Page 46 of Devious
“Be ready by eight tonight, we’re going to a gala.”
“What gala?”
“The owners of the American Billionaire Club are hosting it.”
They are billionaires and kind of like the mafia, but rule over the world. They have their own set of rules and their own justice system, and they own a gentleman’s club for the elite. They’re more powerful than the mafia, in my opinion. You can only be a part of their club by invitation only. I’m assuming Devious is part of it. To be a part of the club, you have to pay an insane amount of money, and be a man, of course. Most men would give up their firstborn to be a part of their elite and high society.
“I had no idea you were a member.”
He nods. “I am, but I usually don’t attend their events. I went to North Haven University and became friends with one of the members. I helped him get out of a sticky situation when we were in college.”
I would ask him to elaborate but it’s not any of my business.
“Oh.”
“I’m late for work.” He leans down, kisses my forehead, and leaves the bedroom.
I feel relief he’s not using me. I thought after he got what he wanted, he would keep his distance and do his hot-and-cold behavior.
There is a knock at the door, and Max comes inside, moving my clothes into the closet, then he exits the room.
I lie back in the bed, excited to get out of this mansion and attend a social event without feeling like a hostage. I want to go ahead and pick out my gown, so I stroll into the walk-in closet.
Devious
Itake Roselyn’s hand as she steps out of the limo. She looks stunning in the ruby earrings that I gave her. Her gown is snug, showing off her curves, and this time I made sure she wore her fuck-me heels. I want to peel this dress off and fuck her until her pussy is sore.
Two bodyguards walk in front of us, another two behind us, and two more stroll beside us. We stride into the ballroom, and Roselyn scans the décor. The tables are covered with a white cloth, and fresh flowers sit in the center. People dance in the middle of the white tile floor to soft jazz music. The other four dons are here with theirfamiglias, and their guards are here too. The mayor and CEOs and politicians are also in attendance. I look up and see all four owners of the American Billionaire Club standing to the side with their wives, watching the crowd. Too many powerful people are under the same roof, so security is tight. The women are gathered in the corner speaking, and the men are on the other side of the room. The waitresses and waiters, dressed in black uniforms, offer finger foods and champagne.
The don of the Barbierifamiglia, Marcello, greets us. He takes Roselyn’s hand and lifts it to his mouth. I slap his hand.
“Get your own wife to kiss,” I say.
He chuckles. “It’s nice to see you again, Devious. Where will you be sitting?”
I point to the table in front of the live band. “Next to Ajello’sfamiglia.”
Like me, Marcello is the youngest don of hisfamiglia. He’s twenty-seven and looking for a wife to marry. He flips a coin between his calloused fingers, his brown eyes glued to Roselyn. “You have a sister?” he asks her.
“Nope, why?” Roselyn answers.
“I’m in dying need of a wife,” he shoots back.
“You’re a don. You can have any woman you want.”
“It’s not easy.”
“It was easy for Devious.”
That sounded like shade, but it isn’t.
“My rules on marriage are different than yourfamiglia’s,” he responds to Roselyn. To me, Marcello says, “We need to speak about our peace treaty. It’s getting around the time to renew it.”
To maintain the peace treaty, we have one of our women marry a high-ranking member of the otherfamigliato show we want peace.
“I’ll give you a call,” I say.
“We’ll catch up soon.” He pats my arm and walks away.
