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I ignore his question "Max Costello is fighting at fight night Saturday…"

Before I get to finish he interrupts with a huff, "What of it brother?"

"Well I've got it on good authority that a certain blonde will be in attendance as medical stand-by for the Irish. Care to make it interesting?" I know he'll take the bait.

"How do you know this brother, where are you?" He ask, superiority leaking from him.

"I've been watching Topolino. She all but told me that she'll be there," I say casually.

"Fucksake Cole, leave her alone now. I'll be fighting that Irish cunt on Saturday and beating him for being anywhere near her. Don't you dare stand in my way or I swear it brother, you will be next in line. I've already told you she's mine!" he says aggressively.

I laugh, he doesn't get it, she'll be ours not his or mine or Lincs. She's perfect for all of us, he just needs to learn the share. "Brother, let's not argue. You don't get to decide who she picks, she does." With that I hang up on him before he tries to tell me differently. As soon as I get to my bike, I put my helmet on and speed off to Salvatore Cucina.

Pulling up in the empty space outside, I make my way into the restaurant. It's busy here tonight. I head out to the back to find Benji. "How's business tonight, Benji?" I ask once I locate him in the kitchen.

"Boss, it's going great. Crazy busy tonight." He replies, watching over the kitchen to make sure all is in order.

I nod, "And what about our extracurricular activities? How's that coming along?"

"All packed and in transit to the sellers, money has been transferred," he tells me confidently.

"Good work, Benji." I slap him on the back, "Can I get some food to go? Enough for me and my boys. I'll go have a drink in my office, come get me when it's ready," I say to the chef Giovanni. He nods.

I make my way to my office and pour myself a whiskey. As I take a sip and feel the warmth slip down my throat, I'm brought to thoughts of Lucille and how her lips melted against mine tonight. It was heaven and I can't wait to do it again. A knock at my door disturbs me from my thoughts. "Come in!" I yell.

It's Benji, "Here you go Boss, food is ready. Do you want me to lock up tonight or are we expecting another batch?" he asks.

"No batch being delivered tonight Benji, lock up as usual. I'll be back early tomorrow morning to open up," he nods and leaves. I down the rest of my whiskey and make my way out. I pack the food into the paniers of the bike and speed away feeling free as a bird as the wind whips around me.

Chapter 15

Lincoln

It's been a long fucking week since Silas returned to reclaim his rightful place on the throne. If I had to deal with Cole for much longer, I'm not sure who would have ended up with a bullet in their head first. Him or myself, and it would have been me who pulled the trigger on both. I love the boy but Jesus, is he annoying. On the other hand, to say I'm looking forward to Saturday night's fight night is a gross understatement. I haven't been able to get Lucille Holland out of my head since our interaction in the park. As much as it pains me to admit it, it proves that Cole was right, she is something special and my men have been unable to uncover any more about her past life or any information on what her relationship is with Max Costello and that vexes me profusely.

I crack my knuckles and stretch out the tension pulling at my back as I sit in my office chair, watching closely over the live stream CCTV from the casino above. My dick instantly begins to throb at the memory of Lucille walking away from me. Her curvaceous ass swaying as she went. I groan in indignation and with the frustration becoming almost palpable I slam my fists into my desk hoping that it would somehow make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

A moment later, Felix swings his head around the corner from the adjoining room. "You okay Boss?" he asks, I can hear his concern laced in the question.

"I need a smoke," is all I reply as I stand up knocking the chair over behind me. "Watch the floor, I'll be back shortly," I command as I leave the room and make my way through the basement corridors leading up towards the casino's main floor.

Passing through the high-tech security door, I enter the vast space before me. It really is a grand sight, the extensive beauty it beholds leaves me breathless every time I step inside. With ginormous golden columns surrounding the perimeter, plush red carpets lining the floors, a huge marble topped bar with a designated stage for live act nights, several large olive trees potted around the room and a built in koi pond running through the center with a foot bridge and waterfall. The entire building oozes expense and I love it. Each section is decorated perfectly down to the last little detail. Slot machines, poker tables and lush velvet seating areas and finally a grand marble staircase that cuts through the trees leading up to the private members lounges on the upper floor. I suck in a deep breath and look out over my kingdom with a grin pulling at my lips. The casino itself, Casino Della Vittoria, was named after my mother, Victoria, and it means Casino of Victory. She was a beautiful woman and to see this, what I have built from the ground up, she would be so proud.

But the happy moment passes as quickly as it materialized and I now need more than just a cigarette to satisfy the aching beast within. Making my way up the staircase towards the private lounge on the upper floor, I head straight for the back room knowing full well that Mercedes, one of the regulars that works both here at the casino and at Silas’ club, is on the books for tonight’s private hire. I know she's already arrived as I clocked her entering about half an hour ago through the back entrance on the CCTV. I don't usually like to fuck where I put my money but tonight I'll make an exception. Not feeling it necessary to knock, I open the door to the dressing room, marked for staff only, to find her already half naked, tits on full display, curling her hair in front of the mirror. "Hey sugar," she purrs as soon as she notices me through the reflection.

"Come here," I order, flicking the latch on the door as I close it behind me. I notice her face light up almost instantly as she puts down her curling iron and skips over to me, biting at her bottom lip, her full, plump tits bouncing with each little bound.

As soon as she stands before me, I fist my hand into her hair and snap her head back so she's looking up at me. "Do not speak." I spit before spinning on my heels and slamming her back against the door behind. A playful grin shaping her lips as she reaches for my jacket. The bitch likes to be dominated and bossed around, that's why she’s so popular with the punters.

"Hands," I warn her, pushing her arms away. I step back and look at her as I begin to undo my tie, raking my eyes head to toe over her body. She's hot with a pretty good rack but nothing compared to the little blonde bombshell dancing in my mind. "Touch yourself," I order as I continue to remove my shirt and trousers, slipping my belt from my waistband. I watch with hooded eyes as Mercedes slips her thong down over her slender thighs, sucks at her fingers then slowly trails them down the length of her body towards her pussy. A low moan escapes her as she pushes her fingers deep inside of her entrance. Removing her fingers, now moistened with her own juices she circles her clit, bringing her free hand up towards her breast as she tweaks her nipple between her fingertips. My erection strains at the band of my boxer shorts before I pull them down, releasing it and wrapping my hand around the length, I begin to slowly pump. Mercedes’ gaze darts down towards my cock and her eyes glaze over with lust, pulling her lip between her bottom teeth she moans again and reinserts her fingers deep into her now swollen cunt.

"Here!" I order. Mercedes steps forward immediately, her tongue darting out over her lips like a hungry wolf ready to devour its dinner. "Give me your wrists," I order, my voice hard and commanding. She holds her wrists together in front of me, the excitement radiating from her naked body as I slip my tie around both wrists binding them tightly together. She looks up at me with greedy eyes and in one swift movement I turn her around and bend her over, baring her ass and pussy to me all in one. I suck in a breath as I stroke myself, my cock desperate for its release, but first I need to extinguish the frustration. Reaching for my belt, I position myself behind Mercedes before folding the leather in half and whipping it straight across her bare ass cheeks. I hear her gasp at the initial bite then bring it down again, the full force of my fury behind it. Again and again, her moans goading me on until I'm panting, and Mercedes' ass is red and raw before me. Unable to hold myself back any longer I rip open a condom kept in the side dresser and slide the latex sheath over my bulging hard on.

Without wasting any more time, I slam into her, her pussy dripping with her satisfaction, my hands hold firm on her hips as I dig my nails into her skin, making sure to leave my mark, pounding my cock mercilessly into her eagerly accepting core. Rasped screams escape her lips, and I fist my fingers through her hair once more bringing her face to meet mine in the reflection of the mirror. Her face now contorted in pleasure, pain and something else. I fuck her hard and fast, quelling the beast within, my face a greedy snarl. This is what I needed, but not with who I needed it. Her emerald eyes flash before me, her long blonde hair I’d like to have wrapped around my wrist instead. My body constricts as I reach my climax, a flourishing thought of my cock inside of her tight little pussy is my undoing. I throw my head back on my release slamming forwards one last time. “Fuck, Lucille!” I groan as I fill up the condom with my cum and collapse forward against Mercedes’ back.

I glance forward, the look on Mercedes’ face as I straighten myself up and pull out my still raging cock from between her legs is livid. Anger and humiliation coursing through her eyes as I throw the condom into the bin in the corner and pull on my boxers. She turns to me and holds her still bound wrists in front of me, Silently asking for her release, unable to look me in the face. I reach down and untie her before tipping her head to face me, with my finger and thumb gripping her chin firmly in place. “Don’t be sour, sugar. It’s nothing personal.” I lean forward and place a kiss on her cheek causing her to tut loudly in disgust and pull away from me. I continue to dress myself, all the while noticing Mercedes scowling at me through the mirror while she tries to re tame her just fucked hair. I smile to myself, knowing how much I’ve just gotten under her skin, and although I’m now feeling partly satisfied, I need the real deal and I need it soon. I need Lucille Holland on her knees and gagging on my cock. Fuck Cole for being right.

I finish putting my clothes back on and pulling my jacket over my shoulders, I walk out of the room without another word, heading straight to the bar. “Whiskey on the rocks please Dan,” I order as soon as I get there, throwing the drink back in one as soon as it's handed over. I welcome the familiar burn as it makes its way down to the pit of my stomach. “Another,” I say, slamming the glass onto the marble bar top.

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