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He fingers me faster, as if no longer having any other rational thoughts, like all that’s on his mind is pleasuring me.

I climb onto his lap, giving no fucks about PDA any longer. I do it to get closer to his cock, to rub against it, through his pants. I’m so wrapped up in the moment that I forget there’s a crowd around us.

So badly, I want to show Julian what he’s missing.

I don’t want him to ever forget this night, forgetme.

I want to ruin him for any other woman.

This man will be mine someday.

My body fires up, pleasure rolling through me like a wave, and I grind on Julian’s hand. My heart beats so hard that I’m waiting for it to burst out of my chest and land in Julian’s lap.

I shut my eyes, biting into his shoulder, and moan out my orgasm.

I’m still controlling my breathing when he slips his fingers out of me.

“You don’t belong here,” he hisses in my ear. “Go back to your galas and fundraisers before you get yourself killed.”

17

Present Day

I bustSlappy in the jaw and then shake out my hand.

Slappy isn’t his real name.

Sometimes, when I don’t know their names, I give them a nickname. This guy earned the nickname because as soon as I walked in, he started slapping himself on the head and calling himself an idiot.

Slappy’s head jerks to the side, and I hear his neck crack.

It doesn’t snap, just cracks.

His glasses fly off his nose and hit the wall. He cries out in agony, blood flying from his mouth.

The son of a bitch deserves every hit.

My men caught him trying to rob two women in the parking lot. He had seen them win a few thousand dollars in the casino and found them as easy targets. I have security guards on every corner of the parking lot, so they easily apprehended and brought him inside. We have a secret room next to security, where we deal with imbeciles like him.

I’m glad he chose to be a scumbag here and not follow them home.

“I just wanted some cash,” he stutters, blood seeping between his teeth. “I’ll never do it again.”

“If you want cash at a casino, you gamble. Not rob.” I grab my pistol, silencer on the end, and raise it to Slappy’s head.

I don’t give him the chance to plead for his life before pulling the trigger.

As soon as the bullet strikes his skull, blood and brain matter splatter onto the walls, him, and the floor. His body slumps to the side before collapsing off the chair. Lying there, in a black hoodie and pants, fitting the wholerobberrole, he looks almost like a bunched-up rug.

“Damn, boss,” Franko says in disappointment. “You took it easy on him.”

“He caught me on the wrong night.” I take off the black tee I put on before coming in here and drop it into a basket labeledF.

TheFstands for fire since we burn any clothes with even a speck of someone else’s blood on them.

I don’t trust washing machines or dry cleaners to get every stain out. The shirt I wore when I killed Genesis’s attorney is in there too. I make a mental reminder to have Franko throw them in the fireplace.

Slappy was lucky I was pressed for time and had to make his punishment quick. I could’ve spent hours torturing him for his stupidity at my business.