to keep what you’re wearing on… Unless you’d rather take it off and be naked?” My eyes sweep over her, and I can see the bumps forming on her legs.

She’s aroused by me and I know it, but she won’t admit that. At least, not yet. It’ll take a few more nights of pressure to make her crack, but when she does, she’ll give it all to me willingly.

“I’ll keep this on, but I’d like a robe or something.”

I sigh. “I have a black robe in my office, but it might be a little large on you.”

“I don’t mind,” she says, keeping her tone so professional that for a moment I think this is a serious job and not a playful way of keeping her occupied while I sweep Jerry’s death under the rug.

I smile, cocking my head to the side to counter her seriousness. “Then let’s go, darling. The night has only just begun.

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