Page 30 of Assassin's Obsession

Thought it was appropriate for tonight. Death at a Halloween party. Mask, or no mask, I'm the Angel of Death year-round though.

It's nice to have one night where the real me is on the outside, the monster there for everyone to see.

And it's the monster that Candi offered a lap dance to. Which pisses me off. Because she didn't offer it tome, but came strolling into the VIP area and offered her pretty body and sexy moves to a stranger.

Sure, she's one of the top earning lap dancers, despite her no touch rule. But it's that no touch rule that keeps the customers at Pitiful Princess breathing.

So why the hell did she venture into the VIP area tonight? She knows the rules. Customers who are looking for more sit there. They are handsy sons of bitches too.

The dancers and cocktail waitresses who serve that section encourage it, because they're looking for the extra money selling extracurriculars provides.

Candi doesn't go back there. Not ever.

What the hell happened tonight? Did she decide to start offering her ass up for sale? Fury rages through me. That is not happening.

If she needs more money, the foundation will increase her mother's monthly stipend. Since the foundation is me, news of the increase will be given to her mother tomorrow.

No way in hell am I allowing her to offer extracurriculars to other men. Not that she seemed eager to come back here with me until I promised I didn't want to fuck her.

What if she's looking to start giving lap dances with a happy ending or blowjobs?

Seeing red, a low growl rumbles through my chest.

No way in hell is her mouth going on anyone's dick but mine. My men already know not to let the customers touch her when I'm not around to take care of it, but I'll remind them that their continued presence among the living depends on it.

"Did you enjoy my set tonight?" she asks in a sultry voice.

My teeth grind together, and I bite out, "Yes."

Wearing my mask, I planned to approach Candi without her knowing who I am. Flirt with danger. Enjoy a lap dance.

But not like this.

Not after she came into the VIP section.

When she came down off her stage and started walking toward the darkest area in the club, I stayed put, waiting to see what she would do. And fucking lucky for her and the otherstronzossitting at the tables in the shadows, she approached me first.

Not that any of them were fool enough to even look at her with intent. That area is reserved for men in the life and mostly in the Genovese Family. They all know who I am, and they all know that I don't want anyone touching her.

No one knows why because I haven't taken her to my bed and they all know that too. I made sure of it.

I would have claimed her right after the dons kissed Severu's ring, but there's unrest in Sicily. The godfather in the old country has his panties in a wad because our new North American godfather isn't from one of the traditional ruling families.

There are plenty in the Sicilian mafia that think the De Lucas are upstarts since Severu's grandfather only became a don because of how many leaders got put in the slammer in the 70s and 80s by the RICO act.

A behind-the-scenes money man, he proved himself to the Five Families with his ruthlessness and ability to rebuild under the FED's radar.

Things are different in the old country. And those differences are getting on my nerves.

I want Candi in my house and in my bed. Pretty soon those hideboundstronzosare going to find out that annoying death isn't good for their life expectancy.

It's time for a change in leadership in Sicily. I'm just waiting for Severu to give me the go ahead, but right now he insists we play nice. Build bridges, not battles, or some such shit.

He says his grandfather brought the doubters around and he will too.

Yeah, I don't see it.

"Chair or bar?" Candi asks.

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