Page 14 of A Mafia's Treasure

I nod my head in understanding. She hasn’t done anything wrong, and we have rules that have to be respected.

“What’s your name?” I ask her.

“Rochelle,” she almost whispers.

“You’ve done the right thing, Rochelle, don’t worry,” I assure her.

“The right thing? Do you know what will happen if I head back to the office without the papers that Mr. Romano asked me to fetch? No, I’ll tell you what, he’ll have a fucking aneurysm!” Her voice rises as she explains what she’s here for.

“I’m sure that miserable son of a bitch sends me on errands he knows I can’t succeed in, and it makes his fucking day when he can shout at me for being fucking useless,” she mumbles to herself, forgetting we’re here.

“Can one of you go to his office and collect the file I need?” Her arms raise. “You both have access in there, right?” She points toward the entrance.

I stand and look at her for a moment, my head tilting to the side as I assess the situation.

“You’re Mr. Romano’s … what exactly?” I chew the inside of my lip, awaiting her response.

“Receptionist-slash-Personal Assistant, and general dogsbody.” She smiles sarcastically.

I try to hide my smile, but I know that’s impossible. This is who Marco has been trying to avoid fucking, and this is why he’s been sending her on shitty errands, to make her hate him.

Kudos, I guess, but I don’t think it’ll work. In fact, on this occasion, I will help her succeed. It’ll only be a pity that I won’t see his face when she comes back triumphant.

“What is it he needs exactly?” I ask.

“Tax return and the investment portfolio for plots 1080,” she informs me.

I acknowledge her and head into the club, and I am surprised to see how busy it is. The dancers are downstairs but the bar is busy.

Heading into his office I found what he wanted, then go back out and hand over the file.

“Thank you.” She takes the file and goes to walk out but turns and looks back. “Rochelle, I’m sorry, you know, for being a bitch.” Then she strides out and disappears into the busy New York crowd.

I smile at Rochelle and head back into the club and downstairs to the red velvet door. Seeing the entrance makes my cock stir, taking me back to when I was last here and the blonde beauty I left behind.

I don’t know what this feeling is, but I feel like I have been hit in the chest by a fucking brick. I move on, trying to rid myself of this strange feeling inside. It’s a feeling I am unfamiliar with and not one I am sure I want to be feeling.

“Cat, I want you to permanently close out the punishment room and only allow it to be booked either by myself or Francesca,” I inform her. “That room must always be available for our use, is that clear?”

It’s not the smartest thing I have ever done, but despite how I feel, I know I have to see here again. There’s no way I will allow any other man to touch her without my say so.

“Erm, yes, sir, but what about the clients that have already booked?” she questions.

“Move them to an alternate room. I’ll get Marco to sort it so they will have the same experience, but no one else uses that room.” I tap my finger on the desk she is standing behind. “Understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” she tells me with a smile.

It can’t have been ten minutes before I get a call from Marco, checking to make sure what he heard was correct.

“One hundred percent,” I inform him. I know he won’t question me further and will just get done what needs to be done to ensure business continues running as smoothly as possible.

“What the fuck! You can’t be serious?” His voice is distant, almost as if he has moved the phone away from his ear.

“Marco, what’s happened?” I call to him.

I hear his office door open and a female voice I recognize in the background. “Here’s the file you asked for. Is there anything else I can do for you?” She sounds like the cat that just got the cream.

“Just shut the door on the way out,” he spits back at her.

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