Page 115 of My Mafia King

Or doesn’t mix business with pleasure.

Or has different arrangements for sharing a bed with a woman, like summoning them straight to his suite and them never having the chance to mingle with his crowd.

That would keep things neat and organized.

And that would fit his personality.

He’s quite a riddle, Mr. Damaso Salla.

I get carried away as I remember how good he looks naked in bed.

I bet he was naked under that crisp cotton sheet.

And he didn’t bat a lash when he found me naked in the closet.

We’re keeping it professional so far.

If this qualifies as that.

An hour later, loud voices ring out on the floor.

His eyes flick to the entrance as his men assume positions behind him.

He doesn’t flinch as our mutual acquaintance, the Russian, and his men enter the room.

Damaso cocks an eyebrow at the group without moving from his seat.

The Russian approaches us, and his first words are about me.

“Look who’s here,” he says, taking me in. “This must be my lucky night.”

He looks at Damaso.

“You’re showing her to the world,” he jokes, and his goons laugh on demand like it’s not the most excruciatingly stupid joke I’ve ever heard. “Keep this woman close, and give her a good pat down every night. She surely enjoys them.”

He winks at me, stretching a knowing smile, and I grimace at him, filled with disgust.

Damaso glances at me, and I move away from my gaffe, flashing a neutral expression like him.

He nails it, by the way.

“You wanna sit?” Damaso says, flicking his chin to our gambling table.

The Russian chuckles.

“I’m not that stupid, Salla. You always win. It’s time for me to win some money, too, so I’ll sit over there if you don’t mind,” he mocks.

Damaso looks at him poker-faced, and I almost see his thoughts in his eyes. I don’t know what plans he has with the Russian, but they are not of the good variety.

Salla moves his eyes to Vito, who seems just as skilled at reading his boss’ mind.

“Have some of our people sit at Boris’ table and take Carmina upstairs.”

I stare at him, surprised.

He doesn’t spare a glance in my direction.

“Do it now,” he says quietly, and I sense the tension in his voice.

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