BlackHeart

Sneak peek | Sophia De Luca

Author's Note: Sophia De Luca is getting her own full length story! It's called Sins of my Father and starting June 4th you can read her story on my Patreon! Here's a sneak peek...

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"You can go in to see him now," the woman at the front desk addressed me. She was well put together in her simple chignon and classic lady suit, but the unbusy office on a Thursday afternoon didn't go unnoticed by me.

I was sitting in the waiting room reading a magazine with one leg crossed over the other. I glanced up at the woman and flung the rag mag onto the side table I'd grabbed it from.

This prick has kept me waiting for almost 20 minutes when he's the one who set up this meeting time. Classic manipulation tactic. Take control of when and where he'll see you and then make you wait on him so he feels he's got all the power.

Its disrespect at its finest. I'll make him regret it.

I'm what's known as a Mafia Princess. My brother is the current boss of New York City's Italian mob. And before him, my father was the former Don. As a daughter who grew up in the lifestyle I live up to my family name. Don't let the terminology of 'princess' fool you into thinking of vapid spoiled rich girls. We are not so easily messed with.

I dressed for today's occasion. Call me a sexy office siren. I'm in a tight pencil skirt and red bottoms and I wasn't coy when choosing the cut of my top and the cleavage it allows me. With the fit of the skirt my hips swung when I walked.

The woman at the front desk escorted me down a long corridor that held pretentious art. It's light marble floors made our approach obvious. She gave a short knock before opening the door and waving me inside without entering herself. I thanked the woman and stepped in.

The man behind the desk isn't worth mentioning in name. He's clean cut. It's giving: Ken doll vibes and not in a good way.

"Sophia, welcome. Please have a seat" the asshole smirked and waved to the leather chair positioned across from him. This is all an act on civility and honestly a waste of my time. I sat down anyway. We have important matters to discuss.

The office space is classic catalog style if not slightly outdated. He's entirely unoriginal.

"Let's cut to the chase, dick" I crossed my leg and flicked my hair over my shoulder. I saw the man's eyes drop down to my chest as I figured he would. Men are so easy.

"You called me to threaten me, correct?" I asked him. That brought his eyes back up to my face. The man split into a grin and sucked his teeth at me.

"Now, now. Don't say it like that" he taunted me with a gentle but cocky tone of voice. I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on my lap in poised posture. He was confident and he leaned forward to prop his arms on his desk without moving his straightened spine. It made him look constipated instead of self assured. Douchebag.

"I presented you with a choice. A business proposal, really. Let me show you the incentive you may have to agree to this. It's simple" he stated, pulling his phone from the inner coat pocket of his brown suit. When he slid it across the desk I knew what I'd see but I watched it anyway. A video. Of us. Having sex.

I didn't know he had a camera in his bedroom. He never told me. He creepily recorded me without my permission and now he's blackmailing me with it. The dick who shall not be named is a 'respectable' businessman. A wealthy man. Or he was. Looks like he's having a bit of work troubles and needs a money bail out. I knew none of this when I agreed to sleep with him.

We met at a bar, he was hot, he was flirting the whole night, we left together. Classic Sophia stuff. He presented a false narrative with his expensive suit and flashy watch. At the time I hadn't realized I was chosen as a target because he'd seemed well off. He knows I'm wealthy for sure and thought he'd corner me into giving him money in exchange for the sex tape.