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"He is one of the top enforcers to the most ruthless clan boss within theCamorra. And if you are ready he will be your prime target for the next few years. We are talking about a deep cover assignment, and it will not be easy to get close to him. If you can, you will be the first and theGuardia di Finanzawill consider this proof that women do have a place in theArma dei Carabinieri."

"What is his name?" she asked.

The inspector smiled. "Carlo. We call him The ‘Butcher.' I suggest you study his file. He's a nasty bugger. But he has some weaknesses."

Carlo had a menacing presence even when seated. She swallowed a nervous spell when his head tilted and it looked to her as if he peered right through the glass at her. "Can he see me? Us?" she asked.

"He knows we're in here. But no. He won't see you. Not until we want him to."

"I can do this job, sir. I've had training in Interpol. I'm ready," she assured him.

The other men exchanged looks.

"To do whatever it takes?" The inspector asked.

"Whatever it takes," she nodded. She knew they doubted her. Most men did. That was her power. She was prepared to go the distance. Carlo didn't look all that scary to her.

ChapterFive

Big Poppa

Sant'Agnello - Italy

Dominic waited. He worked off his excess energy by pacing. The plan as Mirabella explained it, was to deliver Catalina to Sant'Agnello before sunset. If he arrived a minute later, the surprise would be ruined. Catalina had started to get ready over an hour ago. What could be taking her so long?

"Mannaggia!" Tired of the waiting game he threw up his hands in defeat. He'd go and throw her over his shoulder and put her in the car if he had to. When Dominic turned on his heel, he was stopped by her beauty. Catalina approached with her head down as she fiddled with something in the bottom of her tiny black beaded purse. For the evening his lady had followed his orders and chosen a black dress. But this dress was not something he'd ever seen her in. The mini dress was like a sleeve to her feminine curves and was far shorter than he preferred outside of the bedroom. Her breasts were boosted and jutted up from the bodice that slimmed her waist and dropped agilely to define her curved hips. And her fiery hot red shoes extended her shapely legs and sculpted her calves when she walked. She stopped and looked up at him. Catalina had combed her hair over to the left side of her face and pinned the tresses there under a jeweled black barrette. From her ears, three karat diamond earrings sparkled. And the smoky tint to her makeup around her long-lashed blue eyes bore through him. He melted on the spot.

"It's the only black dress I have that I haven't worn. I'm twenty-three today, Domi! I feel so old,” she grinned. "Do I look it?"

"You look..." he dropped his head and shook it in wonder. "Bellisma," he finally said. "Don't age, don't change. Stay exactly as you are."

"Aww, aren't you sweet," Catalina smiled. She put a hand on her hip and moved her body in the sly sexy way she did when she wanted his attention from across the room. "Can I get a birthday kiss?" She asked and licked her ruby red lips with the tip of her tongue. He walked over to her and took her mouth with savage intensity right then and there. The kiss kindled feelings of fire for him that he felt each time her lips were pressed to his. When she succumbed to his domination, the passion was searing. Catalina dropped her little-beaded purse. She gripped his shoulders and clutched his sleeves as if she needed to hold on to keep standing. Dominic gathered handfuls of her juicy ass in his palms and squeezed both cheeks. He loved this woman, mind, body, and soul. However, there were days when she was so beautiful to him he felt himself crumbling with weakness.

"Okay! That's enough. Domi, stop." She forced him back and held him away while he tried for more kisses. He had no choice but to obey.

"Oh my goodness. I'm so excited!" she giggled. She knelt to pick up her purse. Domi smiled and walked around her. The dress was backless as well. He really liked it. Catalina dug inside her purse to remove her tiny pack of tissues. "Lipstick is all over your mouth and chin." She dabbed at his face with his eyes trained on her breasts. He caressed and squeezed her hips. "It's red, Domi. You have to go upstairs and wash this off."

"I don't care," he pulled her to him."Buon compleanno."

Catalina laughed. She licked her thumb and wiped off more traces of lipstick. "You are so bad, Domi."

"You're so hot!" he said and pinched her.

She blushed for him. Even now he could make her blush. Dominic was no fool. She was every man's dream, and he was damn lucky to have her.

"You make me feel so good. I've been so upset. You are the only person to say those words to me today."

"That you're hot? Come here," he pulled her in.

"No, silly," she said and dropped her arms around his neck. "To say happy birthday. No one has said a word. Marietta didn't even call. And where is everybody? The kids aren't upstairs in their rooms, and I haven't seen Gio all day."

"Shhh, it doesn't matter. I'm the only person who matters. This day is for you and me to celebrate."

She nodded.

"We have reservations. We'll be late. Let's go."

"Domi, seriously, I need to clean your face. Give me just a second. I'll grab a rag."

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