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As I jumped in the back of her tiny car, my excitement was building. I didn’t care even a little bit I was being heavily scrutinized by the other two girls in the vehicle. They could bite my tushy for all I cared. I effectively lived a boring life, walking down a straight line to get from point A to point B. Discipline was my middle name.

Not tonight.

Tonight was like a new beginning, taking charge of my boring life.

“Willow, Katerina and Chloe. If you bitches aren’t nice to her,” Athena said, “I will kick your butts.”

For some reason, that broke the ice. I had a deliciously warm feeling this was going to be a very good night.

Club Sin and Shame certainly lived up to its name. With the line outside four blocks long, neon lighting up the sky as thumping tribal-style music blasted the night air, I’d known the place was going to be hot. When Athena breezed right past the entire line, blowing kisses at the two bouncers, I had to admit I was impressed.

Clubs weren’t my normal method of entertainment but as soon as we’d walked inside, the dancing bug hit me. We found a little corner where we could watch our purses and drinks while we danced the night away.

“This place is hot as hades,” I said to all three girls.

“Club Darkness is even better, but it’s on the other side of town,” Chloe said. “A bad neighborhood. Plus, this is where all the sexy men come to hunt their prey.” She roared like a lion, even clawing the air.

We all laughed and I scanned the club. Bad men. I had to admit to myself that I was in the mood to find one. Another goal in my boring life. What girl didn’t prefer a badass sex god? “There are some good-looking men, but where are the real hotties? You know the ones I mean. The va-va-voom kind of men you wouldn’t mind dragging you by your hair into a hot, wet embrace?”

Athena almost choked on her drink. “Wow. Youarein the mood to party.”

Shrugging, I daintily took a sip of my drink on purpose. What I hungered for couldn’t be found with my passion purple vibrator.I hadn’t experienced sex in so long I’d forgotten what it was like. Not that I could claim the former time had been with a real man. Certainly not the buff he-man type.

“Mmm… You mean a sexy guy with broad shoulders and a carved chest?” Katerina asked. She had the kind of voice that should require her to be a sex phone operator. If they still had that kind of thing.

“You bet,” I threw out.

“A fantasy man reeking of passion and dominance who you could lick on huge pectoral muscles, chiseled abdomen, and the deep V leading to his big. Fat. Cock?” Chloe added.

“Uh-huh.” I sighed. I had a feeling I’d be hiding under my covers with my fake cock, hoping the vibrations didn’t wake my mother.

“You might find a few guys like that in the club.” Athena laughed. “Or maybe not.”

I shook my head, swinging my hips to the music as I continued dancing. The entire time I was shamelessly scoping for Mr. Hotness. A few might be good as tasty seconds, but the Big Mac variety I couldn’t find.

Yet the moment it felt like the earth was turning on its axis, I knew I was wrong. “You mean just like him?” I only pointed with my pinky, but heat instantly slithered up both sides of my face.

He was hotness personified, even if I could only see one side of his face. But he was the kind of man who could fill out a well-tailored suit like nobody’s business. He was huge, at least six and a half feet tall with dark, curly hair reaching his shoulders. I could barely breathe, let alone think, but I was longing to tangle my fingers in his thick locks.

All three girls looked in his direction then at each other. Were they slinking into the shadows? They were. What the hell? “What are you doing? Is there something wrong with the guy, like he’s been castrated, or he kicks puppies for fun?”

Athena breathed through pursed lips. “Close enough.”

“Meaning what?” I turned to face her.

“You don’t want to mess with him.” Chloe seemed nervous as hell.

“O-kay. Please explain.”

“Greek mafia,” Katerina added, even dropping her head as if doing so would keep him from looking in her direction.

When I wrinkled my nose, Athena leaned in closer. “He’s called the Godfather of the Night.”

“Why?” I’d certainly read about crime syndicates. I knew they were dangerous, but every man I’d seen on television or in the papers looked like Groucho Marx. Mr. Hotness couldn’t be mafia.

“Because he always kills his enemies in the dark and never misses.”

CHAPTER 3

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