Page 73 of Corrupted Pleasure
Davina destroyed their casino? Cost them five hundred grand? That was what the women were doing in Chicago. Gambling!
“You’re not my type,” Basilio retorted dryly, the little prick was getting on my nerves.
“Nor mine. Though your girl on the other hand-” Dante left the sentence unfinished, and I clenched my fists.
“Your arses approach Davina and I’ll slice off both of your dicks,” I growled.
“I’d like to see you try,” Basilio said, his tone aloof even over the phone. The little prick was overconfident.
“I have a few years on you two.” Twenty to be exact. “You two were still shitting in your diapers while I dealt with the Colombians, Russians, and you, fucking Italians.”
“Gosh, I’m feeling loved,” Basilio drawled. “How about you, Dante?”
“So damn loved,” Dante sneered. “Did you send your woman to my casino?”
“Tell me exactly what happened,” I gritted my teeth. I refused to confirm nor deny. Regardless of what the women were up to, they were under my protection.
“Well, she must have pulled the emergency handle, ruined the night’s earnings, and then to top it off, she dumped lavender oil all over my marble floors. The fucking building smells like a spa,” he grumbled. “Not exactly the atmosphere I was going for.”
“Was she alone?” I asked. I knew she wasn’t, yet the two DiLustros haven’t mentioned anyone else.
“The casino was crowded but she stood alone,” Dante answered, his tone even. “Not to worry, old man, she didn’t have another daddy there with her.”
I gritted my teeth. For a few seconds, I debated going to Chicago myself and shooting the motherfucker. My age never bothered me, but for some goddamn reason, when it came to Davina, it did. I shouldn’t fuck with her, yet a corrupted plan formed in my mind. And making her pay me by bending to my will sexually was only a small part of it.
Yeah, there was no chance in hell I’d let her off the hook.
“I want to see proof,” I growled. I wouldn’t put it past the Italians to fucking lie.
“Thought you might ask,” Dante drawled. “The footage is coming your way now.”
My phone dinged the next second and I slid my phone open. A video started playing and sure as fuck. Davina looking hot as fuck in a long dress, swishing a bottle of oil and then running like the devil himself was chasing her. But there was no sign of Wynter, Juliette, nor Ivy.
“I need other angles too,” I demanded. “If she’s at the casino, she has to have played slots or at least a game. Why would she show up there just to dump lavender oil on your precious marble floors?”
“Hold on a second,” Basilio chimed in, then muted the line.
I didn’t like this shit at all. I knew without a doubt those two shitheads were hiding something. But then, it was glaringly obvious that the damn girl squad under my protection was hiding something too.
The beep sounded and Basilio’s voice came on. “Dante is sending you footage from the south and west cameras. The other cameras have confidential information so you won’t be getting that.”
His comment struck me as odd. But my phone dinged and checked the new footage Dante sent. Just as I suspected, Juliette and Ivy were there. I watched as Juliette approached Dante and his blonde brother who ran Philadelphia. A few exchanged words and it sure looked like that little minx was flirting with both of them. Ivy pulled the emergency handle and then Juliette kneed Dante into his balls.
Fucking highlight of the footage.
Though it left a question of where Wynter was. She had to be the one playing the table. Wynter often played cards with my father, even me when I had time. As she got older, she became a strong player.
“What’s the goddamn damage?” I asked, reining in my temper. I couldn’t ask about Wynter and bring attention to her. And I certainly wouldn’t point out Juliette and Ivy. Neither Dante nor Basilio knew who they were. If I hadn’t run into Dante and Gio with Davina, they wouldn’t have known her either.
Goddamn girl squad.
The studies at Yale seemed to have been a waste of money, because the girls turned to fucking crime. The question was why. Did they just wake up one day and decide to start robbing people?
It was time I taught my little thief a lesson. Whatever the fuck Davina had going on, I’d put an end to it before she got herself killed. Before any of the four of them got themselves killed. But Davina was in a peculiar situation because they knew she was connected to me and that made her more vulnerable.
Five minutes later, I was half a million dollars lighter. Lost earnings for two nights and cleaning service for lavender oil. The fuckers probably robbed me.
“No more fucking around,” I muttered to myself as I picked up my cell phone and sent off the message.
