Blood Money (Marchesi Loan Sharks #1) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Marchesi Loan Sharks Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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I struggled until I realized my captor was Val.

“What the fuck?” the man yelled.

I grabbed Val’s arm when he set me on my feet. “What are you doing?”

“No lap dances. Not for you.”

“I paid for that,” my customer yelled. He was the same man I’d seen at my building and at Benny’s. I wasn’t really angry at Val for stopping things. The man gave me the creeps, and it couldn’t be a coincidence that he was here now.

Val snarled at him. “What you paid for is not for sale.”

The man stood, clearly ready to fight, but his friends pulled him back. One of them shook him saying, “Don’t you know who that is?”

Val pulled a hundred from his pocket and tossed it at the man. “There’s a refund.” He took my arm and began to drag me away.

“I’m supposed to go on stage again in a little while.”

“We have to talk first. There are some ground rules you clearly don’t understand.”

I wanted to argue with him, but we were in the middle of the crowd. We’d already made a scene and negative attention was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want any of the other customers thinking I wasn’t available. Whatever Val said, I would argue with it because I was here to earn money, and I needed to do that as fast as I possibly could. That meant giving lap dances and other private services.

Val took me to Trevor’s office and slammed the door behind us. I was shocked that Trevor wasn’t sitting at his desk, I’d yet to see him anywhere else in the club.

Val glared at me. “You’re not allowed to do anything but dance. I thought that was clear.”

“I was dancing.” I knew I shouldn’t argue with him, but he’d brought me here to earn money and I was going to do that as fast as I could.

“I told you, no one here touches you.” He took a step toward me, and I forced myself to stand my ground.

“He wasn’t touching me.”

Val narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want you touching them either.”

“How am I supposed to earn the money to pay you back if I can’t provide private services?”

He just growled. “I don’t want them that close to you. I don’t even want them….”

“Don’t want them…what? Looking at me?”

“Lap dances are out.”

I forgot to be afraid of him. What was the point in being compliant if I was never going to be able to pay off my loan. “Why did you agree to me working off my debt if you were just going to make it impossible for me?”

Val slammed his fist against the wall, making me jump. “You can earn your money by dancing.”

I held his gaze despite the way my heart was pounding. “Lap dancing is dancing.”

“No, it’s fucking not. You stay up on that stage, or we’re going to have to find another way for you to pay your debt.”

“I offered another way, and you turned me down.”

I barely processed him moving before he had me shoved up against the wall, arms pinned above my head, his hands gripping my wrists so hard I thought he might break them.

I sucked in a breath when the door opened, and Trevor stepped in. “Don’t damage the merchandise. He’s going to bring in lots of money.”

“Get out. Now,” Val roared.

“Piss off. It’s my office.”

“It’s my club.”

Trevor casually leaned against his desk. “What are you going to do? Run to daddy about it?”

Val shifted his grip, clasping both of my wrists in one hand as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Trevor’s face.

Trevor didn’t look fazed. “Lock the door next time if you want privacy. Jesus.”

“I said get out.”

Trevor held up his hands in surrender. “Shit Val. What’s got you so on edge lately?” Clearly not expecting an answer, Trevor walked out, closing the door behind him.

Val stuck the gun back into his waistband and turned to face me, using his free hand to brace himself against the wall.

“You’re the one who owes me money you can’t repay. I don’t have to make this little trade. I could treat you the way I do most of our clients who miss their deadlines.”

Don’t let him see how scared you are. “Are you going to hit me? Or are you going to torture me? That’s not going to get you your money either. This is the best chance for both of us to get what we want.”

He leaned against me, pinning me with his body. “Do you want those assholes out there touching you? Do you want their hands on you? Do you want them using you?”

I just stared at him, knowing he felt me trembling. I wasn’t really hiding my fear at all.

A moment later, he let go of my wrists, pushed off the wall, and ran a hand through his hair as he began pacing the room.


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