Dimitri (The Italian Cartel Book 1) by Shandi Boyes

Author:Shandi Boyes [Boyes, Shandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Dimitri

The click-clack, click-clack of Roxanne’s inexpensive shoes tap along the marble floors in the foyer of my home when she shadows my walk into the quiet space. Her heels aren’t the only disturbance. Her hot breaths as she takes in empty room after empty room are just as meddling. They hit my neck as they did my face when she slid past me to enter the backseat of my Range Rover idling at the front of her apartment building.

I had hoped she wouldn’t notice the illumination of her living room since it was eight floors above. Regretfully, she’s as nosy as she is attractive. I should have instructed Smith to wait until we had left Erkinsvale before remotely connecting Roxanne’s electricity. Alas, I hadn’t anticipated a near-fatal to occur within seconds of exiting Roxanne’s apartment.

That woman should be dead. She’s a klutz who speaks without thinking and leaps in front of cars without a single consideration for her safety.

The hate that’s bred in me since I was born usually craves a bloodbath. If it had been anyone but Roxanne, my hand wouldn’t have darted out to clutch her arm. I would have watched the carnage, smirked, then moved on.

Things are starkly different this time around. I’m not seeking a cape, nor do I want the title of hero. I merely want my daughter back, and as much as this kills me to admit, I believe Roxanne can help me achieve that faster than planned.

She was right when she said our spark is undeniable. It was blistering when we went toe to toe in the elevator, and it didn’t dampen when I insulted her idea of style. It will make my ruse more authentic this time around, and if I keep her off my father’s radar, everyone will come out of this agreement in one piece—including Fien.

“Take off your shoes. Their clicking is driving me bonkers.”

I don’t give a shit about the noise Roxanne’s shoes make while we walk. I just need to notch up my asshole radar a few decibels until the sly grin she’s been wearing since we left her apartment is gone.

She isn’t here as my guest.

She’s here as my slave and will be treated so accordingly.

After tugging off her shoes in a manner that reveals she knows they’re worthless, Roxanne follows my trek up a long curving stairwell. I purchased this property the month Audrey was kidnapped. It wasn’t to be our family home but more a means to ensure our family would forever live in comfort.

This property is where I host my foreign dignitaries. The events here range from one-on-one meetings with the clients’ favorite prostitutes to all-in orgy fests. Tomorrow night’s festivities will be milder than previous guests’ level of kink, but it will be the perfect place to commence plans I’ve had in the works for months. My father will be in attendance along with hundreds of men we class as both competitors and allies. It’s ideal and has me hopeful I’ll see Fien in person sooner than I’m hoping.

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