Page 38 of A Mafia's Treasure

“Sure thing.” I wave him off.

Rather than heading home, I make my way to the venue for tonight and look at the staff inside. An idea hit me as I was heading home that had me turning around and making my way here.

I smile as I see all I’ll need is an apron. I walk around the back and see the staff entrance is behind the bins, which is perfect.

Tilting my head up, I find a camera pointing toward the door, which is also perfect as it’ll only catch the back of me as I head in.

Turning on my heel, I wave down a yellow cab and give him the address that’s a block away from my own. You can never be too careful.

The traffic is lighter than normal, which is helpful considering I’m already going to be later than I should be, but I think Tony will like the idea I’ve come up with. Hopefully, he’ll be happy when he eventually calms down.

In my apartment, I manage to find a white button up and black slacks that match what they were wearing back at the restaurant.

Slipping into flat black shoes, I paint my lips in my favorite shade of red and head out the door while tying my hair in a high ponytail.

With no surprise to anyone, my phone starts ringing. I’m literally five minutes late!

“I’m on my way,” I say as I answer the phone.

“You better be because the time has been moved up,” he tells me. “Where are you?”.

“Err, just leaving my apartment.” I pull the phone away from my ear, slightly waiting for him to go crazy, but his calm response surprises me.

“Wait there, and I’ll collect you,” he tells me.

“Sure.” I’m shocked and say nothing else.

I look down at my phone and can’t help but think about him. After I’ve finished tonight, I can go back to the club. Without thinking, I hit call.

It goes to voicemail, and I leave the most ridiculous message.

“Hey, it’s me … Francesca, from the err, from the club. I’m not sure if you remember me, but well, I’ve had a lot of work on lately, but after I’ve finished tonight, I’ll be free. You know, if you want to meet up. Okay, bye.” I can’t believe I fucking giggled … It’s too late now, the damage has been done. I officially look like an idiot when my phone chimes. I’m not sure I want to look, but who the fuck am I kidding … I am definitely going to.

Sex God: Text me when you’re there … I am not waiting again

I respond straight away.

Me: Not worth the wait? ;-)

Let’s see what he has to say about that, and I chew on my bottom lip, awaiting his response.

Sex God: You have some making up to do, so let’s not add anything else to the list, shall we?

Is this guy for fucking real.

Me: What! Making up for what? The fact I have a job to do.

Sex God: Don’t be a brat

Me: Seriously! You think I need to be punished because I haven’t met you, because I have to WORK!! Why don’t you punish my boss instead. I’m told he can be a right asshole anyway.

Sex God: Come see me tonight … with the attitude. Don’t forget to text.

Me:

I don’t have time to scroll for the emoji, but I figure he’ll get the gist … fucker.

I hear Tony before I see him. His car pulls up, looking totally out of place in my neighborhood, but I can’t deny it’s sexy.

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