Page 22 of A Mafia's Treasure

Francesca: Okay …

Interesting … I was expecting more. This seems too easy.

Me: I want you to take your clothes off and fold them neatly on the bed.

A few moments go by, and I hear nothing. But I’ll wait to hear from her before I issue my next order.

My other phone buzzes in my pocket, which momentarily distracts me from watching the burner phone I have for my treasure.

It’s Tommy ... “Yeah,” I answer abruptly.

“The guys are here with Ivan. I wanted to let you know he’s in the container and restrained.”

“Good,” I tell him, still waiting for those three little dots to appear on my other screen.

“I’ve sent the guys home, but I’m staying here tonight. Marco’s been riding my ass about these taxes anyway,” he grumbles.

“I’ll be over when I can, and if you need to hire someone to keep on top of that shit for you, do it. We can’t afford to be pulled up on minor shit like that,” I tell him, then cut the call when a message appears on my other phone.

Francesca: Done.

Me: See the toy in the middle of the floor, I want you to ride it until I get there …

Francesca: What, why?

Me: Because I said so …

Me: I want your ass facing the door and you bouncing up and down on that dildo like your life depends on it, do you understand?

Francesca: Yes.

Me: Good, and one more thing …

Francesca: What?

Me: DON’T YOU DARE COME!

Francesca: What! How long are you going to be?

I smile to myself as I place the phone back into my jacket pocket. There isn’t anything else to say. I know she’ll do what I’ve asked, and my cock likes that thought just as much as I do as it presses against my zipper.

Leaning forward I speak to my driver, “Step on it. I have an appointment and it’s urgent.”

I clench my jaw when we get stuck in the traffic. That’s one thing about New York; the traffic is a fucking ball ache!

As we inch closer and closer to the club, I feel my frustration rise knowing how close I am to getting what I want.

“Stop the car. I’ll walk the rest of the way. Park up outside the club and wait for me there,” I instruct as I step out of the car and make my way along the crowded sidewalk toward the club.

I look at my phone, checking to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from her but nothing, which means she must be following my orders.

The queue for the club is long as I walk past them all to get through the entrance and head straight for the main door, ignoring anyone who speaks to me.

Quickly taking the soft carpeted stairs, I walk toward Cat, who I know is expecting me.

She smiles as I approach, and I just nod as I walk past her too.

I have my eyes set on something and I am not going to allow anyone to sidetrack me from it.

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