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I suppose a forty-two year old billionaire ers on, woe their bodies for a taste of it Or perhaps she’s the other sort, the ones who just want casual skin on skin contact and then to forget about it the next day

Neither interests me

“I don’t care how good you are,” I tell her firmly “Leave”

“Wow,” she huffs, tossing her head so that her bleached blonde hair falls across her shoulders in strands Her roots showing “I would’ve sucked your dick, you knoould’ve proper deep throated you Your loss”

I laugh gruffly “My loss,” I agree sarcastically

I turn back to the bar as she gets to her feet and walks unsteadily toward the group of men in the corner She see hyenas

Finally, Matteo arrives My second in command is a short man with a shock of coconut hair and a wispy blackhim a hard time on how his hair and mustache don’t match

“Sorry, boss,” he says “Traffic was a bitch”

“We good?” I ask

“With Diego Ro onto the stool next to me

“Yes,” I say

He runs a hand through his hair, his silver rings gripping tightly onto the flesh of his fingers “You knohat that pricks like The bastard won’t quit Keeps saying that the only way to make sure the Romanos and the DeLucas are properly allied is for you to hter”

“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him

“I know,” Matteo says “That’s what I keep telling him”

I glance at thein the reflection as the wo hi if I’ll ever findfor my entire life

“Co Matteo on the back “Let’s go handle business Diego will get over it We run a clean business, no mess, no drama I want to keep it that way”