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She starts to move. She is nowhere as good as Molly. Not even close. But she clearly has some skill.

My gaze drifts away to the dance floor. Business is paused while Nicolo gets his little treat. I’m going to have to wait until it is over.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and stare at the screen. It’s Riccardo.

‘Where are you? I can see you are not in the flat.’

Fuck.

Talk about shitty timing.

‘I’m at Carlo’s club having a drink. Be back soon. Molly is behaving.’

Sticking as close to the truth as possible is always the best bet. No point in getting caught in unnecessary lies.Somebody might have seen me walk in here. It is the entire reason why we are meeting somewhere that should raise no questions.

The message goes straight to seen. Three little dots appear immediately.

‘I can see Molly’s behavior for myself. I asked what you are doing.’

My stomach twists. My heart is pounding so fast it is making my hands shake.

I hold up my phone and snap a picture of Amy’s glittery ass, mid lap dance. All that can be seen of Nicolo is his trousers.

I send it to Rick.‘Needed to burn off some steam. Won’t be long.’

Wanting adult entertainment is a plausible reason for sloping off. I’m not Riccardo’s slave. He shouldn’t be shocked that I’m not at the apartment twenty-four seven. Men have needs and all that.

The message shows as seen. No dots appear. He is leaving me on read.

I don’t care. I only care that I pulled it off and he believes me. Please, God, let me have pulled that off. The very last thing I need is Riccardo being suspicious of me.

Molly’s life depends on it.

Chapter thirty-one

Molly

Iread the text from Rick again. Just in case I was hallucinating the first seven times I read it.

I’ve already replied. My fingers typed out a,Yes, Daddy,before I had even read the message. It was automatic. Muscle memory. Obedience so ingrained into my psyche that I don’t even need to think about it.

Now my mind is trying to process it. Shit. I really, really don’t know what to think about this request. I definitely don’t know how to feel about it.

Blindly, I walk out of my room. My feet are taking me to Dario. My anchor in any storm.

And it is a good idea. If I go to Dario, I don’t need to find the words to explain this text. I can just show it to him. Let it speak for itself.

I step into the living area. Dario is standing by the breakfast bar, on the living room side. There is a plate of neatly cut apple slices by his side, and a scowl on his face as he glares at his phone.

“He sent you the same message, then?” I ask.

Dario grunts something that sounds like a yes. He doesn’t look up from his phone.

I glance towards the balcony. “Do you think he knows?”

“No!” Dario’s voice is sharp and urgent. His head snaps up to fix me with an intense look. “He is just an asshole.”

I huff out a breath. “He isn’t bored with stationary shots. He doesn’t want you to film me for his own personal porno for no reason.”