Page 6 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Holding tight and turning toward the door, I start dragging him toward the exit. “Now, I think it’s time you leave Lila and me to our date.”

I glance back to Lila who’s clearly trying not to laugh at the sight of Dirk trying to bat me away. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be right here.”

Her eyes flick over my body, and everywhere it touches, it leaves a trail of fire on my skin.

I can’t help the feral grin that spreads across my face.

Holding on to my hands as he tries not to lose his footing, Dirk doesn’t protest much as we reach the door.

Jerry, one of my men, is waiting right outside the door. When he sees me, he unfolds his arms and smiles at me. “Oh, hey boss. Taking out the trash?”

“Yeah, mind seeing to it? I can’t stay. Have a gorgeous woman waiting for me at the bar.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

I toss Dirk at Jerry. “Enjoy your night, asshole.”

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ANDRE

As I head back inside the crowded bar, my breath catches at the sight of Lila waiting for me, her finger trailing the rim of her wine glass.

I instantly imagine those red nails digging into my back as I fuck her into oblivion, and I have to discreetly adjust myself as I approach the now empty stool opposite her.

“Sorry about that.” I lean against the bar.

“It was very entertaining,” she says. “Thank you for stepping in. I don’t think I could’ve listened to one more minute of him waffling on and on about his games.”

“Well, I would say you have extremely bad taste in men, but I’m hoping you prove me wrong in the next five minutes.”

“Oh, really?”

“Why don’t we start with something better to drink?”

Lila raises her eyebrows but seems to be content enough as I wave down a waiter and ask for a bottle of Don Perignon and a private booth.

“Is this only because you own the place?”

I take her hand and help her down off the stool, not letting her hand go as I lead us across the bar toward the wall of booths at the back.

“Oh, I don’t own the place.”

“What? But you said…” Lila frowns.

“It’s a little white lie, no big deal.” I smirk. “I had to say something to stop your little friend from starting a fight he wouldn’t win. We wouldn’t anyone to get hurt, now would we?”

Lila shakes her head, a smile spreading across her face as she slides across the leather seat.

I follow.

A bottle of champagne on ice is already waiting for us, and I pour us both a glass.

“Well, this is more like it.” She brings the glass to her lips. “So, Andre, if you don’t mind me asking, since you don’t own the bar, what do you do for work?”

“I have my fingers in many pies, so to speak.” None of which I’m willing to share just now.

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