Page 33 of A Mafia's Treasure

“You don’t understand, but you will,” he says as he stalks out of the locker room and heads back to his office, with me on his tail.

“This job, does it have to be today, or can it wait until tomorrow?” I ask.

“Why?”

“I haven’t had any sleep because some fucking dick made me ride the greyhound.” I narrow my eyes at him as he laughs. “Oh, I’m glad that’s made you laugh,” I say as I head out the door and flip him the bird as I go.

“Just have your phone on, and I’ll contact you when we need you,” he shouts at me, still laughing at my discomfort.

Asshole!

I can’t wait to get back to my apartment and sleep for days. My body aches and it’s not only from sitting on that fucking bus. I felt the marks and bruises he left on me when I was showering, and it’s such a turn on knowing his marks are there.

The problem comes when they’re gone, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

The lift is still fucking broken in the apartment, so I take the stairs and unlock my door, bumping my shoulder against it to open it. I really will say something about that … eventually.

Slamming the door behind me and securing the lock, I go to my bed and fall face onto the soft mattress.

I lay there for a moment, and then I remember … he left a message!

I scramble up and pull my phone from my pocket. Looking at the red voicemail icon, I press play. His husky voice plays through the speaker.

“Il mio tesoro, it appears you’re trying to test my patience.” He laughs darkly. “That’s something I wouldn’t advise, so I expect you at the club … same time … tonight.”

The call ends, and I take the phone away from my ear and just stare at it. I mean, the fact that I listen to his chocolatey smooth voice on repeat is irrelevant.

I lay on my back, hitting play again and again until my eyes finally close, then my mobile falls to my face and wakes me with a start.

Fuck’s sake! I know I shouldn’t reply, but I’m also not going to go to the club. I can’t just say nothing … can I?

After laying down and debating whether I should or shouldn’t call, I must have fallen asleep and wake to my phone ringing.

“What?” I answer.

“You need to get back to the gym,” Tony's voice comes down the line.

“You’re kidding, right? I’ve only just left,” I grumble.

“That’s a joke, right? It’s 9:00 p.m., so get your ass back here. We have things to go through.” The dial tone rings through my ears.

What the actual fuck! 9:00 p.m. … it can’t be! I check my phone and see several texts I’ve missed while I’ve been asleep.

Sex God: …

Sex God: You have five minutes

Shit, I’ve ten missed calls from him! I smile to myself because this means he must like me … maybe a little, right?

I go back to the thread and type my response.

Me: I’m so sorry, but I said I couldn’t come. Busy with work right now … rain check? ;-) x

Hitting send, I jump up, change, and head out the door. I have no idea what I look like, but I need to get to the gym before Tony rings me again. I must have declined three calls before leaving my apartment.

“What’s the big emergency?” I stroll in acting like there’s nothing to worry about. I know he’s still on edge about the boss, but once I do this big job, I’m sure he’ll be fine about me being a woman.… I can’t see the big deal to be honest.

“Fucking hell, Fran, seriously?” He punches the punch bag that swings and rattles from the ceiling.

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