Say Daddy A Mafia Billionaire Romance - Shanna Handel Page 0,15
follow him out of the apartment, grabbing my shoes and purse as we go. I stop behind him at the door to slip my shoes on. He holds the door for me and the moment seems so friendly, so normal, I think I must have dreamed his indecent proposal.
He says, “Consider my proposition. Let me know your decision.”
I snap back, “I can tell you right now, it’s a hard no.”
He flashes me an easy grin, as if I’ve said yes. “And I can tell you right now, there’s going to be a hard spanking when you come back to me, begging me to take you.”
My pussy clenches along with my teeth. “That. Will never happen.”
He grabs my face in his hands, trapping me. His gaze burns into mine and he says, “See you soon, baby girl.”
I want to fight him. To call for help. To knee him in the groin.
But buried beneath those desires, I fight the strong urge to obey.
To call him... Daddy.
My face remains motionless, but I allow him to kiss me.
As his lips meet mine, there’s a trembling wave of delicious powerlessness that rocks me to my core.
One I choose to deny.
Because every strong woman knows, you can’t get anywhere in this world letting a man control you.
No matter how much you might want to let him.
Chapter Five
Luke
Her scent is everywhere. In the fibers of my sheets, my clothes... my memory.
One night with Victoria and I’m hooked.
She’s turned me down, denying the baby girl that’s hiding inside of her. I know she wants a daddy. Needs a daddy. I’m confident that I will be that man.
She’ll be back. There’s no doubt in my mind.
She’s curious. Confused by the reaction of her body betraying her mind. She’ll give it a go, but after that, will I able to get what I want? Or will she let her hang-ups keep us apart?
Victoria is more determined to become a Beauty than any other woman I’ve met. It seems she’ll sacrifice everything to achieve her goals. Even me.
And I respect that.
Because I too understand what it means to give up everything to realize one’s dreams.
I did it myself.
One year ago, when I became a member of the Bachman Brotherhood.
My oldest brother, Matteo, joined the ranks years before me.
He’s one of the strongest men I know, as well as the mafia’s first openly gay brother.
The men respect him and his sexual preferences never became a topic of interest to the group—though the single brothers often go to him for fashion advice, or to double check their outfit or choice of cologne before a hot date. And I’ve heard there was talk from the Beauties about how if Matteo marries, they get to lay claim on his husband to join their ranks.
After my brother harassing me for ages, telling me how worthy the cause was, how solid the guys were, and how good the pay is, I finally agreed to go with him to meet the head of the family, Rockland.
Like the men before me, I was instantly enamored with Rockland’s quiet power. His aura oozed confidence and danger. He asked me many questions, mostly revolving around my job as a Secret Service agent.
He needed someone with a cool head who could keep an eye out on the single Brothers as they party on their nights out. And someone who could spot an undercover federal agent from a mile away.
Luckily, I can do both.
After I was inducted into the Brotherhood, instead of moving me into the Village, Rockland stationed me over the gym, made a deal with the owner of the club, and disguised me as a bartender at Gotcha’s to keep an eye out for those who may be trying to infiltrate the family.
An undercover agent of his own.
Having been present at my initiation, the Brothers all know who I am and that I’m one of them. Wanting to keep my alias a secret, Rockland forbade me from telling anyone outside of the Brotherhood of my position.
Even the Beauties don’t know. When they come to the club to dance, they think I’m just the bartender.
For the most part, I am. But every minute that I’m making drinks, I’m watching the room with a trained eye.
Victoria’s arrival at the bar has been the first distraction I’ve let affect my work. That tight little body next to mine has had my temperature rising. The way she flips her hair over her shoulder when she laughs makes my gaze linger longer than it should.
And those