Page 5 of A Mafia's Treasure

“What about him?”

“We need the documents. I keep asking and even sent myassistantover, but he, apparently, wasn’t in, so she came back empty handed.” He sighs, and I note the emphasis on assistant and smile. “Can you just tell him to get it done. With the club and getting the legit side of our businesses set up, I don’t have time to be chasing his ass, and we don’t want people looking at us for something as minor as that.” He sighs again. This guy really needs to start taking advantage of our club. I know I will be as soon as this fight is over with Koslov. Once this Frankie guy hands his ass to him, we will have all the building contracts in Manhattan and Brooklyn, no questions asked.

“Relax, Marco, I will sort it,” I tell him.

Chapter5

Frankie

This last week Tony has been pushing me hard, and it feels amazing! I have never felt better, but the more my adrenaline pumps, the hornier I get. It’s crazy.

I thought after the way things started with us, it would continue, and I was really looking forward to fucking each time I fought, but it seems Tony has more restraint than I thought. He definitely has more restraint than I do, that’s for sure.

All week I have been thinking about this exclusive club that Tony’s boss owns, but in order to go, I have had to go to a clinician to get checked out and ensure that I’m clean and have an IUD.

I assume that the results have been fast tracked as tonight isthenight. I managed to snag a bargain at a thrift store on this little black mini dress, that looks hot as fuck, and heels that look like I’ll break my neck, but I was assured that they look great by the store assistant.

That explains why I am now standing at the dockside waiting for Tony wearing a mini dress and heels. Why women choose these over sneakers I have no idea. I will say one thing for them, my ass looks amazing!

Tony has been banging on about this exclusive club his boss has just opened, but apparently there is some kinda code you have to adhere to. Beats the shit out of me but I am down. I have to start on red, which means I am there to basically feel it out and see how comfortable I feel, and the only person I can fuck is the person I enter the club with.

Personally, I just want to get to green and get on with it, but rules are rules. I guess the main thing is, you get to choose when you move up the “ranks” as Tony calls it, so at least the next time I come I can skip amber and get my green band. You can move up and down at any time, so it feels like they take people's safety and comfort seriously.

Walking in, the club looks stunning. The entrance is all glass, and art deco images of women line the glass … well that’s what it looks like to me anyway. There are bouncers on the door, who pay no attention to me as they acknowledge Tony with a nod and call him boss, which I find odd.

“I thought you said that your boss owns this place?” I ask curiously, looking at him. With my heels I’m almost the same height as him, not quite six feet, which doesn’t seem to bother him as it has my previous partners, whereas I’m only about five feet six, but with heels it makes me taller. He certainly oozes confidence, which is attractive.

“He does, come on,” he says as he places his hand on the bottom of my back, gently guiding me toward the polished silver and black reception desk where a woman with a high ponytail and a leather dress that looks like it has been painted on is standing.

“Ah, Tony, it’s a pleasure to see you again. How are you?. I see this time you have brought a guest?” She looks at him longingly. “What’s your guest's name?” she purrs at him. Now don’t get me wrong I am not jealous, but I think it’s a bit fucking rude that she thinks she can talk to him as if I am not here!

“My name is Francesca, and I can speak for myself.” I smile at her sweetly.

She looks me up and down, and a sarcastic smile spreads across her perfect, pretty little face. “Of course you can, my apologies.” She looks back to her iPad, and her pointy nails tap at the screen before scrolling through what I assume is the documents I had to fill in about my sexual preferences, which, let me tell you, was eye opening … Who knew there was such a thing as psychrophilia, arousal to being cold and watching others who are cold … err, fuck no! I hate fucking snow! That was a hard limit for me.

“Seems like everything is in order. Tonight is your introduction, so you will have the red band on and will need to be accompanied by Tony. After that, should you wish to return and Tony has signed off on this, you can wear the green band unaccompanied and have free use of any area of the club.” She reaches out and picks up my wrist, placing the red wristband. I was expecting the kinda bands you get at theme parks, but this is like a thick piece of rope with a silver clasp that you can get at jewelry stores. Who knows, I might keep it and add some charms. I start to chuckle to myself when Tony looks over at me.

“What’s funny?” He dips his eyebrows in question.

“Nothing. Do we get to go through now, or am I going to freeze to death in this poxy dress?” I smile sarcastically at him.

“Ladies first.” Shaking his head, he motions for me to go first, and I push through the solid black doors. There is a clerk to take our phone, coats, and bags. It’s all very luxurious with black velvet curtains, solid counters, but what I hadn’t noticed on the bracelet was the code they scanned at the desk when I handed over my purse. I mean, I guess, where would I put a ticket. I get butterflies in my tummy at the excitement of it all.

“Hey, are you not checking your stuff in?” I call to Tony, who is heading toward the bar on the first floor.

“I am not leaving my phone anywhere except in my pocket.” He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows.

I can’t be bothered to question it. I want to get on with the evening and see what this place is all about. The first floor has a bar where people are gathered around chatting, and there are tables and chairs around the open space. I look to my left where a woman dances sensually on a pole, and couples are sitting around the mini stage watching her as she moves in time with the music.

My head is moving from side to side, trying to take everything in, when Tony comes back with a drink in his hand, and I take a sip thinking that it will help. I wonder if maybe there are some nerves inside as I have never been to a place like this before, but what I have noticed is I am dressed up like this while there are people here dressed casually and that has pissed me off.

“Why am I dressed like this when I could have worn my jeans?” I frown at him and all I get is a massive grin.

“Oh, sweetheart, sometimes it’s nice to dress up. Come on, let's go.” He pulls at my wrist, and we head down the stairs to the ground floor where there is a large stage with a huge pole center stage.

“Is this just a strip club?” I ask.

“On the surface. I can see why you think that, but no, it’s not,” he tells me as we continue past the stage to a door with red velvet curtains, and the lady standing behind the mini desk is stunning.

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