Devil's Daughter

Chapter 4

Blake's pov:

The whiskey from the glass in front of me transfers to my mouth as I hold the glass up to my mouth. The alcohol burns my throat and it for some reason brings comfort to me.

My head snaps towards my door as I hear someone knocking. I throw my head back in annoyance thinking it's one of my bodyguards but when I hear a sweet voice from other side a smirk appears on my face.

"Boss, can I come in?" The bartender, Alice, says.

"Come in beautiful." I smirk.

The door opens revealing a short brunette. She's wearing a cropped shirt and a short skirt that leaves a little to the imagination. She flashes me a smirk before walking over to me swaying her hips on purpose as she walks.

I place the glass in my hand on my desk before pushing my chair from out of my desk enough to have my legs in a man spread as I watch the brunette stands in front of me looking down.

"Come here." I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her into my lap. She gasps surprised her hands going to my shoulders. My hands find their way to her now exposed thighs due to her skirt riding up a little bit. "You're so hot."

A moan slips past her lips as my lips find her neck and I begin kissing and sucking all over it.
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I pull my t-shirt over my head as Alice puts her skirt back on.

"Get me another drink please." I say motioning to the empty bottle of whiskey on my desk.

"Don't you think you had enough?" She questions.

"Get me another drink." I repeat and she sighs nodding her head before leaving the room.

My office door opens again and I sigh in relief when I see Jay walk through it. "Blake we got a problem."

"What's up?" I ask.

"The Smiths are fucking up again." He grits.

"For fucks sake." I groan.

The Smiths are not necessarily a mafia they are just a really powerful family that does a lot of messed up shit. The only thing D'Angelo's and us Duartes can agree on is that we hate Smiths.

Gerald Smith the father of the family is the worst of them all. He will take any chance to make my life a living hell. After all he is the reason I went to prison. His men managed to get a video of me negotiating a drug deal and 2 days later I was in jail.

My sentence was supposed to be much longer than 2 years but one good thing about having your older brother as a lawyer is that he will fight for you even when you are in prison. And he fought day and night and somehow my sentence was only reduced to 2 years. No one knows how he did it and to be honest I don't care.

"What did they do?" I ask.

"Nothing yet but they are planning something." Jay expresses.

"How do you know?"

"The recording device we managed to place in Gerald's office picked up something about turning D'Angelo's against Duartes really soon." Jay explains and I scoff.

"He's a bit too late for that. We already hate each other." I chuckle.

"No, no this is big. Like he said something about Lily, I don't know who that is b-"

"Wait, wait Lily D'Angelo?" I cut him off.

"Yeah maybe, I don't know."

"Shit." I sigh.

I reach for my phone opening it to Valentina's contact. Yes I have her contact how else do you think we make deals? We are enemies but I would never want her family in danger. I'm not a monster.

Valentina
We need to talk