Dirty Sexy Saint

Chapter Two

Jordan Miller

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Although Alessandro didn't know all of his workers personally, he had seen them at least once. I knew that. I knew a time would come when he would see me too, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

The capo had told me that the boss wouldn't be in Chicago for another month because he was busy handling business in Italy, and I'd been happy to hear that because I couldn't face him just yet. I'd heard stories of him and the only conclusion I could come to was that he was crazy.

So the fact that he was around and wanted to see all his dealers - not just the newer ones - was a cause for alarm and boy was I panicking.

I'd never seen him before. I didn't have any reason to. But now, unfortunately, I was kind of under him and his orders and was forced to face him.

I stopped in front of the gate (Carlo had given me the address) and before I could take deep calming breaths, the gates opened. I froze. Then I had to start driving if I didn't want to look silly. I didn't get to do that though as two armed men looked through my car.

Guard one who was directly next to my car window frowned. "Who are you?"

"Jordan Miller, Carlo's dealer."

I specifically mentioned Carlo because there were a lot of caporegimes. He was just one of them. Technically, I worked for him and he worked for the boss. Alessandro Maurizio. The don of the Italian Mafia in Chicago.

"You're a girl." Guard two stupidly stated and I felt like stabbing his only good eye. I was irritated at the fact that he was pointing out my gender, yet still dared to call me a girl.

I pursed my lips, not wanting to piss off these guys with my running mouth. Most soldiers in the Mafia were brutal and easily angered, as trained by the boss, so I had to choose my words carefully. "Can you just call Carlo and confirm?"

They exchanged eye contact, communicating with a head nod before Guard two brought out his cell phone and dialed who I assumed was Carlo. His phone call didn't last a minute before he gave another nod to his associate.

Guard one looked puzzled but told me to go on anyway.

Letting out a breath, I drove through the gate and the marble pathway, surrounded by a surprisingly well-trimmed garden.

I didn't stop to look at the varying flowers because I didn't have much time to waste. I rang the doorbell as instructed by Carlo and someone came to lead me inside.

I blinked immediately I stepped inside the place. It was aesthetically pleasing, and again, I didn't have the time to take it in. We walked through a narrow hallway and stopped in front of a door before the man stripped me of my only weapon - my gun.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a dark look from him shut me up as he gestured his head towards the door, indicating for me to go in. Didn't he speak? What was his deal?

The mute man waited till I opened the door and closed it behind me before I heard his footsteps retreat. Turning around to take in the room I just walked into, my breath hitched.

About twenty-five pairs of eyes were staring at me. And they were all male. I could see the confusion swirling in their irises, yet I tried not to let it bother me as I looked for somewhere to stand since all the couches and seats were taken.

"What are you doing here?" One of the men asked and the rest looked at me in anticipation.

"The same thing you're doing," I replied, trying to shrink myself away from them. They were making me feel awkward with the way all their eyes were on me.