Chapter 97


    I guess the feeling is mutual, he looks devilish in a sexy way still.


    And we are back to that little pet name of his that I dislike so much. I stare at him for a long moment,


    wondering what he has up his sleeve with such a generous offer, and tap my nails on the bar


    impatiently; Brain in overdrive and not afraid to be shameless.


    ‘Triple what you paid me before. Seeing as I am no longer hostess and I will make this club better than


    it ever was. New York!’ I throw my new pet name at him. If it’s good enough for the goose, then it’s


    good enough for the gander.


    I have the upper hand; if he really wants me here then he won’t argue. Triple is probably a little greedy


    but I think I deserve it after all the shit he put me through. It also means if I save and end up back on


    the dump then I have instant funding to get far away from here. Backup n in motion. I’m going to


    tuck away enough cash to make sure I never end up back in the meat packing district or end up


    working for another Joe.


    He narrows that gaze on me and then breaks into a sly smile and taps his own palm on the bar,


    mimicking me.


    ‘Just triple? I was expecting you to ask for a hell of a lot more. Deal! I’ll get it sent over first thing. Now


    come on. I have something upstairs for you.’ He jumps to his feet, done with this now he thinks it’s


    settled and starts to head off, but I am not going anywhere just yet, instantly annoyed.


    ‘Wow, wait! … Who said I was done here? If more money is on the table then I am not just agreeing to


    that,’ I retort childishly, metaphorically stamping my foot, simmering severe annoyance. I should have


    asked for more.


    ‘Already did! Should have aimed higher, baby. Triple until a profites rolling in. End of conversation.’


    It’s that husky, no more chatter and ‘I am boss’ tone that I bloody hate—I grit my teeth as burning anger


    circles in my stomach.


    Conversation is futile when he has his mind set, and I am in no mood for a fight after a good afternoon


    and a great mood. I have to stop myself breaking into full-on ‘NOT A CHANCE’ mode and instead try


    and simmer.


    ‘FINE! Well, in that case, you better keep your credit card topped up because I have expenses that I


    need taking care of while I reinvent myself and revive the redhead.’ I sulk haughtily, hating how he


    managed to manoeuvre me so quickly back under control and took over our negotiation. I am


    supposed to be wearing the trousers in this, not him. The control freak needs to learn a thing or two


    about backing down and staying there.


    ‘Looks red to me.’ Another sh of smug smiles and I can’t do anything except follow him out of the bar


    because he is still walking off, regardless of my not moving. He isn’t waiting and if I sit here to prove a


    point he will just go to his dinner and I won’t know what it is he has to give me. He is obviously setting


    limits on what hold I have over him … and I guess he also just retracted his credit card.


    Total Tosser! That didn’tst long.


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    I should have known I would still have to battle him on some level, he’s incapable of ever just letting go


    and behaving himself.


    My curiosity is getting the better of me and I slide down to totter after him on overly high heels without


    making it obvious I am hurrying to catch up. It’s been months since I was constantly on shoes like this


    and walking is something I have to learn all over again when perched on five-inch heels.


    I do love sexy shoes though and I like the fact I am not such a tiny next to Giant Kingpin when I have a


    few inches to bring my nose nearer his. He’s annoyingly tall.


    Alexi is standing holding the lift door open when I catch up and slink past him with my head held high.


    Avoiding his eyes as they run up and down my body for the umpteenth time in my very tight little


    number, ande back to rest on my face as he lets the door go to slide shut. He punches in the 3rd


    floor button for the office and then leans back against the opposite wall, eyes eating into me brashly


    and I cross my arms across my chest to stare at the chrome doors and our slightly distorted reflection


    —doing my best to appear unaffected by the eye raping.


    ‘You do look good. I meant that and I like this.’ He motions to my outfit and I just nce his way with a


    disinterested smile. Not caring if he did or didn’t, he doesn’t get to choose how I dress this time around.


    I never chose it for his benefit and I have no shits to give either way.


    ‘It’s because I have ss and taste. You’re not used to it after spending months with Hoe-anne.’ It’s


    heavily toned with sarcasm. I just can’t stop taking bites at Joanne, like an itch I have to scratch


    because even though I’m here, I still haven’t forgiven him for anything that went on before I left here. I


    still harbour so many resentments about everything, and it’s what I will use to continue to keep my


    distance when ites to him.


    Alexiughs under his breath, extremely amused at my jibe and says nothing about it. We resort to


    silence as we climb up two floors in the very small enclosure. I can smell him from here, more so than


    sitting in the bleach-fumed bar—Aftershave, body wash and his own personal scent. He likes citrus and


    subtle spice and all together it makes for an alluringbination.


    When the doors open on the third floor Mico greets us with a smile. He’s leaning against the doorframe


    to the office and there are another couple of security guards perched on the desk with the bank of


    monitors to the right. I am happy to see the two uniformed men sitting behind that are distinctively


    Carrero and I guess he only trusts blood to watch his club from here on in. I wonder whatever


    happened to the guard from before, the one who let that arsehole try to take me, and shiver with the


    obvious answer.


    Alexi would have extracted whatever information he needed and then literally cut him loose. Not


    breathing and weighed down with concrete boots in the bottom of the river probably. I wonder if he ever


    sorted the Santagato issue out and if I am still in danger bying back here.


    Although, knowing Alexi, he is a lot more inventive with ways to get rid of baggage. I presume with his


    sadistic mind he probably has more fun than just disposing of them.


    I follow him out and walk past Mico with a warm smile, always genuinely happy to see him. He grew on


    me a long while back and I don’t harbour anything but real genuine feelings of care when I see him. It’s


    nothing like what I felt for Alexi, more like sibling affection, if I knew what that was, and even though he


    looks a lot like him and is a very handsome man. There is just no attraction there at all. Life would be a


    lot simpler if he and I gelled that way, and he had no fiancée to speak of; but the sad truth is, I’m just


    not interested in Mico beyond friendship. I adore him; I may even have a sort of love for him. I feel safe


    with him and I know I can trust him in every way. He genuinely has a good heart.


    I hate myself for thinking this, but … he’s not Alexi.


    I was always a sucker for a powerful and dangerous path and Alexi is exactly that.


    Get a grip, Cami.


    ‘Looking good Cami, nice to see you again,’ he grins and flicks my hair as I pass and earns himself a


    head turn from Alexi in front of me. I only see the side of his face but it’s a filthy look and I guess he


    hates that his toy won’t let him touch, but Mico can. He must be furious with that little detail as we all


    know how much he likes to be the lord of all things. Mico however,pletely nks it.


    To add salt to the wound I stop to pat Mico on the arm and give him a little twirl of my new dress to


    show it off— can’t bypass annoying Kingpin Carrero.


    ‘You like?’ I wiggle my hips and lift my heel to show off my sexy ck patent Louboutin shoes, making


    a real show in modelling for him, and Mico gives me a mock wolf-whistle in response.


    ‘Definitely … nice to see you back to how you were. This ce has been severelycking in beautiful


    redheads.’ Mico hits full boyish smile and it’s cut short by the sharp-toned, anger-filled voice in the


    office ringing our way.


    ‘You done? I haven’t got all day!’ Alexi sounds pissed and a tad green-eyed, and I giggle under my


    breath as I make my way in getting a small shake of the head and knowing smile from Mico. He knows


    what I was doing, and he finds his cousin’s reaction equally funny—my ally in annoying all things Alexi.


    It’s what he deserves.


    ‘Shut the door,’ Alexi snaps at me as I get inside, and I just can’t stop the smile spreading across my


    face at his irritation. It’s obvious I still have some skills at getting under his skin. He is behind the desk


    at the wall where his safe is, body poised with a hint of angry stiffness and I slide the door shut until it


    clicks quietly, smug, before walking over to stand in front of it.


    Alexi res at me for a second, cold and unamused, and then goes to the painting which conceals the


    steel door of the office safe and punches in the code to open it, before scanning his thumb.


    Alexi has a double wall safe in here—inside the mainrge space is another concealed door which is


    activated by his thumbprint alone. It clicks internally and I watch him pull out a bag from deep within


    that’s about the size of a shoe box; he pulls it out steadily, supporting the weight carefully. I forget my


    fun and be intrigued with a package this size; he implied it was for me, so I perch against the desk


    to watch him.


    He keeps his more sensitive things in the inner safe and only Mico and I are ever present when he


    opens it. I figure his brother designed this for him some time ago—Mr high tech who thinks of


    everything his underworld twin would need to protect himself in criminal doings. Ifw enforcement ever


    got into his safe, they would never know the part behind existed and I know he has the same system in


    the one in his bedroom. I have seen him leave it sitting open when I stayed there before. Not that he


    uses the bedroom safe that often or that I am in there frequently, but I remember.


    He brings the velvet ck bag and deposits it on the desk, right in the middle, motioning with a finger at


    me toe to him and I do as I am told without hesitation. Too engrossed on whatever is in that bag to


    think about defying him.


    I’ve always been a curious little kitty; it’s why I always get in so much trouble.


    Alexi moves over so Ie to stand in front of the bag on the desk beside him as he leans and pulls


    out the contents carefully, stretching in front of me so his shoulder and arm almost graze me. I move


    back a little apprehensively.


    First thing I see, with a small sharp inhale, immediate unease hitting hard, is thepact, dainty ck


    handgun he draws out of a ck leather holster and holds it up sideways in front of my face. My mouth


    goes dry and my hands tremble as I am filled with severe nervousness.


    I nce from it to him in hesitation, heart hammering instantly and body rippling with goosebumps born


    of trepidation, unsure what the fuck he’s doing.


    He lookspletely deadpan.


    ‘Why are you giving me that?’ I ask in mild panic, suddenly afraid and alert all at the same time. Guns


    and I, in his presence, don’t bode well.