“What?”

The surprise widening her eyes makes me want to laugh. If she could only see inside my fucked-up head.

I palm her flat stomach, loving the way her skin shivers under my touch, and curl my fingers over her mound. The slickness of her cunt clings to my skin, and excitement burns through my veins.

This girl has a gorgeous body. Way better than all my recent lays, and she’s hot for me. Of course she is. She hasn’t gotten laid in years. I can’t in good conscience let her leave my apartment without her being thoroughly fucked.

She yelps as I lift her off the couch. “What do you mean?”

“Stop talking.”

I bring her to my bedroom, my cock stirring back to life as I think about the box of toys in my closet. Then I roughly drop her onto my mattress. She falls down with a loud bump, and I enjoy the view of her tits bouncing on her chest. Her high, arched eyebrows narrow dangerously at me. So the princess isn’t used to being talked down to? Too fucking bad.

Control just isn’t something I give up easily. I take it from people all the time, but this broad was hot enough to wrestle it out of me. I fuck girls all the time, and I never come inside one without a condom.

Talk about Russian roulette.

Maya did that to me.

I take her delicate throat in my hand. “I told you I would make you mine tonight. I don’t want to hear you talk, unless it’s to ask me permission for something.”

Laughter dances over her dark eyes.

I’m going to fuck the pride right out of you.

“I’ve got you pinned down. You’re not used to taking a man’s orders.”

“You’re damn straight.”

Heat flashes over my face as I glare at her. “I told you to shut the fuck up.”

My words slap her across the face. A beautiful red pricks her already flushed cheeks, but she stays silent. Finally.

“I’m not your daddy. I won’t let you walk over me.” I take her shoulders in my hands and push them back so that she lies flat on the bed, her hair splayed behind her. Her vein jumps in her neck and I bend over her, my lips touching her ear. “Give me the respect I deserve, and I’ll make you come over and over again. Don’t listen to me, and I’ll throw your ass out.”

I have to remind myself that it’s not entirely her fault. She doesn’t know who I am yet.

Maya’s pink mouth parts slightly. She looks as though she wants to speak, but she doesn’t dare piss me off. Good, it’s working already. There’s nothing but the sound of her quick breaths in my bedroom. I don’t know if I could handle it if she walked out on me, because I’m not satisfied. Not in the least.

Her mouth twists in anger, but I place a finger over her swollen lips to silence her.

“Don’t. Accept the fact that you don’t know me. This is how it’s going to be.”

She sucks in her lip and bites down hard as she thinks it over in her head. I see the struggle behind those proud eyes. She wants to fuck me, but her pride won’t let her.

Then finally she swallows. “Okay.”

There’s a slight edge in her voice that I don’t like to hear. As boss, I’m always on the lookout for any hint of defiance in my men. I’m always searching for the one who will challenge me, so that I can crush him. Mock execution. Most of the time, it’s just a bullet between the eyes. I like to send the message that I don’t fuck around. Second chances? Fuck that. You get one chance with me.

Smiling, I turn my back on her and enter my closet, looking for the stash of toys I rarely get to use on the women I bring home. This one’s different. She’s desperate for cock. She’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want.

I pick out a nice leather blindfold dyed in a wine-red color and curl it around my hands. She glances at the blindfold around my hand and tries to look unconcerned, but her hands tighten over the comforter.

“Sit up.”

She obeys quickly, her dark eyes flicking to the blindfold and then to my face. Blood rushes to my hands as I touch her neck, feeling her fluttering heartbeat. The blindfold wraps around her eyes in a tight embrace, and I slide the strap through the buckle until it’s snug. She can’t see a fucking thing.

I touch her shoulder, and she jumps a little. It gets my blood going like you wouldn’t believe. She doesn’t expect where I’m going to touch her, and her head lifts, her lips searching for me. I trace my finger around those beautiful lips.

“I told you I’d make you mine tonight,” I say, pinching that succulent bottom lip. “I meant it. Just one night as my fuck toy, and then you go back to Daddy.”

Her lips tremble as I take my hands away, and then I grab her wrists, tugging them. She follows the pressure unsteadily, standing up from the bed. Her brown hair swings wildly as she stumbles forward into my chest. She inhales a small gasp, and the pink blush spreading over her cheeks makes my dick hard enough smash diamonds.

“Hands behind your head.”

She tentatively raises her hands, a question forming on her lips that she swallows.

A smile tightens my face.

Good girl.

Her tits look amazing with her hands behind her head. They stick out like two perfect orbs, her nipples already hard. I watch as the breath catches in her throat when I take one of those nipples in my forefinger and thumb and pinch hard. Fucking beautiful. I love the way she gasps and bites her lips. Then I lower my head and take that hard bud in my mouth.

The sharp sound of her gasp cuts the air. I love watching her reaction. It gets me so fucking hard. Her nipple hardens around my tongue and I move it in slow circles. Then I pull back and blow air over her wet skin. I do the same to the other one, taking more of her tit in my mouth, sucking hard over the creamy skin so that a bright, red mark burns on her skin. The blood pounding through my cock makes the ache almost painful.

My power over her is like a heady, seductive scent. It makes me feel drunk, makes my veins run with fire. I say, “Jump,” and she obeys. I crave that kind of control. Fucking need it. But I need this even more.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, turning her trembling body around.

“Kneel.”

My command rolls over her body like silk. Maya’s thighs tremble. “Why?”

I reach around her legs to rip my hand across her gorgeous ass, the sound cracking through the room. Maya jumps and moves her hands down her head. Anger rustles in my chest, and I slap that ass a little harder so that she shrieks.

“I told you to keep your hands behind your head.”

Her chest pulses for a few seconds as she stands there, humiliated but unsure. Then they rise back behind her head.

That’s better.

I can’t help but stroke the red burn blossoming on her ass. An obedient girl deserves a reward, right? I take her hips, and she follows my pressure, kneeling with her tits sticking out.

Fuck, I could make myself come with the sight of her sitting there, her legs tightly pressed together as if to hide her arousal. I wind my fingers through her hair and I pull her head forward. She follows blindly, right into my lap. Then the warm head of my cock brushes over her lips.

“Suck my cock.”

Her tongue darts out in an experimental taste. Fuck, her little tongue just wets my cock, and I push myself between her lips. It feels incredible. So smooth, warm, and moist. She might be a daddy’s girl, but she’s a champ at sucking cock.

She works her mouth, bobbing her head with her hands behind her. Her slick tongue works magic on my prick, rubbing the underside and making me jump in her mouth. My breathing quickens. Heart pounds. I can’t think about anything except the noise she makes when she moves her sloppy mouth up and down me. It makes me feel as though she’s in control.

Has she been fucking with me this entire time? I pegged her as some kind of uptight broad with an asshole for a father, but the vigorousness of her mouth—fuck—I didn’t expect this.

“Tell me how it feels to have me balls deep in your mouth. Go on, give your mouth a break.”

I pop out of her mouth, but not before she gives my head a kiss with tongue. Wetness gleams from her lips, and it’s a sexy sight.

“It feels nice.”

She says it in a shrugging tone, and I pinch her chin. “You feel how hard I am?”

“Yeah.”

That fucking grin.

“How is it that a girl who hasn’t gotten laid in years can suck cock like that?”

Her shoulder lifts in a shrug. “I watch a lot of porn.”

A girl that watches porn. Dirty. I always aimed for traditional girls. I fucked sluts to get my rocks off, and dated girls who were good candidates for marriage. Traditional Italian women. The girls I dated would’ve never been into porn. Karen called it “disgusting.”

It makes me realize that I can’t go much longer without fucking this broad.

“Up.”

We switch places; I gently lead her to the bed so that she’s lying down. She drops down cautiously, still blind, flinching when I touch her legs.

I promised her I would make her come with my tongue, and I intend to keep that promise. My hand slaps her inner thighs, and she bends her knees and spreads them apart, only parting them about an inch.

“Spread your legs.”

“I—it’s—”

It’s wrong. It’s dirty. I don’t care what she’s about to say.

“Do it.” My voice cuts hers off, louder than ever. She spreads her legs as if she’s fucking hiding drugs in there, and then I just take her knees and roughly pull her apart.

Her gleaming pussy calls to me like a Siren’s song. I fucked her already, but I’ve forgotten what it felt like. I can’t imagine it, and my dick is driving me crazy trying to remember. She inhales sharply as I kiss her inner thigh, leading a trail right to her swollen cunt. Maya throws her head back when I kiss her outer lips.

My laughter hits her face like a slap. She burns.

“Maddon, so that’s it, huh? That’s your sweet spot.”

“Please, Johnny.” Maya arches her back as I reach all the way back with my tongue and lick her, swimming in her musk. She screams to the ceiling, and my heart rams against my chest.

“I told you what I’d do to you.”

She makes a desperate sound as I close my mouth over her sweet pussy, sucking hard and flicking my tongue inside her to feel her squeeze.

Maya fucking loves it. She forgets all about staying quiet and obeying me. Her legs wrap around my head, and then I sink my tongue inside that cunt as far as it’ll go.

Her screams lift to the ceiling as if I’m killing her.

“No!” she screams, face flushed. “I can’t—I don’t wanna—”

“You don’t want to come?”

“It—it makes me lose control. I need to feel—oh!”

“That’s exactly what I want, baby. I want you to fall to your knees and beg me to fuck you.”

She clenches her teeth. “I don’t beg.”

Stubborn bitch.

I curl my fingers inside that slick pussy, watching her eat her own words as she fists the sheets and cries out to the ceiling.

“You’re begging right now.”

But I still need to hear her say it.

My tongue swirls around her clit, nudging that little nub as I put my face between her thighs and lick her pussy for all I’m worth. She arches into me, pressing her body into my lips. Then I pull back, leaving her panting.

“What are you doing?”

Giving you a taste of your own medicine.

I smile against her pussy, giving her thigh a harsh slap as I kiss her clit, thrusting my fingers inside her. I wait until her breathing reaches a crescendo and then I pull back. It’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.

She lifts her head and looks at me like I’m a god. I am a god compared to the men she’s been with.

“Just do it already.”

“Yeah?” The need in her voice gives me a high. This beautiful girl wants me so badly that she’s ready to beg for it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not done eating my fill.”

My mouth smothers her steaming cunt, and she locks her knees around my head and screams. I mean, the bitch sounds like she’s being murdered in my apartment. Her pussy juice slides in my mouth, and I fuck her hard with my fingers.

Then her legs rub against my face, and I turn my mouth to kiss her calf. And it hits me. The memory of having those silky legs sliding in my hands in the office. Wanting to fuck the shit out of her.

Then I can’t take it anymore.

I flip her around by the waist and nearly drive into her when I see her bent over on all fours, her ass high in the air for me. I grab a fist of her hair and yank hard, forcing her to arch back. She tenses when she feels my thighs pressing against hers.

My cock is flat against her ass, pressing into her like a gun. My prize is so fucking close. Instead, I smack her ass. Hard.

“You know what I think? I think you like this shit.”

“I—”

“Any normal girl would’ve walked the fuck out.”

She doesn’t know who the hell I am. If she knew I was boss, she’d be on all fours, sucking my cock until I said, “Thank you.” Fuck that. I want to take her submission.

The blood rushes to her skin as my palm cracks over her skin.

“You want to be dominated by a real man, don’t you?”

I loop my hand around her hair and tug it hard, forcing her head back. Then I run my lips over her ear.

“I just want to get laid.”

“Why pick me out of all the guys there?” I hiss against her ear. “Why go to all that fucking trouble to buy a new dress?”

Her face turns, burning red in the dim light. “I wanted you.”

“Yeah, you chose me. You saw that I was an alpha male—just your type—”

“Yeah? So?”

I smack her ass against that insolent tone.

“Put your hands against the headboard.”

Maya shuffles forward and extends her thin arms, placing her palms flat on my headboard as she sticks her ass out, begging for my cock.

“Just fuck me,” she says with a growl in her voice as I edge up behind her, smoothing my hands over her thighs.

I ignore her plea. “First, I’m going to spank you. You’re going to count how many times I do it.”

She nods, still facing the headboard.

Just fuck her already.

My hand drapes over her ass and her muscles tense. I let her feel my fingers spreading over her skin, my thumb right on the edge of her ass. I pull her skin and see her glistening pussy, which is just waiting to wrap around my cock.

God fucking damn it. Fuck the girl, will you?

Gritting my teeth, I raise my palm from her skin. Crack. The sound splits the air. Blood rushes to her skin and I feel the heat underneath my palm.

Her voice trembles. “One.”

Again, on the same round cheek. The sound gets me every fucking time. She gasps a bit and then her voice hardens. “Two.”

Her arms shake as I bring my hand down on her raw flesh, waiting for that moment to break over her eyes. With my other hand, I fist my cock, letting it slide all over her folds. She groans and pushes her ass closer to me. It couldn’t be plainer that she wants me inside her, but I need her submission first.

Another slap hits the bright, red burn on her ass. This time she yells. It’s painful, but it’s mingled with the pleasure of my thick length rubbing up and down her clit.

“Th-three!”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“I just want—I want—ah!”

I strike her left cheek, the force of it so hard that it stings my hand. Then I rub her swollen flesh. “What’s that?”

Shit, I’m loving this.

“Four.” The answer explodes from her. “You know what I want.”

“I won’t give you what you want. Not until you admit that you love what I’m doing to you right now.”

I’m not sure I can keep that promise. I feel her walls trying to grip me as I slide all over her pussy, the head just nudging her in the right spots. Maya is barely able to keep her arms against the headboard. She moves her head back and I see her strain with the effort of keeping it together. Her tits hang like perfect teardrops. I grind against her and grope one of them.

“Fuck me!”

Her scream stabs me right in the fucking ears, but I don’t care.

“You sure you want me to fuck you?”

Still groping her tits, I give her ass another brutal slap, and she cries out. “Five! Yes, I’m fucking sure.”

“Beg me.”

All the energy roils in my stomach as she collapses over the pillows, unable to keep herself up anymore. “Fuck me, goddamn it! I can’t take it anymore!”

I want to play with her. I want to make her crawl on her knees and beg me while I’m in her mouth, but I can’t take it anymore either.

I seize her hips and force her legs apart, and there’s a brief moment where the head of my cock pushes between her folds, and then her warmth envelops me like a tight, warm glove.

“Hands back on the headboard.”

She obeys and then her body jackhammers forward as I ram my hips against hers. My cock thrusts deep as every instinct urges me to fuck her hard and fast. So that’s what I do. I grind my hips against that pussy and nail her deep, until she lets out a sharp yell.

“Yes!”

Her arms tremble from the force of my thrusts. Her voice is like a lightning bolt straight into my cock, energizing me. My vision narrows to the girl writhing on my bed, screaming for more. With every thrust, she opens her mouth in a moan and her tits swing forward. I grab both in my hands and wrench her upright, using them to hold her against me.

“Oh my God, John—”

“I need you to come, baby.”

My arm snakes around her waist while the other holds her tits. As I thrust into her, I grab her swollen clit and press down hard, rubbing her in circles. She nearly swoons in my arms. Maya turns her flushed face toward mine, and I crush my lips against hers. It’s too much. The fucking feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock like it doesn’t ever want to let me go, her tits in my hands, and the screams she makes.

“I need you to fucking come.”

She doesn’t flinch from the rough edge in my voice. She’s lost in the pleasure of it just like I am.

“I am!”

I feel the explosion ripping through her body as she grips my cock hard and falls apart in my arms, sagging against me. Then I’m done, too. I’m no match against her perfect body. I ram her so hard that she screams in pain, and the ache swells like a wave. It crashes down, and I feel the hot jets of cum, and her wet thighs against mine. I let her down gently and pulse a few more times.

“Fuck!”

Yes, I needed this.

Still inside her, I lie down over her, propping myself up by my elbows. Damn, I’m exhausted.

“Oh my God.”

Her mellowed voice breathes out in my bedroom as her chest pulses. A thrill of pride hits my chest as she turns to face me.

“I’ve never been fucked like that. Ever.”

I smile, pressing my wet forehead against hers. “I told you I was good.”

She touches my chin, tracing it. “I knew you’d be. I just—”

“Didn’t know how good it would feel?”

I’m amused at the slight blush pinking her cheeks as she nods, the haughtiness in her eyes finally gone.

Right around now would be the time where I’d usually invent some kind of work-related business I had to attend to because I’m an asshole and I want them out of my apartment, but I feel no desire to get rid of her. And it hits me suddenly. I want this girl again. Not just for tonight, or the next day. I want her on call whenever I want to fuck her. Why should I bang cocktail waitresses when I have a hot piece of ass who will let me do whatever the hell I want?

But it’s against my rules. Fuck a girl more than once, and the next thing you know, they want a relationship. And then they want to meet your mother and tickets to the opera and fuck knows what else.

Then she kisses me. Her lips are against mine before I can even summon up an excuse to suggest that she should leave, and then that compulsion is wiped away completely. She kisses me and slips her tongue inside me, making my heart pound.

* * *

Crack of dawn. Something moves beside my bed. A shadow.

I don’t even think. In seconds my hand clutches the handle of the gun stashed under my pillow. Then I lunge across the bed, grabbing a skinny wrist. A female cry of pain surprises me as I bury the gun in her temple, pressing her body to mine.

“Shut the fuck up and don’t move.”

“It’s me, you idiot!”

Holy fuck.

My heart clenches painfully as I recognize her voice and put the gun aside, flipping on the lamp. She blinks furiously against the bright light.

“Sneaking out in the middle of the night, eh? Nice.”

I should be pissed, but it’s hard not to laugh at this shit. Who the fuck has the balls to walk out on me?

“You had to put a gun to my head?”

“You took me by surprise,” I say, letting her go roughly.

“I just wanted to leave before you woke up.”

“Classy.”

Maya crosses her arms and stares at me.

No apology, nothing.

“Why? So you could go back to Daddy before he woke up?”

Her face heats up like a lamp. “You don’t understand, and I can’t explain.”

My chest heaves in a sigh. “Fine. At least let me drive you home.”

“No,” she says too quickly.

No. “No” is not a word I hear very often. It makes my stomach churn to see her standing there like that, just as defiant as she was in the bar.

Now my blood is starting to boil.

“What the fuck is wrong with me giving you a ride home, huh?”

“Nothing,” she insists.

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No!” Her face burns under my stare. “Please, just take my word for it. He can’t know.”

Fine. Whatever.

“You should stay the night. He’s going to find out anyway.”

She tenses at that. “He can’t.”

“It’s not safe walking alone at this time.”

Her lips stagger with a small grin. “It’s safe for me.”

What does that mean?

I slide from the bedsheets and stand up naked beside her, watching how her gaze lingers on my dick, chest, and arms.

“Give me your number so we can do this again.”

“I told you, it was a one-time thing.”

“Tell me I wasn’t the best lay you ever had.”

She reaches out with her hand, that look blazing in her eyes again. “It’s not about that. I can’t just do whatever I want.”

I don’t buy that.

I pick up my slacks from the floor and pull out a small white card with my private phone number. If she even knew how rarely I gave it out to girls, she’d be honored, but of course the dumb idiot doesn’t. I haven’t had a comare in ages, and I’d like to have her as one. I take her hand and gently close her fingers around it.

Then I bend my lips to her ear and I feel her shiver. “Call me the next time you feel like a good fuck.”

“I don’t think so.”

A grin stretches my face. “Maybe the next time you fight with your dad.”

She stuffs the card in her jeans without looking at it and I walk her to the door, opening it for her and giving the whole hallway front-row seats to my cock. Maya doesn’t want to leave. It’s all over her body. From those nipples sticking out like pins on that fuck-me dress she wears, to her eyes locked on mine.

“You’re trying to tempt me back inside.”

“Is it working?”

The blush spreading over her cheeks tells me yes.

“Don’t you care that anyone could see you right now?”

“No.”

A smile cracks her face and suddenly she takes a step forward. She bumps her lips against mine. For a moment I think she’s coming back inside, but she pulls back almost immediately. It’s just a cheap goodbye.

“Bye, Johnny.”

I don’t say a word as she backs away from me and walks down the hall.

This isn’t goodbye.

* * *

Smoke curls around my fingers. I blow out a stream and watch as my cigarette makes calligraphy in the air.

A man stands above my table, waiting for me to notice him. My silence hangs over his head like an axe. He clenches and unclenches his hands.

What a moron. If he had any brains, he would make me notice him. Maybe he’s playing it safe. Maybe he knows I wouldn’t have a problem with blowing out his brains in the middle of this restaurant. No, he doesn’t say a word. He’s real quiet. Like a dog waiting for scraps.

I hiss the smoke through my teeth, and then the waiter comes to my table with my Marechiara pizza. A blood-red pie sits on my table, thin crust, the big black olives wrinkled with the heat with the pits still inside. None of that canned olives shit. Napoletana is one of my favorite pizza places in the city. It’s cash only, of course. The owner fought me hard against paying me protection money, and my love of the pizza in the place kept me from torching it until he finally buckled down and gave me my money.

“Uh—Johnny?”

I don’t even look at him. “What?”

“L—listen, I just wanted to apologize.”

I finally flick my gaze to him. He’s a strapping, young guy with at least fifty pounds on me, but he looks at me as if I’m Jesus Christ. His hands are clasped in front of his body and his head is bowed, as if in penance. I can taste the fear sweating off his body. He’s waiting for a reaction from me. A condemnation or a reprieve. I won’t give him either.

“Apologize for what?”

I slide a slice of pizza onto my porcelain plate and cut into it with my knife and fork. Dignified. Slow. A boss can’t just shove pizza down his fucking throat like some fat fuck. The hot sauce stings my tongue. It’s like fire, but it tastes so goddamn good that I can’t help but keep eating. I grip my wineglass and the dry vintage slips down my throat, adding fuel to the burn.

“I fucked up, but I can fix this. Please let me fix this.”

His shaking voice makes my tongue curl.

“How?” I cut my gaze over his, staring into his widened eyes. “I’ve been planning this heist for almost a year, you dumb fuck.”

Millions of dollars of untraceable cash, just sitting in the airport. Begging to be stolen. My whole crew knows about the heist, of course.

“I can get the keys. I have a plan—”

“François told me about your plan.”

The dismissive tone almost brings him to his knees. “There’s a short window. Fifteen minutes. I can get copies of the keys made.”

I doubt he can get anything done. “Do it.”

Relief washes over his face, and I almost want to laugh at him. I’d probably kill him anyway, just to tie up loose ends. I don’t trust him to keep his trap shut if anyone’s busted, because he’s not a member.

“Thank you, John.”

“If you don’t get copies of the keys, don’t come back at all.”

I watch him leave, an uneasy feeling eating away at my stomach as he walks away. Then I beckon toward Chris, who kneels to my side immediately.

“I want you to follow him. And then I want you to take care of him.”

Chris doesn’t betray any shock. His young face freezes for a moment, and then his dark eyes slide to mine. “Take care of him?”

You know what I mean.

Then he leans back and nods, patting his front jacket pocket as he heads outside.

It takes a split second for me to make a life-or-death decision.

Like I said, I don’t give second chances.

The Mafia is a family, yes, but it’s mostly a business. We’re in it for the money, not the fucking honor. I surround myself with people who are valuable. I don’t give a fuck whether someone isn’t one hundred percent Italian.

I grab another slice of pizza and carelessly tear into it with my teeth as that girl pops into my head again. It just galls me that someone might discriminate against me, of all people. All week I couldn’t get that cunt out of my mind. Can’t forget the way she let me fuck her. The screams she made when she came on my dick. All week I’ve been waiting to bump into her in that bar, like some schmuck.

Whatever. I’ll find a new piece of ass to fuck. I always do. Hell, even in this restaurant. Women turn their heads to look at me, sitting with a few of my soldiers. I could ask the waitress out. She has a nice ass.

Not as nice as hers.

I swallow painfully as that truth sinks in. How can I forget her? I spanked her ass right before I sank my dick into her. Before that, she climbed into my lap naked. I can still feel her skin gliding in my palms. Her gorgeous curves bounced in front of my face. She let me put my hands all over her—she let me do things to her that I only did with hired pussy.

I smile into my wineglass as blood rushes to my cock. Fucking hell, I cannot get hard in this place.

“François, we need to head up to Sorel-Tracy. There were problems with the last shipment.”

His face twists slightly, but he nods. He hates bikers on principle. Hell, we all do, but we don’t have to like each other. We just have to work together.

They run all the drugs, and I handle just about everything else because I never wanted to be involved in drugs. I facilitate the shipments, and the bikers sell the drugs on the streets. Getting twenty-five years for possession is not worth it to me. Anyone in my crew caught selling drugs gets his head chopped off.

I get up from the table and my bodyguards follow me outside. I slide into the passenger seat of my car as François takes the wheel, and my thoughts linger on a certain brunette as he drives. Finally we get to that concrete shit-hole of a fortress that is like a beacon should the CSIS ever decide to raid the place. The walls are thick, and guards patrol the towers with guns.

François lays on the horn and the metal gate screams as it swings aside.

“Putain de merde.”

Carlos waits just inside the community, wearing his filthy leather jacket. We roll the car into a dirt parking lot and I open my door, fixing a smile on my face.

“Carlos, good to see you.”

“John.”

He nods at me, and then we walk toward that shack he calls a clubhouse. I’ll have to wipe the dust from my shoes when I get out of here. I walk past a lot of sullen, drawn faces. Like dogs at the pound. What a depressing place to live in.

The clubhouse has a bit of charm. Inside, there are strippers wearing pasties, gyrating on poles as those bearded fucks ogle them. Loud rock music grates against my ears. A biker grabs a passing stripper and pulls her onto his lap, groping her tits for everyone to see. I sneer at them as I walk by. These people have no fucking class. I don’t want to touch any surface, because I have a suspicion that the entire place is covered with a film of cum and pussy juice.

Thankfully we enter Carlos’s office, and my bodyguards wait outside. He walks behind his desk and my eyes wander over the dusty room, passing over a couple of golden frames. A figure catches my eye.

My heart jumps in my chest and I lean in, studying the picture frame. It’s a photo of Carlos, and his wife and daughter.

So? What’s got me so excited?

The daughter. The picture is a few years old, but there’s no mistaking those pouty lips and haughty eyes. Maya. The girl I’ve been fantasizing about is also the daughter of the president of Les Diables MC.

Oh fuck.

My heart races and I swallow the urge to curse out loud. Everything makes sense now. Her hesitation to fuck me. No wonder.

And she had no idea who I was the whole time. She said her dad would be pissed. No fucking kidding. This could start a war.

Fuck me.

I lean back into my chair as Carlos gives me a sharp glance. “What’s funny?”

I look into his suspicious eyes, wishing I could tell him:

I fucked your daughter.