Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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The smoke and the smell of alcohol around the room was heavy. The sound of my men and my cousins' voices were the loudest. As well as Julian's brother, Sergio and his cousins. I didn't listen to the fucking nonsense they were talking about. I was too pissed to be on their level.
Today was a shitshow.
And my phone kept ringing with my fathers name on it. If he cared enough about business he would have been there to handle it with me like he used to, but he wasn't.
"Come on, Alessio. Do business later," Rafe mumbled as he leaned on the side of the bar. He looked down at my computer that I had resting on the bar counter. I was the only one sitting over here, watching the footage and trying to think of a plan on what to do next.
We were at eagles club, in one of the private rooms upstairs that overlooked the rest of the club downstairs. There were only men in here with a few women that my cousins brought up and one woman working the bar.
Faye was supposed to be working the bar as well, but she wasn't here.
She was an hour late in fact. As much as I fucking itched to call her I didn't. What she did wasn't my business, even if we kissed in my goddamn car. I had thought that would be enough to get Faye fucking Rameriz out of my system, but she only burned that fire brighter. The best thing to do was keep distance.
Let it die down till I wanted another woman as much as I wanted her. In my bed to be exact.
Fuck, it'd only been a week since I last saw her.
"Hey, Faye. Weren't you supposed to be here a long time ago?" Rafe mumbled drunkenly.
Damnit. I looked up, just as Faye went behind the counter of the bar. I hadn't even seen when she walked in. I was too busy thinking about her.
"I was busy. Now you're cut off from the bar. Go away," she told him, looking even better then she did when she sat in my lap just last week.
She had a black cowboy hat on, just like the rest of the girls working tonight. But on Faye it fit the shape of her face perfectly, her black hair fell down her shoulders pin straight and not wavy like usual. She wasn't wearing what the other girls were wearing though, only a black tiny leather skirt that gave me all the wrong ideas and a black top that brought out the paleness of her skin.
"One more drink?" Rafe asked, leaning against the bar he winked at her, giving her one of his smirks that had all his women in the center of his palm.
All us Bertelli's had it. The ability to get any woman we wanted with just a look in our eyes.
But with Faye. It was different. Our charm didn't work well on her like others.
She rolled her eyes at him, like I thought she would. "Get out of here." She muttered, picking up glasses and putting them on a tray.
