Page 18 of Inspiring Dominic

SAMARA

The journalist in me was so giddy to be meeting an infamous Crowne, royalty in the streets of Chicago and every reporter’s dream story subject.

“I’ve always wanted to do a cover piece on your family,” I told him.

“I know,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “Samara Alonso, a journalist who goes by the name of Sam Stevens. Originally from the Southside suburbs of Chicago.”

I blinked, glancing around the room. “Uh, put all my business out there then.”

“Luca and Ice are with me, and I assume Trustfund already knows.”

I raised an eyebrow at Dom. “Trustfund?”

Dom shrugged, catching a shirt that Ice tossed his way. “I did security work for Jackie D before I moved up in rank with the company.”

I nodded, my eyes widening as Dom put on the shirt because it finally hit me that we had sex with everyone watching. When I thought our life was in jeopardy, I’d been thinking how sad it would be to die without sampling the dick that stayed on my mind constantly. Although I didn’t regret anything, it made me feel a little better when Dominic placed a protective arm around my waist.

“Don’t worry,” the security guard, Ice, said. “We didn’t see much.”

“My men think I’m into some freaky shit, so I had to keep it up for appearance’s sake,” Luca explained. “It was entertaining though.”

“Seems like there could have been another way to keep up appearances,” Dom suggested, shooting Luca a disapproving look before.

“He’s a sick muthafucka,” Jackie D chimed in. “We’re working on it.”

“What I do?” Luca asked. “I can’t be the only one who enjoyed the show.”

I mentally slapped my forehead.Kill me now.

“Is Julio really your father?” I asked, getting back to the reason we came to this Havana nightclub in the first place.

Luca nodded. “He is.”

“And you’re aware of his business dealings with Lanson?”

“Of course, but he’s still my father. He owns the banks in Cuba, but Lanson is the real criminal here. I’ve got a mole in my crew. Someone’s working with Lanson and my father is getting old and relaxed in his judgement, associating with muthafucka’s who don’t follow no damn business code.”

“If you knew who we were when we arrived at the club, why not just ask us to come up here and talk?” Dom asked.

Luca raised his hands. “Hey, man, you ain’t have to fuck your girl. I thought you’d go in there and mess around a little, then when you came out, I was gonna have to pretend like it was what I had in mind.”

That was the plan.I wouldn’t admit it now, but there was something pretty … exhilarating about having Dom fuck me, knowing others were watching. Not our smartest decision, but nothing about our time together seemed normal at this point.

“What do we do now?” I asked Jackie D since he seemed to be in charge.

“You drop it,” he stated. “The Crownes have it under control.”

Dom shook his head. “Nah, the Prescotts are involved with this too since he’s our Security Director.”

“It’s bigger than your family,” Luca stated. “My advice is to wait until Lanson settles his business here in Cuba, and then Prescott fires him and breaks all ties. Anything before might jeopardize what we have to do on our end.”

Dom looked to Jackie D, who nodded in confirmation.

“We got this from this point,” Jackie D clarified. “Trust me, you don’t want the Prescotts involved.”

“I still have a job I was hired for,” I reminded. “If I’m not investigating Robert Lanson, then I need to have something good for those who hired me expecting a story.”

“Do it on us,” Dom suggested. “If shit goes south, my family will need the good publicity, especially after the previous articles you’ve written about us already.”

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