Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,43
the troubled would agree to something like that.
Look at her, beautiful and ethereal, like something hallowed. The angel dancing in my club looking better than I could have conjured.
That look in her eyes begged me to save her. Unlike when I slowed in my race to save Amelia, I don’t think I can slow down now. I don’t know what Lilly’s story is and I probably shouldn’t walk that path. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow another man to touch her and do anything to her.
Not when I want her for myself.
I don’t want anybody else touching her. I don’t even want them to look at her.
Somehow… she feels like mine whether she knows it or not, or whether or not I choose to step away from fear and claim her as mine.
That means there’s only one thing to do.
I take out my phone and call Mimi. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey Christian, what’s up?” she says.
“Close the bids on the angel,” I say.
“What? Why would you do that?”
Mimi knows I’m not fucking stupid, or mad enough to do something like that without a plan.
“Just do it,” I tell her.
“Christian that’s her money you’re playing with. You better have some form of compensation up your sleeve.” I almost see her face from that inquisitive hint in her tone. She knows I booked Lilly the last few nights, but she wouldn’t ask me about things like that.
“I’ll make it up to her.” That’s all she needs to know.
“Okay.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lilly
It’s been five days now since I last saw Christian.
That night after he booked me, I foolishly looked out for him even though I had that feeling I wasn’t going to see him.
I had the feeling so strong that day so when it happened, I wasn’t surprised. I was disappointed, but not surprised. What I didn’t expect though was for him to just disappear.
Against my better judgement, I’ve looked out for him every night.
The other thing to disappear, or rather not happen was my bookings. I haven’t had any.
Happy as I am to dance in my crystal ball, I’m not at The Dark Odyssey to just dance. Every night I’ve gone to work anxious. First it was anxiety over who would book me and what I’d have to do, then it was anxiety over not being booked.
Last night was my first night off so I was able to spend some time with Rosie.
For a change of scenery today I decided to take her to the park on the other side of the complex and have a picnic.
Since the other day when I saw that guy, I’ve been more aware and alert. I haven’t seen him again or anyone like him, but I don’t think there’s any harm in being too careful.
After we eat the little sandwiches I made, I get her playing in the sandpit with two other children and make my way over to a bench nearby so I can sit and watch her. She plays and I mull over the shit on my mind.
I’m just over a week into this job. I still have a long way to go until I can do something different with my life and pay the damn debt. It feels like forever and the way things are looking now with no bookings I might just be able to pay the debt and rent again.
If all went to plan, as in everything, I was hoping to buy a studio apartment. I was going to put down a sizeable amount for the deposit on the mortgage, pay Lev his money and rely on what I could make from dancing with the Aurora if I got in to make the repayments on the rest of the mortgage.
If I don’t get any bookings that dream is kind of out the window.
A few weeks back I thought it would be fun for me and Rosie to look at some places, so I’ve got apartments to view tomorrow. There’s a house too that would be perfect.
I’ll take her just for something new and exciting to do but I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Realistically though, I just need to be somewhere safe. Somewhere Rosie and I don’t have to worry. That’s not here. I owe safety at the least to her.
Every time I look at her I renew that promise to be her mom and to make sure I truly take care of her. She’s so little and carefree. Only three years old but she has such a