Page 7 of A Mafia's Treasure

Interesting. So, she just waltzes in, in her sexy skin tight denim jeans and loose off the shoulder white T-shirt, and waits until she gets a visit… If I wasn’t intrigued before, I am now.

I nod at Cat as I head down the corridor, following the mystery woman, and stop as my cell vibrates in my pocket. Letting out a sigh as I pull it free from the inside of my black Armani suit, my lips purse and I lick my lips as I compose myself before answering.

“Ivan, I didn’t expect to hear from you. What can I do for you?” I act nonchalant but know that he is calling to renegotiate our terms. The Irish may have killed Koslov but for some reason I know they want to head back to the motherland and getting rid of their contracts was one item they had partially scrubbed off their agenda.

The fight was part of a cover up, making it look like we had to work for it. Had we lost, which, with Tony on the case, I very much doubted, we had a contingency in place. The fight would have given me the contracts for free, but had we lost I would have had to pay a substantial amount, way more than they’re worth. There’s nothing I like more than a gamble.

“I want these contracts sold. The Irish are nothing more than a fly in the ointment.” He tuts. “We no longer have the fight, but we have the contingency, so we move forward with that,” he tells me.

I laugh as I walk toward the door, knowing I am closer to the blonde beauty that I can't wait to get my hands on. “The price is too high, and we need to renegotiate. Your man is out not mine.”

“You have competition now, a bidding war, shall we say.” He sounds cocky with his reply.

“The Irish are the only ones stupid enough to go head-to-head with us, but they will not be an issue. Send me a new offer, and I’ll look over it and let you know my decision.” I don’t wait for his response before I hang up. Tonight, I have more important things to attend to.

As I reach for the handle, I feel a lightness in my chest that I haven't felt for a long time … if ever, an excitement that feels alien to me, but I’m rolling with it because it’s starting a fire in me that I like more than I should.

“Well, well, well,” I say as I enter and her bright blue eyes hold mine as her plump, pillowed lips part slightly.

“Seems like someone’s been a bad girl.”

Chapter7

Frankie

It’s been a few weeks since I first came here, and I’ve visited this room almost everyday!

I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but not one of these guys has what I’m looking for.

Today it feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours, when in reality I know it can’t be more than five minutes, before he enters.

I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the bottom of my white shirt, looking at the black patterned wallpaper that covers all of the walls. The raised platform across from the bed I am perched on has a beautiful claw bathtub with silver furniture, and I’ve wanted to sample it since I first entered the room a few days back, but each time I’ve been in here the men have come in, spanked me over my jeans and left! I mean, what the fuck is that all about.

That has pissed me off, and let me tell you, I have given Tony a piece of my mind. Who the hell goes into a punishment room to be spanked and not get any kind of action? I couldn’t believe it last night when a guy wanted me to spank him. It took all my self-control not to kick the shit out of the fucker. They have rooms for that … I checked!

I always take my shoes off when I come in here, and the coolness from the dark hardwood flooring to the soft black rugs feels amazing.

Tonight, when the door opened and I watched as he entered, my heart skipped a beat. I knew instantly that he wasn’t like the others, he commanded the room. I was excited, maybe even a little nervous, but one thing was certain as I looked him up and down, Kitty is thirsty for milk. I giggle and it doesn’t sound like me, almost too girly, which sounds odd, but I’m gonna roll with it because if it means I’m gonna get laid then who the fuck cares.

“Well, well, well,” he says as he enters, his voice smooth as silk. “Seems like someone’s been a bad girl.” His brow raises on his perfectly formed face. How can someone actually look that good.

His suit looks quality, all black and matching his shirt beneath, which is open at the top. I can see tattoos on his neck, which go beneath his shirt, and I glance down to see that both his hands have them too. He catches me assessing him and smirks.

His hand brushes back pieces of his long, dark hair that have fallen out of his ponytail, and I want to look away but can’t. His blue eyes are as deep as the ocean on a clear day, sparkling like the sun is glistening down on to it.

He clears his throat as he pulls me from my thoughts. “So, tell me, what have you done to be in this room?” He stalks toward me like a cat.

I swallow loudly, sure he can hear it. “Erm, I … well, I just … I don’t know.” Words fail me, and I sound like an idiot.

He looks at me, his brow furrows as he gets closer and lifts my chin with his forefinger. “Yes,il mio tesoro, you do.”

OMG! I think I’ve just come! I don’t know what he said and, right now, I don’t care. It sounded sexy as fuck.

“I like to be punished, it frees me, with the work I do … you know it gives me a release.” I free my head from his hand and look down. For the first time, in a long while, I feel embarrassed to admit why I get enjoyment out of fucking and pain after “working”.

I have never really told anyone before, not really, and it’s not like I’m going to see this guy again, so it’s not like it actually matters, right? I don’t know why I feel this way.

“Don’t be ashamed of what you like. There’s no judgment here. Embrace who you are,il mio tesoro.” He smiles.

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