Page 73 of My Mafia King

“Is there anything in particular that the VIP guests need?” I murmur.

Let’s be honest… I was ready to do anything when I came here––I was that desperate––but now that I’m here, and this seems such a great opportunity, I’d rather not be dancing naked for a client if I could.

He slides his pen inside his jacket and gives me a small smile.

“These clients always want special things. That’s a given. They want to be pampered and feel powerful. These ones, in particular, like to enjoy life in every aspect of it. You won’t take care of those needs,” he says, and I surreptitiously let out a sigh of relief. “Okay,” he says, pushing his chair back and rising to his feet. We have a training session today at ten. That’s an hour from now,” he says, checking his watch. “Someone will be with you shortly to give you the paperwork you need to fill out. Oh… There’s also a non-disclosure agreement you need to sign. It’s standard for all the employees. Other than that, welcome on board,” he says before shaking hands with me.

Moments later, he walks out of the office while a woman saunters in.

She asks me if I want coffee or water.

I say no to both.

I haven’t had breakfast because I was too nervous to put anything into my mouth this morning, and this won’t do much for me.

Then, she goes over the paperwork with me.

I still can’t believe that this is happening to me.

13

DAMASO

Later that day

I roundthe corner and enter the largest gambling room in the back of the casino.

The place is packed, the crowd is loud, and the money flows. I signal to Vito to follow me, and we walk down the corridor and enter one of the chambers.

My eyes fly to the screens.

“How many do we have?”

He crashes into a chair while I round the desk, claim my own seat, and check out the livestreams.

“About twenty.”

I lift my eyes and lock his gaze.

“Any problems so far?” I ask.

“No. They behave. Boris will be here tonight.”

It’s not the first time the Russians have paid us a visit.

We don’t mix business with pleasure and mostly cut deals and try to get along.

I don’t mind them in my casino.

They are big spenders and like our women.

They are too flashy for my taste, but I don’t care about that part and have no problem taking their money.

The business we discuss has mostly to do with staying out of each other’s territories. Once in a while, some clean-up is needed in the aftermath of a mafia war.

As I said before, we tolerate each other for the common good, but I won’t be in business with them any time soon.

I don’t trust these motherfuckers. So now they are here, spending money and being obnoxious and loud.

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