Chapter 3

The rave was going smoothly.

I should have listened to Jester weeks ago. Maybe the body that hit the morgue last night wouldn’t have happened. I sit with my rocks glass, swiveling it around and looking at the floor. I’m playing the role of indifferent drug lord as best I can.

I avoid eye contact. Nod, when people have the guts to say hello, and on the rare occasion that a woman is ballsly enough to approach me, I growl, which normally sends them running scared or calling me an asshole.

Somehow, the woman in front of me right now doesn’t seem to be getting the picture.

“Awe, Sugar, your lap looks mighty cold. I bet my fine ass would warm it right up. Aren’t you sick of sitting on that throne all alone?” I groan inwardly and let the grimace take over my face.

“Fuck off, you are fit to be one of my dancers, let alone my queen.” She shrieks and launches herself at me.

I grab her arms before she can scratch at my face.

“Boss,” Bruno comes up beside me, and I sigh, thinking he’s here to help me with this crazy ass bitch.

“Can you grab her,” I struggle with the woman who is trying to climb up my torso to fucking bite me?

“BOSS!” I turn my face away from the woman and frown.

“I’m a little busy here, Bruno!” He points, but I can’t look because this bitch will take advantage.

“I don’t hit women,” I shake her to make her stop.

I’m starting to reconsider that stance cause if she tries to kick me in the balls again, I’m slapping the shit out of her.

“MOVE. I do.” My heart stops.

I would know that voice anywhere.

It’s been haunting my dreams and every waking hour for months. I drop the woman and step back, turning to look right into Gianna’s furious eyes. I raise my hands and gesture for her to take over.

“He doesn’t want me, you fat whore! What makes you think he wants some dumb pregnant bitch?” I bite my lip when I watch Gianna pull a blade from the holster she’s wearing under her jacket.

Gianna has the woman flat on her back faster than my eyes can track. She presses the blade under the woman’s chin, drawing a drop of blood while holding her down by the throat.

“Word on the street is I’m his wife. Making this our child. So I suggest you ask around before I cut your tongue out of your mouth.” Okay, she’s had her fun.

I grab her under her arms and drag her away.

“Baby, let’s not get the police involved tonight.” She has no idea what I’ve been doing, and I’m suddenly afraid for my balls.

“Don’t you fucking baby me. Husband.” She hisses the words over her shoulders and buries the knife into my left thigh.

“FUCK!” I scream but don’t drop her as I move us into the backrooms of the Pearly Gates.

“That’s my good leg, Gianna!” I shout at her once I’ve slammed the office door shut.

“Pezzo di merda!” She screams, pulling out the knife to try and stab me again.

“HAVE YOU LOST OUR MIND WOMAN!” I struggle with her until she kicks me in the balls.

“Ooof,” I curl up in a ball on the floor, moaning in pain.

“No, I am perfectly sane. In fact, I have been chasing your fucking demons around the globe so you could finally find some fucking peace and maybe be a good father to our baby. All while you’ve been here playing mafia king in a drug war you have no business being in!” She kicks my stab wound and then collapses on the couch.

“Damn, Baby, I’ve missed you.” I choke out between coughs.

A knock on the door stops whatever she is about to say.

“Boss,” Bruno says, opening the door, and we both answer.

“Yes,” he looks from Gianna to me and back.

“You better bring those eyes back here before I cut them out and send them to your wife. Has everyone lost their fucking minds?” Gianna leaves no room for arguments, so Bruno defers to her.

“It’s good to have your home.” He smiles at her, but she doesn’t soften to him.

She raises an eyebrow, not interested at all in his sentimental words.

“The Mayor is here.” Oh, oh shit.

“Take him back to the conference room. I’ll be with him shortly. And Bruno,” he stops and nods.

“Lucas is not your boss. Unless you’ve become a biker in my absence. Understood?” Bruno glances at me but answers here with a huge smile.

“Yes, Mrs. Cole,” he manages to get the door closed before the knife she throws hits him.

“It’s Miss Dragna!” She screams as the knife vibrates in the wood where it’s embedded.

“GET THE FUCK UP.”