"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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"WHAT EXACTLY is my role?" I ask placing my feet on the conference table
Antonio glares at me, not getting a reaction out of me as I continue to leave my feet there.
"Your role is to distract him while we get the money he owes me," he says.
"Distract as in sex or anything?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Anything," he grits.
"Ok so while you guys have all the fun I have to distract a man half my age, cool," I say.
"Why can't you just threaten him?"
"That's stupid, even if we did he'd still find an excuse not to return the money," Matteo says.
I nod twisting the chair a little and grabbing my water bottle, sipping out of it.
"What did he do to piss you off?" looking towards Antonio, I find that he's already looking at me which makes my stomach do weird flips.
"Blew my shipment — as he says and I quote 'on accident' — now he owes me over 100 Million and hasn't paid his debt in the amount of time I've given him, he's been given more chances than anyone that's ever owed me," Antonio says.
"So you decided it's best to steal from him. I like that," I click my tongue pointing at him.
"What happens after our whole mission thing do we leave him there?" Justina asks.
"No, Zamira will be given a sedative and will obviously prick him, we'll bring him here then Antonio will deal with him from thereon," Angelo explains.
"What's this guy's name and how long will this take, exactly?" I ask.
"Mario Gonzales," Antonio says handing me a file.
I open it going through photos and information about him.
Mario Gonzales Age: 43 Husband to: Maria Gonzales Kids: Valerio and Maximum Gonzales Right-hand to Spanish mafia leader Daniel Rodriguez Type: Young Fashionistas with brown eyes and beach waves
Ok so I have to dress up like a fashionista
"He likes young fashionistas? What even is that?" a snort makes its way out of my lips.
"What's the plan boss?" Matteo crosses his arms over his chest.
