Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,8
as I move.
I glide in the crystal ball, becoming part of the music. The routine Tatiana made up was simple and effective reminding me of the opening steps to Swan Lake. For a moment I forget where I am and feel amazing. Over the last few weeks, I practiced every day for hours, but my body remembers how to move naturally. Mom always told me I was born to do this. On stage, or in a crystal ball. I dance and leap and smile, feeling like my old self again.
The time flies quickly and smoke arises one final time as I glide in the ball to the last corner of the ceiling. This should be the end now. I’m heading to the lounge, the ball slows on its device, and the light dims in its effect as the smoke rises up.
I twirl into a pirouette and curtsey, bowing my head giving the illusion that I’ve travelled into it.
However, as I lift my head, I see him. The guy from outside in the parking lot. I blink several times and my nerves spike when I realize it really is him.
He’s sitting in the owners’ lounge with a cigar slinked at the side of his mouth gazing on at me with that wild interest that captured me and would have beckoned me to stare earlier when we met if I wasn’t so wary.
This guy though has a presence about him that breaks down walls whether you’re wary or not. That coming from someone like me is a big deal. Looking at a man like that if you’re me is enough to trouble my heart and make my soul quiver.
Reality knocks me when I realize I’m just staring. My nerves spike then when it dawns on me that he’s sitting by the barrier in the owner’s lounge because he’s one of the club owners.
The ball stops a breath away. Light and smoke fades, but I know he’s still watching me and even though I can’t see him, I can feel him.
Chapter Three
Lilly
Christian Giordano…
That was him.
The guy who own the Bugatti I ran my car into. That’s him and he’s just booked me for the night for five thousand dollars.
My God…
Louise smiled as she told me, like I’d just won the lottery.
I could see why she’d be happy for me. I just earned my first five grand for a booking. And money aside, the man is ridiculously gorgeous. His arresting good looks are the kind I would have swooned over too in another life.
Louise took me to the floor of his penthouse suite and left me a few minutes ago to make the rest of the way by myself.
His is the last one on the corridor on the left. I can see it. Shaky legs carry me to his door that’s already open, waiting for me to go in.
Drawing in a breath I walk inside, moving into the dimly lit corridor. I see a balcony and a living room area with a wide screen TV that takes up the whole length of the wall.
Something flickers and my heart squeezes. There’s a shuffle of footsteps and I know he’s either on the balcony, or near it.
What will he say to me when he sees me?
What will he do?
What will we do?
I was all ballsy before, being strong in my mind as I thought of Rosie and my life.
Now I’m not so sure.
My hands…I can’t stop them from shaking and my heart has been racing a hundred miles an hour.
Rosie…
I’m doing this for her. I will do this for her. scared as I may be, I have to do this for her.
I follow the sound, walking slowly, carefully to the balcony. Then I see him. Christian Giordano is standing by the rail, smoking another cigar. Against the mingle of moonlight and the amber glow of light on the balcony he looks like a gothic painting depicting a dark angel, or the devil. I’m not sure which yet. What I’m sure of is that this guy is trouble in every sense of the word. Now I know it for certainty.
One of the things that troubled me about working here, minus the ninety- nine percent chance of having to have sex with whoever wanted me, was the whole mafia aspect of the club.
Chicago has a fair amount of mafia influence. Things I shouldn’t know but do. After my not so wonderful Cartel experience I can spot guys like him and know exactly what they’re like from the get-go.