I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at my shoes for a long moment. I tried to calm myself, but ever since I first brought her into my life, I haven’t been able to take a break without feeling like I might explode, might break something, might rip a man’s skull clear off his head.
Sometimes, that feeling’s useful. But right then, I needed clarity, not more anger. Aida could bring that clarity, if only I could slip myself deep between her wet, warm legs and stroke my cock inside her tight cunt before filling her deep with my seed.
But first, she needed to dance. She’d been cooped up in this fucking house for far too long and I knew she was going stir crazy. Besides, I wanted to show her off, wanted to show my soldiers that their Capo had a new girl, a beautiful girl, and they could all feel fucking jealous.
I stood and smiled before heading into the bathroom to fix my suit in the mirror.
16
Aida
I came downstairs in the only pair of black heels I owned. They were old and scuffed, and didn’t look right with the dress, but it didn’t matter. The look in Dante’s eyes when he saw me told me that he didn’t care what shoes I had on, so long as I wore his dress. It sent a thrill through me, and he walked over wearing a slim suit, black jacket and pants with a white shirt and no tie. He sipped from a glass of something brown before slipping a hand along my lower back.
“You look perfect,” he said.
“Thanks.”
He kissed my neck then bit my lip. “Come on. I bet you’re sick of being here.”
“I don’t know. I think I got used to Gino sitting around looking angry all the time.”
“That’s just his face. He’s got resting dick face.”
I laughed and he threw back his drink. He put the glass down on a little side table then took my hand and led me back out the front door. He didn’t bother locking it, and we moved down the front steps, my hand through his arm. A black SUV, identical to all the other cars I’d seen him drive, was parked halfway down the block. He helped me into the passenger side and got into the driver’s side then pulled out and eased toward the city.
“This place is in my territory,” he said. “It’s one of the safest places we can be.”
“But not perfectly safe, right?”
He shrugged. “Right. Vlas has balls on him, I won’t deny it. I can’t assume he won’t try something in my own territory.”
“But you don’t seem afraid.”
“No.” He glanced at me then shook his head. “Not afraid at all.”
I sank back into the leather and bit my lip. I loved the way he looked at me and loved the way I felt in this dress. Even though I’d never dreamed of owning something from a brand like Givenchy, and the dress probably cost more than my whole wardrobe combined, I still couldn’t help myself.
I felt beautiful and desired. This intense, gorgeous mobster wanted me, wanted me badly. He was giving me expensive dresses and making me put them on in front of him, and the thought just drove me wild.
We headed into the city, not talking much. He seemed preoccupied and I didn’t want to press too hard. He found a spot on a packed block and stepped out before coming around to help me down. I held his arm as he led me down the crowded block, lots of young people milling about outside of hipster bars and late-night pizza places. We crossed the street and came across a line of people dressed in club clothes, some of the girls looking bored, some of the guys looking annoyed.
Dante walked past them all and took me straight to the bouncer, a bald guy with a neck thicker than a tree trunk. His eyes lit up when he saw Dante and he stood up off his stool. “Yo, man,” he said.
“What’s up, T?” Dante said, shaking the guy’s hand. “You doing good?”
“Doing great.”
“Good vibe in there?”
“Packed tonight, I hope so.”
“Good man. Hey, let some of those girls back there in. Saw a few hot ones.” Dante snapped his fingers, whistled, and pointed at a group of girls in short dresses. “Ladies, you’re in, let’s go.”
Some guys started to complain but Dante shot them a glare and they shut their mouths. One of them whispered something to the other, and both dudes went silent. I stared as the girls laughed and headed into the club before Dante took my hand.
“Let’s go in,” he said and he tugged me along behind him.
I’d never met someone that could control a line like that before. “Do you own this place?” I asked him.
“No,” he said, laughing. “Although they do pay me.”
“For what?”
“Protection mostly. It’s just good business to put some cash in the local Capo’s pocket, especially a club like this. They send me some money, I make sure my boys patronize them as much as I can. It’s a good situation all around.”
We walked down a short black hall then through another set of doors and into a pulse-pounding club atmosphere.
The place was packed. There were standing tables scattered to the right and a huge bar in the middle of the place with people stacked two deep all around it. Four waitresses ran around filling drink orders. The far left side of the place was one big dance floor with a DJ booth in the middle. The DJ was a white guy in a tank top with headphones on and a MacBook in front of him. He bobbed his head and typed something on the computer before waving his hands in the air.
Dante took my hand and pulled me along. The crowd parted in front of him like butter in front of a hot knife. He slipped up to the bar
