Bridgett Smith is in a desperate search for the man who killed her father.
She's killed many men in the way and she is not afraid to kill more.
Given the opportunity to work at a club with many mobsters going there she takes it.
Until she meets h...
I would be absolutely lying when I say I wasn't pushed aback when I saw Bridgett Smith walk into my club.
I'd been tracking her for years, how did I not know about this? I usually let Addison control the hiring but I'm slightly surprised of Bridgett coming this close, unless she didn't know I own the club or when I walked up to her she truly had no clue who I was.
Which is truly hilarious. I obviously know what she's done. She's killed quite a few of my loyal men refusing to tell her where my dead father is.
He died a few years ago, given a risky mission he left and was sent back to us completely ripped apart. So now I'm the boss.
I have no idea why she's looking for my father. I just took a certain interested upon her. You could say I like following pretty things. And she turns me on. I didn't know I could do that anymore, considering I truly don't feel like a real person anymore. Like a broken light switch that finally turned on.
Hmm.
I call Grace, my assistant, in my office.
Grace
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She's wearing light brown trousers and a white blouse, a silver necklace hanging on her neck. "Hmm?"
"I need your help." I request. "I want you to keep an eye on Bridgett Smith."
She looks down at her iPad for a moment. "The new bartender at the club?"
I nod.
"Yes sir." She says and walks out of the office, excusing herself.
Next I see Beavis and Butthead themselves walk into my office and I quite literally groan out loud.
Thomas and Zander have been the closest thing I've had to friends. But oddly enough I get quite tired of them for the most part.
Zander shoots me a mock salute. "Hello James."
I look up at them. I haven't had enough caffeine for this. "Is this the part where you tell me about your hookups." More of a statement then a question.
"Shooting straight to the point hmm?" Thomas deadpans. "What stick is lodged up your tight ass today?"
"I don't wack around the bush or whatever it is." I mutter.
Zander laughs. "Don't use English terminology, it won't end well with your high and mighty,Italian ass."
I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair. "Okay dumb and dumber what do you need?"
They exchange a glance. And it's Thomas who says it. "Who were you talking to at the bar last night? Did you know how you were looking at her? Like you wanted to pick her up and take her away like her Prince Charming."
I sigh. "That's none of your concern. She's no one you should worry, or think about for that matter."
"Okay, so does that mean she's up for the grabs because she's like totally hot and she talks all sophisticated and shit." Xander says.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You talked to her?"
"Jealous?" He frowns.
"No, you just shouldn't. She's dangerous." She'll eat you up and then spit you out is what I don't say to him.
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Addison called me and told me it was an emergency. I'm currently sitting in a room with Addison, Bridgett, and the waitstaff.
I run a hand over my face. "What do you mean you saw a Rossi? There is no chance. If they need business done in the United States they send someone. It is to risky for them to leave Italy unattended."
"I could've sworn I saw him! His jacket looked like it was three million dollars." Addison says.
"There's no possibility-"
"I saw him. I would've noticed that face anywhere." Bridgett cuts me off.
I raise an eyebrow. "And how exactly would you have any idea?"
She grins. "I've taken a trip to Italy before. Considering he was my mother's godfather."
This. This is a new piece of information.
I clear my throat. "You mean to tell me, you have relations to my greatest enemy?"
"Is that a problem?" She asks, tilting her head.
"Addison, can you guys excuse us, please?"
Addison and the staff get up and walk out of the room, leaving Bridgett and I completely alone.
I stand up and walk over to her, pinning her into the wall.
"Did you come here to spy on us, amore mio? Give the information to your grand daddy would that make him happy, my love?" I growl.
She frowns. "He's not my grand daddy, idiota."
My nostrils are flared. "Say that again I liked it."
She narrows her eyes and I lean over her my face not two inches from her neck. "What have you done?"
She laughs.
"You don't want to know what I've had to do to be here. And I won't apologize for it. I'd do it all over again just to experience the thrill." She says, her eyes wide.
I trace my finger along her jawline. "You think I don't know what you have done?"
"What's your name?" She asks ignoring me.
"Why would I tell you? I'm your boss, you can call me that." I answer.
She grabs my arm and pushes me back into the opposite wall. She looks irritated, it's cute. "You got it, boss."
She says and walks out.
This dynamic is certainly going to be interesting. But I'm ready for it. I have no idea how she'll react when she realizes who my father was.
But there are more pressing issues at hand. Antonio Rossi is in this city. And that is a great issue. I now have no idea what to do. Bridgett has left my mind blank and that isn't good.
What's she's doing to me isn't acceptable. She makes me want things, need things, that I shouldn't have.
I'm going to be ruined. And the worst part is I am completely ready for it. Unless I change something, I'm on the road for complete and utter failure.
It isn't going to work.
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