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  “You must be Belladonna,” He says my stage name with a rough accent, but I can’t place where he’s from.

  “Obviously,” I respond with a bit of sass. “I’ll have you know I’m not a fan of playing games.”

  He snickers, rubbing the palm of his hand across his smile. “Sweetheart, I only play games. It’s best you play to win while you’re in my company.”

  I’m taken aback by his response. Both intrigued and cautious. My core begins to heat up but I silently tell myself I can’t like this man. He’s a client, and it’s all he’ll ever be. He is a way to grow my purse pockets bigger, a means to an end, a way for me to get one step closer to my dream.

  “Are you going to tell me your name, or not?” I bluntly ask as I approach him, taking another sip of my wine. I pop my hip out, showing him I can be one sassy bitch.

  He chortles, “I’m Davide Lupei, your client. Though, let’s pause that for a moment. Are all of you this feisty? I don’t recall any of you ever being like this.”

  I never roll my eyes, but I can see it’s obvious Davide prefers a woman who knows how to stand her ground. “It’s adorable you think others are comparable to me,” Hopefully he likes the confident ones as well.

  He nods, “Touché, my dear.”

  The more he speaks, the more I wonder where in the world he originates from. Internally I’m going through a list of countries. His tone is rough like Russians and Bulgarians, yet there’s a softness to it. I’ll place a bet he’s from Germany or Romania.

  “I’m Romanian,” He states out of nowhere, almost like he was reading my mind.

  “I’m sorry?” I say, trying not to be so obvious.

  He chuckles, “You were trying to place my accent, were you not?”

  Giving in, I nod, confirming his suspicions. “I might’ve been. You sound . . . different.”

  “Ah, yes. I suppose you can blame that on my time spent here in Italy. My accent is now a blend of the two in a sense.” Wow. He lives in Italy. I can honestly say I never expected that.

  I go closer to him, standing a mere two or so feet away. He must be around six foot, or maybe an inch or so under. His shoulders are broad, obviously showing he’s fit. But he’s not bulky like many men are. He’s a different type of athletic. Like he’s a man who swims or runs. I bet he has a six-pack, or maybe even an eight-pack. Mmm, that’s just the cherry on top.

  The warmth grows in my core and I snap myself out of it. He is a client. He is not a potential suitor. Fuck, I can’t even date until my contract is over.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling right now. I’m somewhat of a professional when it comes to small talk, as many women in this industry are. It’s simply one of the basic job requirements. I just can’t seem to get a word out. It appears Davide has made me a bit tongue tied. “Finish your wine and let’s go inside,” Davide tells me.

  I narrow my eyes, but figure what the hell. Finishing off the rest of my wine I set the empty glass on the thick stone railing and walk in front of him. Turning back to face him, “Where do you want to go?”

  Again, he chuckles in that sinful way. “Simple. Your bedroom,”

  Alright. I didn’t anticipate this. Sure, I’ve had men who speak to me for a few moments and then take me upstairs to fuck me. Didn’t take Davide as one of them, though.

  Doing as he’s asked, I escort him around to the grand stairwell and lead him up to the second floor. We go back down the hallway until we’re almost to my door. At the same time I place my hand on the knob, Raquel exits her room in yet another glitzy dress. This time it’s monochromatic so it appears to be multiple colors. Her hair is pulled back, up in a high ponytail like you’d see girls at the club wearing.

  “Fuck, who is that?” Davide growls.

  I know he’s already talking about her, but I look to see which direction his eyes are in to be sure. “Raquel, one of the other girls here.”

  He goes over to her as if I don’t exist anymore. “Sweetheart, are you busy?”

  I already know it’s one of Raquel’s nights off. She was probably headed out to the club to dance the night away. She seems a bit taken aback by his question. “It’s my night off, but I’m never one to turn down a bit of trouble. Are you trouble, mister?” She places her hand on his chest and tugs his tie playfully.

  “It’s my middle name. If you’re open to it, I’d love you to join us.” Davide tells her.

  Raquel wiggles her eyebrows, “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted Belladonna’s pussy. Would you let me lick it?” I watch as Davide adjusts his obvious erection.

  “How about you get in the fucking room and we’ll find out,” He hisses his words to her, showing just how sexually frustrated he is. I push my door open and let the two of them in, locking it behind me.

  Davide stands in the middle of my room, “Raquel, get on the fucking bed. Belladonna, sit down and watch. Don’t take your fucking eyes off me. Is that clear?”

  “Yes,” I respond, going over to where my vanity is. I grab the plush velvet chair and turn it to face the bed, taking a seat.

  Davide tosses his suit jacket on the couch at the end of my bed, stripping out of his suit piece by piece until I’m staring at his perfectly sculpted ass. Holy shit. I’ve fucked plenty of men, but none of them looked like they were the influence piece for a sculpture. He turns to glance at me. “Fuck it, kneel on this couch and watch.”

  Davide places his knees on my bed as I hit the couch and stare at him and Raquel. He grabs at Raquel like a bear ripping apart a fish. Just as the thought runs across my mind, the ripping sound of fabric causes my eyes to widen. He’s shredded her dress straight down the middle. Her breasts are on display, as is the tiny pink g-string she was wearing underneath.

  “You’re on birth control, right?” Davide asks Raquel, who nods.

  “Yeah, I have an IUD.”

  “Perfect,” He growls, planting his palms on her hips, he flips her over to where her knees and elbows are on the bed. In one swift motion he enters her, causing her to release a loud moan. Oftentimes we fake that shit, but this isn’t fake. Nope, this is completely authentic.

  I suck in a deep breath, for the first time in a long time, envious of a woman getting fucked before me. Davide shoves his shaft inside Raquel over and over again until the sounds of her pussy sloshing fill my ears. He grunts and groans, slapping her ass, fucking her even harder than he was before. Davide growls loudly, slamming his rod into her and comes to a halt. He yanks his cock out after a moment, sweat beading down his face.

  He turns to me, grabbing me by the chin and brings his face down a mere inch from mine. I can feel his hot breath on my lips as he speaks. “I’m going to fill your friend up with my cum and make you watch us all night long. You won’t get a thing from me, Belladonna.” He rips his hand away from my chin and grabs Raquel by the back of the hair, pulling her mouth to his cock. She wraps her lips around him, but as she sucks him off he’s staring at me.

  Meanwhile, I’m shocked beyond measure. In all my years doing this I’ve never once had those words said to me. I’ve always gotten something. As much as I don’t want to admit it. It makes me like him more. It makes me even more intrigued.

  Though, I hate the wetness pooling between my thighs . . . soaking my thong, knowing I won’t get a damn thing. I wish so badly I could fucking slap him.

  Chapter 4

  Davide

  Raquel and I went round after round last night. I’ve never been fond of women who blatantly drool over sex, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck Raquel as much as I could. I haven’t had a good lay in months. Truthfully, I needed release more than anything. It’s why I called Cecilia and requested to give me one of her best girls. Ironic how I ended up fucking one of the others. Belladonna’s attitude made me want to abstain from touching her— at least for now, that is.

  Belladonna ended up sleeping on the couch while Raquel and I shared her bed. I almost expected her to come crawling beside me at some point in
the night, but it appears her spirit is fueled with fire. I like that about her. How she wasn’t afraid to show me her confidence and challenge me. I was imagining fucking her sweet cunt last night. Every time I plowed into that girl I thought of the way Belladonna’s pussy would tighten around me, begging for my cum.

  Fuck, I slither out of bed and quickly put on my clothes. I’m quick while I do it, but try to be silent. Belladonna is out cold on the couch, still in the dress she was wearing last night. Hmpf. I thought she would’ve changed into something a bit more comfortable.

  Spotting a fuzzy blanket from the corner of my eye I go grab it and lay it over her body. I’d hate for the woman to catch a chill.

  Raquel had left after I was done with her. Pretty sure I saw my semen sliding down her legs too. God, if that isn’t my biggest kink I don’t know what is.

  Shaking my head, I pull my cell from my suit jacket pocket and check my messages. Everything seems to be in order, so that’s a relief. However, I want to leave Belladonna a note. On her vanity I see a notepad and pen, so I approach, flip the pad open and begin to write her a note.

  It was a pleasure to be formally introduced last evening. One of my drivers will be here to fetch you later this afternoon, around three.

  See you soon,

  x,

  Davide

  I’m swift in making my way downstairs without having to take part in any unwanted conversation. My car is just outside, and when I open the door and exit the brothel, my driver comes to open the back door for me. We both get inside and I buckle my seatbelt, thinking about everything that’s transpired over the last twelve hours.

  Holy shit. I’m losing it. I’ve used working girls before, but never have I fucked one I didn’t intend on paying for. Never have I let the one I was with watch me while I fucked another. Have I had threesomes? Sure as fuck I have. It shows how this doesn’t make a bit of sense to me. What in the world was I thinking last night?

  I didn’t want to violate Belladonna’s body the way I used that other girl’s. God, what was her name? Rach . . . Ra . . . ah! Raquel. Yes. Raquel. I didn’t mind using her body because she means nothing to me. Belladonna on the other hand . . . something about her spoke out to me, which has never happened in all my years of paying for sex.

  To say I’m shocked by my own actions is a drastic understatement. There’s a part deep inside me that wants to be fragile with Belladonna. I can’t make sense of it. If I’d known her for years it would make sense, but we only just met.

  A ringing sound blasts through the speakers of the SUV, and my driver Giuseppe, speaks up. “Sir, it’s the King and Queen.”

  Ah, perfect timing. I roll my eyes. “Please accept it, Giuseppe. Thank you.”

  “Certainly.” He responds, taping the touch screen display.

  “To what do I owe this pleasure,” I say loudly with a smile on my face. That old saying is true about how you can hear a smile through the phone. Many Clan members don’t care if they ruffle our King and Queen’s feathers, although I do. Pissing them off is never a smart idea.

  “You sound so delightful, Davide. It’s a lovely change,” Mariana states.

  Um, when don’t I sound delightful? I roll my eyes again, keeping my thoughts to myself. A clearing throat comes through the speakers, indicating Ion is going to begin speaking. “We want an update about how things are going.”

  Ion and Mariana recently entrusted me with picking up the MMA business they started up earlier this year. They wanted to dedicate their free time to it. However, when you’re the head honchos and have a plethora of kids you can’t do that. So, they handed it to me.

  The goal is for us to continue to have MMA Heavyweight Championships across various cities and countries throughout the year. We have a hefty advertising budget, resulting in every show being sold out. Long story short, it’s a profitable venture for the Romanian mafia. Not only is it profitable, though. It’s free of crime. For the first time in many years we’re on the right side of the street.

  Unlike other championships, we have a series of ladder type mini-tournaments to see who will advance to the next round. I didn’t understand it all at first, but I’m starting to get the hang of it now. I let some of my men do the tracking and all that shit. I simply travel to ensure everything runs smoothly.

  “Is everything set up for Munich?” Mariana asks.

  “Yes, my Queen. Everything is set up. I’m leaving this evening, so don’t worry.” I say, making sure my tone doesn’t come out with annoyance. Although, I’m not fond of micro-managers. Honestly, we’re lucky I have a right-hand man like Sergio who I can entrust in managing the typical business that comes with being a head Clan member. Many men in my position can’t say they have someone they trust so much. Probably because so many want to kill us.

  “How have things been in Italy?” Ion asks.

  I shrug, expecting this question every time we get on the phone. “As usual. Things have been quiet, but I’ll take it. It’s only a matter of time until something happens.”

  A grunt in agreement comes through the other line of the phone. No one speaks, so I continue. “While I have you on the phone, I’d like to apologize for not being able to make Bianca’s 15th birthday party.”

  “Thanks for the apology, but it’s not needed. You were most needed in Italy,” Mariana states.

  “I heard a rumor you have another bun in the oven,” I say. Stefan called me up last week and told me a whole bunch of shit. He’s pretty sure the women have some sort of pregnancy pact going on because most of them are in some stage of pregnancy, or have a newborn right now. Willow, the Clan leader in the United Kingdom just welcomed a little girl with her husband, Duncan. There’s word Vera, Rhys’ wife who oversees Russia is pregnant. As is Isabella, who’s married to Marcellus Baptiste. Like I said, it’s raining babies. I’ll happily be using an umbrella over here. The last thing I need is a bastard child.

  Mariana giggles, “I can neither confirm or deny your rumor, Davide. It’s been great talking to you, but we have to run.” The nervousness in her voice confirms what I already know. Again, Stefan Dalca is correct.

  Damn, that nosey bastard.

  Chapter 5

  Blanka/Belladonna

  This morning I woke up to a note from Davide, explaining he’d send someone to come get me later this afternoon. Given I had a few hours to get ready I took a shower and got ready for the day. A growling stomach caused me to venture down to the massive kitchen we have here in the brothel. I had an egg souffle with spinach and an espresso. Raquel ended up making her way down around the same time and considering I had a few hours before I had to be back at the brothel, we decided to walk around the city and enjoy the day.

  That is, until I got a call on my cell from one of the other girls telling me Davide’s driver, Giuseppe, was there and waiting for me. At that time it was a bit before one, indicating he’s a little over two hours early.

  I ended up taking my heels off and running back to the brothel barefoot on the streets. Given my outfit, I’m sure the citizens thought I lost my damn mind. Boy, I’m not pleased with this miscommunication. Of course, that’s if this even was one. Davide did say he liked to play games. This could just be another one.

  I ran into the brothel, bypassing the blacked out SUV and the man standing outside of it, darted up the stairs and ripped open my suitcase. I hadn’t finished packing everything. This morning I started second doubting my choices, taking some pieces out and I put off filling it back up until I came back. I’m so rushed I have no other choice than to open my closet doors and grab a few things quickly, shove them in my suitcase and go down the stairs.

  With my heels still in hand, I slide them back on my feet as I hit the bottom of the grand staircase. Placing my hand on the front door, I push it open and look directly at the man wearing a stylish black hat. “You’re here awfully early, aren’t you.” I grumble my statement, heading for the back seat.

  The man gives me an annoyed glance, clears h
is throat and speaks strongly. “I arrived at the exact time Mr. Lupei told me. It was you who wasn’t prepared.”

  Oh no he didn’t. Luckily, I swiped up the fucking note Davide left for me this morning and shove it in this asshole’s face. “How about you say that again. It says three, does it not?” I hiss, proving my point.

  He gently pushes my hand down so it’s not in his face. “I believe I owe you an apology. My mistake, I didn’t realize Mr. Lupei was . . . up to one of his . . . er, unusual amusements.”

  “Thank you, I appreciate the apology. I’m Belladonna,”

  “Giuseppe,” He extends his hand and we shake before he opens the back door for me. I get inside and he shuts the door, taking my luggage and goes to the back and puts it inside. Once he’s inside he immediately starts to drive, and we’re off.

  “You know, I’d suggest you adapt quickly to my boss’ more eccentric ways. He’s very . . . unusual.”

  “You mean he’s a dick?” I say, rolling my eyes while I meet my eyes with his in the rear-view mirror.

  He chuckles lowly, giving me his true thoughts. “I’m sorry miss, I could never say such a thing about my employer.” It’s obvious what he really thinks, but I understand needing to play the part of the loyal man.

  “What a gentleman you are,” While Giuseppe and I got off on the wrong foot, I can tell we’re going to get along just fine.

  “Thank you for your lovely compliment. So, will you tell me your real name, or shall I call you what the rest do?”

  In all my time doing this, no one has ever asked my real name. “I don’t make it a habit of sharing personal details,” I say, attempting to dismiss him.

  He turns onto SR11 and we go over the bridge. “I’m not asking for your life story, Belladonna.” Giuseppe says my name with a bit of malice.