Page 56 of Demanding Mob Boss

Connor looks nonplussed when he realizes Anna is coming with us. Arlo rides shotgun while my cousin drives. Lachlan isn't coming because he's in a meeting with an arms dealer. We're increasing inventory in our armory because of these Kicks Bandidos bastards.

Anna and I sit in the backseat of my armored SUV. Normally, for a meeting like this, I would have driven myself in my favorite vehicle, a sleek black sports car that goes zero to sixty in 2.9 seconds.

However, with Anna along, I want extra security. Her safety is paramount.

We're nearly to our destination when Anna blurts out, "Do you use the escorts?"

"Use?" I ask, amused.

"You know. Do you have sex with them?" she asks baldly.

I shut the privacy window between the front and the backseats before I answer. "I have. Though it is just as easy to get a blow job from one of our dancers as it is to book a session with one of the mob's sex workers."

Anna starts tapping her fingernails together. I know this means she's agitated.

"I have not let another woman suck my cock since I met you, Anna."

Her gaze meets mine, turbulence making her violet eyes dark. "Is that what you do? Oral?"

"That has been my preference." Right now, I would give up daily blow jobs to have her offer me her tits again and watch her sink into ecstasy.

"Are you going to get a blow job at your meeting?"

"No."

She's still looking at me as if she's trying to read my mind.

I add, "It's mob business, not personal."

"Do you audition new dancers or sex workers?" she asks.

Her mind. It's fast and goes places I don't expect.

"No. I'm the boss. Those businesses are overseen by other men. The dancers audition, but our sex workers don't get auditioned, they get interviewed."

"Just like any other job?"

"Yes."

"But it's an illegal one."

"A lot of things are illegal, but people do them anyway." People outside the life break laws all the time.

That's why speeding tickets are so lucrative for local and state governments. People cheat on their taxes, beat their spouses and children, and break other laws daily, but don't consider themselves criminals. In the mob we know we're criminals, but we have a code we live by.

It's a harsher code than government laws. Abuse and rape carry a death sentence in the Doyle & Byrne mob, but stealing is a way of life. Depending on who you steal from. Steal from me or our businesses and the punishment is fast and brutal. Steal to build our organization and promotion within the ranks could be the result.

"What happens if one of your sex workers gets arrested?"

"We have excellent attorneys on our payroll."

"And you use them to protect your people?"

"Yes." It's a cost of doing business when your business isn't always on the up and up.

"That's good."

I shrug. Good and bad are relative. I don't think of my actions in those terms. I do what I need to as mob boss to protect and grow my organization.

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