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Indebted to the Mafia King

Chapter 5 The Man Behind the Curtain

Word Count: 1236    |    Released on: 20/06/2024

l

ng another pitch-black suit, sits Dante. He smiles slightly as

” I

loser. My heart hammer

’t be here,”

e same right to be here tha

s, low and te

e is my club, and everyone knows the Calimeris family—incl

mes back to life. “My family doesn’t belong to anyone. And I d

him again and opens his arms wide.

he wants from me. But I’ve never been good

f I do say so myself.” He holds the

e taste of rotten grapes. But the way Dante looks at me, like he already knows I’

h down my throat. I’m on fire. How was he

in small circles. His hand is warm and calming, but he’s a boss. I

takes a sip and savors it. “If you ever get a taste f

an’t kick me out. I need to go back

ou back. Someone already

dn’t have to get up on the stage like the other girls, but

w much?

“How much d

n. I cross my arms. “Mo

the couch and picks up an envelope laying on the arm. “Fifty g

as to be enough to cover Frank, maybe even enough to get us ahea

for me?” I

n into mine like he’s tryi

he’s the same type of person as Frank Lombardi. If I take

I’ll owe you i

sits on the other sid

eople like you.” I climb unsteadily to my

f I wanted you to owe me, I’d say that. Consider this

perfect teeth, starts to cloud my mind. But

my hands down my dress. “I’ve made my peace with t

iquid. “Then spend the night with

is hardly the worst I imagined. This close, I can see the very beginnings of fine lines around his eyes and mouth. Smile lines.

tainly more money than I’ve ever held before. Maybe enough to get Fra

e money’s for?” He sets h

dress and pull it down. My good funeral

my underwear, matching but plain gray because I didn’t have anything sexier. But somehow, with his gaze on me, it feels different. He st

th, I don’t mind it nearly as much. He rolls his hips up into me, and I grab his shoulders for balance. His suit fe

Dante pushes his tongue into my mouth. I always thought French kissing sounded awful, but he moves in a way t

eleases one of my hips and pulls aw

neo,”

moment, then nods. “

at him

he money, please.” He rolls his hips again, and I feel somethi

feels like an hour, then finally pull my dress and coat on with shaking hands and leav

feel so di

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