Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
After wondering for far too long if she’s going to prison, I call my buddy, Frank, a detective, who tells me that she was cleared of any wrongdoing. Thank fuck. She’s a lucky girl.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out what she does within her organization. The soft opening to V is tonight, and I’ve got a lot to do, but for the first time ever a woman outweighs everything else in my life. I find her down the street from my club at their strip club DS. I get in, ignoring the strippers, they do nothing for me, and sit in the darkest corner I can find. I light up when she rushes inside. I can’t really believe how much I’m affected by just seeing her.
There seems to be some kind of issue at the club, which I understand all too well, and she cloisters herself in the back.
A few minutes later, a different woman comes back out, looking pissed. I watch her as she goes behind the bar and tosses back a shot of whiskey. Even from here, over the music, I can hear her bitching to the bartender about children running the show and I know she’s talking about my girl, and it pisses me off.
Twenty minutes later, she rushes out of the building with a girl in tow. I take my leave because there is no reason for me to be here with her gone.
I have to pick up my suit for tonight, so I head over there and then back to the club to handle some last-minute details.
“T, you got a sec?” Gordo, my right hand, says as soon as I walk into the club. The booths and tables are being set up and the rest of the room is being steam cleaned.
“There better not be a fucking problem, G.”
“Of course there is. The beer and alcohol distributer says they didn’t get the certified copy of the liquor license.” Being in the city limits, this vendor requires that, I don’t know why, but I’m sure it protects them from liability or some such shit.
“I overnighted it yesterday. They should have it or if they don’t they soon will. Give me the phone.” I take the phone from him. “Hello. Who am I speaking to?”
“Candy.”
“Hey Candy,” I begin, turning on the charm. “Can you help me out? I know you’ll have the document, but we need that truck to open tonight. Is there anything you can do?’
“Get me a spot on your VIP list tonight, and I’ll make it happen,” she says, confidently. Of course. Everybody wants to been seen partying. Club V will be hotspot because of its eighteen and up, no cover charge policy.
“Done. Ms. Candy…?” I trail off, needing her last name.
“Maguire.”
“Maguire. You’re on the list,” I tell her. “See Jocko at the door, he’ll set you up.”
“Thanks. And you can expect that delivery within in the hour.”
“Excellent. Thanks, Candy.”
“You’re welcome. See you later, sugar,” she practically purrs into the phone. She won’t be seeing me, but I’m sure she’ll find someone. I have found Miami to be a city of intrigue and sex, though it’s not advertised like that. Before I was exiled here, I thought Miami was two things only: a city full of retired New Yorkers and a boring beach town famous for its reckless housewives, football, and white bikinis on the beach. I was glad to find out that I was wrong about that. Big time wrong.
“Add Candy Maguire to the VIP list,” I say, tossing his phone back to him. He catches it deftly. “Make her feel special,” I tell him.
“Will do, Boss.”
After I get through tonight, I am going to set my sights on Ana fully.
She’s mine, no matter what I have to do to make that happen.
I’d
FIVE
ANA
My daydream is a wonderful place to be right now. I am transported to another time. One where I am not a mafia princess, and I can be with a man like Ticiano. What! Be with him? What the hell has gotten into me? He did. I am so stuck in this place in my mind that I don’t realize anyone has walked in until I hear a disappointed voice. “Are you fucking kidding me, Ana?” Shit. I assumed it would be Aurora coming to get me, but to my detriment, it is Giulia. The big boss. Well hell. Her eyes are shooting daggers at me right now. If I wasn’t already feeling like shit for getting caught, her gaze would be the death of me. “Are you going to say anything?” Finally I look up and her face guts me. It is not anger. It is disappointment which is worse. “What were you thinking, Ana?” I have a feeling that is going to be the overwhelming theme for a minute.