Chapter 10

“I’m going to dinner with a friend,” I said nervously as I held my clutch tightly.

“With Emmanuel, you mean?” He said as he rubbed his ring with his family crest and I watched his jaw clench. Was he upset?

“Yes,” I said as I began to walk his way.

“You two have a good night,” He said as I stood next to him. My head barely touched his shoulder.

“You too,” I said as I walked out the door. Emmanuel was standing outside his platinum Mercedes Benz.

“You ready?” he said as he held the door.

“Such a gentleman,” I said as I sat on the leather seat. The interior was beautiful; the lights on the dash and an engine humming so quietly like it didn’t even exist.

“This car is amazing,” I said feeling the smooth leather.

“Thanks, Rox,” He said as he drove out of the parking lot.

“We’re not at the club, you can call me Marisol,” I said with a smile.

It was like driving on a cloud. The car drove so smooth, smoother than my Lexus. We drove with the windows down on our way to dinner. I was starving, I haven't eaten anything since my breakfast burrito.

“I hope you like Italian,” He said with a laugh.

“You know I do,” I said flirtatiously.

We arrived at a restaurant called Little Italy, this is where a lot of mafia lords eat. I couldn’t show my face in there.

“I’ve heard of this place, Manny. Is it safe for me?” I said as I stared at him.

“I’m picking something up is all,” He said unbuckling his seatbelt. “I will be right back.” and the door closed behind him.

“Fuck, what the fuck!” I took my phone out and texted Griffin my location. As the message sent, I saw Antonio and slid down in my seat. He was on the phone, talking to someone in Italian. I turned my flash off and took pictures of him as he talked angrily into his phone. As Emmanuel opened the door, Antonio turned out of his direction and continued his conversation once Emmanuel hit the car.

“Ready?” He said as he buckled up.

“If you don’t feed me soon, we’re no longer friends,” I said pouting.

“I like to think we’re more than friends,” He said as he stroked my thigh as we drove floating through traffic.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly.

“You know, I’ve thought about you ever since that night in the VIP room,” He said making his way up to my pussy.

“What about it?” I say as I rocked my hips into his hand.

“Just how good that cunt of yours felt wrapped around my cock,” He said as the car came to a stop and he removed his hand. I looked at him in disbelief. My skin was now flushed from wanting.

“This is my favorite spot,” He said pulling the keys out of the ignition. We were at an Italian restaurant known for their meatball sub.

“I’ve heard about this place,” I said catching my breath.

“Well, now you get to experience it,” He said signaling me to get out of the car.

I followed him to the entrance and he held the door for me as I entered the restaurant. The food smelled absolutely delicious. As soon as he stepped inside, the woman behind the counter lit up.

“Long time no see,” She said biting on her pen. I knew that look, they had messed around before.

“I’ve been busy,” He said as he made his way to her.

“What can I get you, the usual?” She said looking at me.

“Two of the usual and what do you want to drink?” He said as he faced me.

“Just a coke works for me,” I said not wanting to complicate the situation.

“Got it. I will bring your order out to you,” She said as she walked away.

“Let’s go,” He said extending his hand to me.

“Wait, what about our food?” I took his hand.

He leads me outside and up a flight of stairs to the rooftop of the restaurant. We could see the moon perfectly from here, right over the beach. It was beautiful.

“So, you take all of your friends here?” I said with a raised brow.

“Just the special ones,” He said as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist causing me to shudder.

There was music playing and he moved my hips to follow his. My soft ass against his stiffening cock was sending pulses to my pussy. He stroked my arms before pulling them up around his neck. Our faces touching as we continued to sway, not letting each other go. He turned me around keeping his grip on my hips. I looked up at him and in the heat of the moment, we kissed, our lips colliding in their needy fashion. His strong hand gripping my ass while the other was at the small of my back. My arms wrapped around his neck and our tongues were now dancing to their own rhythm.

I heard a woman clear her throat before sitting the food down and leaving. We parted and took a breath from the steamy kiss. Hopefully, this food can feed my hunger and I can get out of tonight without fucking Manny, but it’s not likely.

“Let’s eat,” He said adjusting his cock in his pants. I nodded because I had no words.

We sat down at the table with the biggest meatball sandwich I’d ever seen.

“There’s no way I can eat all of this,” I said to him.

“Eat what you can and take the rest home,” He said taking a bite of the sub with his gorgeous mouth. Yup, definitely need to stop thinking of him in that light.

We ate our food while talking. Well, I ate half of my food and wrapped the rest up for later. He asked me about how I felt about working at the club. I told him I enjoyed it and that I would’ve never thought I would like all the attention. He asked me what put me in the situation to look for a job at the club. I told him I didn’t have any family. I didn’t mention that the guys had become my family, there was no way I could tell him about that.

“Marisol, which do you enjoy more?”

“I only danced once. So, I’d have to go with waitressing.”

“And the VIP room? What did you think of it?”

His eyes flickered with the remembrance of that night and my body quickly responded. My breasts felt full and pushed against my bra while my cunt, well, she was purring something crazy.

“It was different. Definitely a fantasy I’ve had before.”

“I know you and Gio have an unspoken thing, but I must admit your pussy was very satisfying.”

“I’m glad you approve, but Giovanni and I-“

I stopped speaking as his phone rang and he answered swiftly. Only one person would make him answer so quickly; Giovanni. I quickly turned on the recorder on my phone.

Emmanuel’s eyes were on me and his gaze changed from heated to irritated, then his expression was shifted to frustration.

“Addio.”

“Everything ok?”

“Giovanni wants you.”

Instantly I was hot and my mouth was parched. I ached at the thought of him calling because he wanted me, but then I thought about him possibly wanting to kill me.

“D-did he say what he wanted?”

“Yeah, you.”