Dominic

Chapter 3 (Just revised)

Dominic

I had noticed the Camaro in front of us and couldn't help be suspicious of it's presence here,  so I asked Carlo to find out who the car belonged to and what their business with my mother was. 

 The gate security said her name was Camille Devereaux and she was there at the behest of my mother for a ten o'clock appointment.  My interest was piqued now wondering what kind of woman would be driving a car like that. 

 "Carlo, drive a little slower; give the woman a chance to get out first" I instructed. 

 "You got it, boss" the man replied.  The car pulled all the way around our circular drive and came to a stop, a few seconds later the door opened and I felt like I'd been stabbed with something.  The woman was beautiful; dressed in a tight black skirt, white blouse and heels that I could imagine being on my shoulders.  Jesus, what is wrong with me?  My pants tightened uncomfortably as I continued to stare at her; she wore her hair up and was sporting a sexy pair of glasses on her pretty face. 

 "Merda (shit)" Carlo gasped as the woman leaned back into her car to grab her bag; even in the black skirt you could tell she had a gorgeous ass.  He watched her walk towards the door as Francis opened it to welcome her.  Now Francis was only 5"11' so he made her look little kid size; he watched them interact, go in and shut the door.

Beni got out and opened my door.  

"What you thinkin, boss?" he asked, his brows knitted together.  He knew me almost better than I knew myself and he was aware that this girl had gotten to me. 

 "I'm thinking I need to know more about her" I replied.  

He nodded and replied "You got it."  As we stepped into my childhood home I heard my mother conversing with someone in Italian and couldn't believe when I rounded the corner, going into the kitchen, it was the woman from the car.  

Her accent was spot on and she was very fluent; spoke it almost as well as I did.  I studied her more closely, like a lion crouching in the tall grass before it pounces.  I figured she had to be right around 5' or 5'1", no taller, her laugh tinkled like a little glass bell and I had noticed already she had a habit of biting her lower lip, which I found incredibly sexy.  It was time to meet this beautiful lady.

I cleared my throat, announcing my presence in the room.  Both women turned to face me as I walked towards my mother but my eyes glued to the stranger. 

 "Dominic, darling" my mother gushed, making me inwardly roll my eyes.  

"Good morning, mom" I replied with a kiss to her cheek. 

 "Darling I want you to meet Camille Devereaux.  Camille this is my son, Dominic.  Camille is catering my ladies brunch next week and she graciously came so we could iron out the details" my mother explained.  

The woman stuck out a tiny hand towards me; how could I resist getting to touch her?  

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Giossi" she said professionally.  Damn her skin was so soft but she had a lot of strength in that grip, don't let her size fool you. 

 "Dominic, please" I said smoothly.  "And the pleasure is all mine" I said kissing the top of her hand.  It made my year when she blushed.

"Ms. Devereaux, do you mind if I borrow my mother for just a moment?" I asked politely.

  "Not at all" she responded as her phone rang.  "I'll just take this call and be back with you shortly" she said walking forward a little.  

You can imagine my surprise when she started to speak fluent French!  How many languages did she know? 

 I took my mother's elbow and led her into the other room, turned and asked her "What do you know about this woman?"  

She raised her eyebrow, smiled and said "I know she's got a stellar reputation.  She's 28 and been in New York for eight years.  She's from San Francisco and left there at the age of 20 when her father passed away.  Her mother abandoned them when she was 2.  Her business partner's name is Cassie and they co-own Coffeecakes in Little Italy" she finished proudly. 

 I smirked at her knowing very good and well she knew that she'd impressed me.  I was always getting on to her for hiring people, etc. and not thoroughly checking them out first.  Our family had to be careful about who we did business with.

"Come" I said gently.  "Let's not make your guest have to wait any longer than necessary."  We walked back in and found her just staring contentedly out the window waiting for us.  She turned and smiled when she heard us return.  I vowed then and there that she would smile at me like that and soon. 

 "Ladies" I addressed them.  "I must take my leave for now.  Mom, we're still on for lunch?" I asked.  She nodded and kissed my cheek before walking off with Camille.  As they were walking I saw her look quickly back over her shoulder with a small smile spreading across her face.  

The wheels were turning fast and furious on how I could insinuate myself more into her life.  That would have to wait though, business first.  I walked into my father's study, which was now mine, to find Beni, Carlo and Dante waiting for me.

"Boss, Fino is just waitin for orders" he said handing me his phone. 

 "Fino, I want you to start with breaking his fingers first.  If he still doesn't spill, start removing his teeth and if that doesn't break him, I will leave it up to you, either way, you let him know why loyalty is important in this family and why you don't fuck with me" I said through my gritted teeth.  

I never had a problem getting my hands dirty but why would I have to when I have Fino?  He's ruthless, cunning and cold; he understands loyalty and what it means when you break that loyalty.  You don't fuck with my clubs, my employees, especially the women employees, my cash flow or the alliances that I worked so hard to build.  Everyone knew that I would end you for these transgressions.