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before, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk away from her just because some Mafioso thinks he owns her. You only own what you can keep, and I mean to make her mine.
    “Is that what you want, or are you worried about what the guy in the cheap pinstripes thinks?”
    Her mouth opens in surprise. She didn’t think she’d given it away. “It’s not like that.”
    “It’s not like what?” I ask, leaning in. She doesn’t pull back, but her eyes shift over to her watcher. I can tell she wants me as bad as I want her, but she’s nervous.
    “From what I can tell, there’s only one reason no one’s been trying to take you home tonight.” I put my hand on her knee and rub her soft skin with my thumb. I can see the goosebumps running up her legs in the dim light. “You’ve been claimed by someone you don’t want, and you haven't found a guy with a pair on him large enough to risk taking you home.”
    She smiles coyly, and she takes a quick sip of her drink. “And you think you've got a pair large enough?” she asks with her full lips twisted into a smirk.
    “I know I do.” I run my hand up her thigh to the edge of her dress. She draws in a sharp breath, swelling her breasts. “Come home with me. I promise you the best night you’ve ever had.”
    She takes another delicate sip of her drink as I finish mine. She leans in close to me, turning to give me a better view of her cleavage. I love it when a girl gets playful. She’s making me want to bite. “And what would you do with me if I went home with you?”
    My glass clinks against the copper bar. I lean in close and whisper loud enough in her ear to be heard over the music. “I’m going to tear your clothes off, lick your pussy until you beg for my cock, and then fuck you so hard you’ll never be satisfied with another man again.” She coughs into her drink, and her face flushes a deep red. God, she’s so innocent. She’s never even heard a man willing to tell her what he wants to do with her. No woman this gorgeous should be forced to live like that.
    She puts her drink down, keeping her hands clasped around the glass and turns slightly toward me. “It’s going to get ugly if Pinstripes sees your hand on my thighs.”
    I watch her breathe in as I brush my thumb just under the hem of her dress. “I know you like my hand just where it is.”
    She looks down between her elbows at my hand on her pale thigh. I can feel her trembling beneath my touch. “We can’t all have what we want.”
    “Depends on how badly you want it.” She draws in another sharp breath as I slide my hand a bit farther up her thigh. She turns to face a couple next to us as they grab their drinks and leave the bar. She must be worried that Rizzo will catch a glimpse of my hand on her leg through the shifting crowd.
    “I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” She means it, too. I can see the look of concern in her eyes.
    “How about you give me your name, and promise to pick up where we left off when you’re away from prying eyes?” I take my hand off her thigh and take out my wallet, counting out cash for our drinks.
    She tilts her head and smiles. “It might be a while.”
    I stand up, pushing the stool back toward the bar. “Let me worry about that.”
    She speaks quietly. “My name’s Alessandra.”
    “Name’s Gio.” I grin at her. “Catch you again soon.”

Chapter Four

Alessandra
    T he register slides shut with a loud bang. The janitorial staff left thirty minutes ago. The only people left are Marco and me.
    “Ready to go home, ma’am?” He’s always so formal, even when we're alone. I’ve asked him to stop, but I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get him to change. I know he’s interested in me, but he’s never had the balls to risk my father’s wrath. It’s not that I’m interested in him, but it’d be nice to be noticed once in a while. Instead, everyone's always too scared to approach me. That’s why I couldn’t help but play along