Page 13 of A Mafia's Treasure

“Francesca,” I tell him. “What’s yours?” I ask.

“You can call me Nicolas.” He smiles.

“I’m not sure how to ask this but would you like to do this again sometime?” I force myself to keep looking at him as I don’t want to show him how I feel, which is nervous as hell, but the other men I’ve been in here with have been nothing compared to this.

“I’ll leave you my number. When you’re next here, send me a text.” He winks as he ties his hair back into a ponytail.

Once he’s fully dressed, he leans down and kisses the side of my mouth and turns to leave.

He turns as he opens the door. “See you soon,il mio tesoro.”

Chapter10

Nico

Ihaven’t been able to get Francesca out of my head. I’m putting it down to the fact that she fell in line easily and that accent of hers … sexy as fuck.

It wasn’t the time to ask where she’s from originally, but I would guess the UK or maybe even Australia?

Sitting in the back of my black SUV, my finger mindlessly taps on the side of the door as I ponder all things Francesca when I should be thinking about the offer that was sent through this morning from Ivan.

It wasn’t unreasonable but I’m not going to tell him that, not so soon after he made it, but I know the O’Connors are going to try and fuck this up, so I need to act before they do.

Reaching for my cell, I scroll and press call when I find Tony’s number.

“Boss,” he answers on the first ring, sounding breathless. I hope he’s fighting and not fucking.

“I need someone taken care of, it has to be discreet,” I tell him. “The O’Conners are trying to muscle in on the contracts and it’s becoming a pain in the ass,” I explain, getting agitated as my hand taps my leg repeatedly.

“What are you thinking?” I hear him move away from the noise and the door closing, to what I assume is him entering his office.

“Brendon’s cock sucker of a brother has been causing issues and stirring up a lot of trouble, and it isn’t only us that have issues with him. I want him to disappear but no ties back to us. The guy has issues, so if something were to happen, and the ruling was natural causes it wouldn’t be a surprise, you understand,” I explain.

“I got you,” he tells me. “When did you want to do this?” I hear the pop of a bottle top as he gulps down whatever it is that he’s chosen to drink, which isn’t annoying in the slightest!

“Tonight. He’ll be at the rooftop bar, midtown,” I tell him, knowing it’s his usual watering hole and has been going there pretty much everyday since he arrived. They’ve been trying to buy the place, but the owner isn’t having any of it either.

“On it. I’ll send one of the guys, and I’m guessing Tommy won’t be needed as we’re leaving the body behind to be found?” he clarifies.

“Correct and I want the new guy Frankie on this one. I want to see what he’s made of,” I tell him. “Give him my number and tell him to message me when it’s done.” I don’t wait for a response and end the call, then type out a message informing Ivan that the deal is on.

It doesn’t take long for Ivan to respond that he’ll have the paperwork ready for us to sign. I know that one thing is under control, so now I just need to wait and see if this Frankie guy is all he’s been made out to be.

Pulling up outside the club, I step out onto the crowded sidewalk and head toward the glass entrance. Marco won’t be here, but he isn’t who I’ve come to see.

Walking through the main entrance, I spot a woman with jet black hair, well, that’s until she spins around when she hears me coming and I see the flashes of pink mixed into it. I have no idea what it’s called but she looks good. Her neck is tinged pink as she turns back around and continues to argue with the receptionist. It has me intrigued so before I leave to go to the main building I stop next to them.

She looks around at me once again, hands on her waist. She looks pissed! The angrier she gets the pinker her neck gets, and the deep chocolate brown of her eyes are almost black.

Her lips pout. “Can I help you?”

I try not to escalate the situation, but this lady really has no idea who she is talking to.

“Ladies, what seems to be the problem here?” I ask, raising my brow, looking at both of them. Our receptionist lowers her head while this other woman stands tall, straightening her shoulders. I mean, she can’t be more than five feet, but this firecracker is determined not to back down.

“I need to go through and get some paperwork from Mr. Romano’s desk, butshewon’t let me through,” she spits out, pointing her finger at the lady standing and shaking her head behind the desk.

“Sir, if I may, we can’t let people in who haven’t filled out the required forms, and this lady isn’t on the list. I am just following protocol. I haven’t been informed otherwise,” she informs me. I don’t even know what her name is, but she clearly knows who I am, so I should respect my employees enough to find out her name.

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