Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,166

makes sure we make the customers happy. And if we don’t, he punishes us.”

“I assume ‘tests’ mean he’s sleeping with you?”

“Fucking us however he likes is more like it.”

“And what exactly does he do to punish you?” I asked, but the bruises the girls had been about to cover up with makeup before I entered gave me a good idea.

“He slaps us, or fucks us really hard. Or he sends us to one of the whorehouses at the outskirts of town.”

“The johns there are the worst. They are drunk, and brutal, and fat.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay. Any good things you can tell me?”

“The money is great. I can buy nice clothes and rent an amazing apartment. That’s something I could never do without this job.”

Many girls nodded, and I tried to take comfort in it. They all had started working as prostitutes on their own free will, and they earned more money than most people with a college degree. I talked to them a bit more and asked them to tell me when a customer was too brutal. They promised to do it, but I wasn’t sure if they were only saying it to get me off their backs. I’d have to talk to Leo and Raffaele about the situation.

When I stepped out of the dressing room, Enzo was waiting for me. “Where’s Raffaele?”

Enzo nodded in the direction of the bar. “He’s gone off to sulk. That boy would have been removed from the Outfit a long time ago if it weren’t for his father. Useless fucker.” He shut his mouth. “I apologize for the crude language.”

“No need. I’ve heard worse.”

Surprise crossed his face. Happy that I was making progress with Dante’s men, I headed toward Raffaele. He was perched on one of the barstools, drinking what looked like a martini. “Isn’t it a bit early to start with the alcohol?”

Raffaele emptied his glass. “We’re the mob, not a convent.”

“I’d still appreciate it if everyone stayed lucid during work.”

“Maybe one glass is enough to get you drunk, but I know how to hold my liquor. I’m not a pampered woman.”

“Raffaele,” Dante’s voice sliced through the room like a knife. I whirled around as Dante walked toward us, his body brimming with angry energy. His cold eyes were focused on Raffaele, who quickly slipped off the barstool and stood, a flicker of nervousness replacing that self-satisfied arrogance. Enzo was grinning menacingly. I had a feeling he had kept Dante updated about the way things had been going so far.

Dante stopped right in front of Raffaele, fixing him with an expression of stark brutality. “If I hear one more word of disrespect from your mouth, I’m going to chop you into tiny pieces and feed you to your father’s dogs. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Boss,” Raffaele said hastily. He turned to me. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He sounded sincere, but there was something vengeful and bitter in his eyes.

Dante finally leveled his gaze on me. “I’d like to have a word with you.”

I fell into step beside him as we headed toward my office and stepped inside. Dante closed the door. Before he could say anything, I muttered, “Did Enzo call you?”

“Enzo didn’t have to call me. I’d intended on checking on you all along. I want to make sure your first day went well.”

I gave him a doubtful look.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Because so far you didn’t strike me as the caring type of husband.”

Dante didn’t say anything, only watched me with that unnervingly cool gaze.

“I didn’t need you to defend me. I can handle myself,” I said when it became clear that he wouldn’t say anything.

Dante narrowed his eyes. “This is my territory. These are my men, and it’s my job to keep them in line. If they show disrespect toward you, it’s only a small step until they dare to disrespect me as well. I won’t allow it.”

“You made me look incapable of doing my job. Raffaele will think I’m weak because I need you to protect me.”

Dante came very close, engulfing me with his aftershave. “Valentina, the only reason why these men respect you is that you’re my wife. I know you don’t like it. I know you are strong, but you can’t exact dominance over these men like I do because you don’t have the same weapons as I do.”

“What weapons?”

“Cruelness, brutality, and the utter determination to kill anyone who disputes my claim to power.”

I held my breath. “What makes you think I wouldn’t