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wanna take care of that, boy.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Take one and do her. It’s one of the perks of the job.”
    “Are you kidding?”
    “No man. Pay them and they’ll do anything you want.” As if to prove his point, Jimmy reached for the first girl who’d made her way over to him. He disappeared with her behind the red velvet curtain.
    Lucien should take one; maybe by fucking her he’d forget the softness of Darcy’s skin, the silkiness of her hair, the way she made small love noises when he sank into her the countless times they’d made love in those few incredible weeks before she’d ripped out his fucking heart. Maybe he’d forget how he had given her everything he had to give and it wasn’t enough. The fact that he still thought of her disgusted him and it was that more than anything that made him walk behind the curtain to find Jimmy with the girl kneeling in front of him, his hands fisted in her hair. Lucien watched them with a detached callousness.
    When Jimmy came, he grunted as he continued to push into her mouth, and then he pulled from her, wiped himself on her shoulder, and zipped up. He reached into his pocket and flicked a few twenties from his pile at the girl. Without a word to either of them, he turned and walked away. The girl didn’t seem to care as she stuffed the cash into her G-string before she stood up.
    She moved her hands up her body and squeezed her own tits before lifting one to her mouth and wrapping her lips around the nipple. Her eyes stayed on Lucien as she started sucking, then she purred, “Want a turn?”
    Darcy’s face filled his mind, and, wanting to rid himself of her, he took the two steps to the girl. His hand slipped between her legs where he pushed one finger roughly inside her. When he added a second finger to the first, she moaned and bit her lip. He worked her with his fingers as his mouth closed over her other tit, sucking that peak deep as he fought to exorcise the one who haunted him.
    He pushed the girl down on her knees, almost insane with the need to be free of his memories.
    “Take it out,” he demanded, and she didn’t hesitate as her fingers nimbly undid his fly. When her hand wrapped around his dick, he growled, “ Open your mouth.”
    She was practically panting as her mouth opened for him. He stifled a moan when her lips closed around him and she pulled him in deep. She worked him, her tongue running up the length of him before she sucked him halfway down her throat. He grabbed her hair as his hips rocked back and forth, but instead of losing himself in the moment, all he could see was Darcy. When he came, the experience left him empty. The girl licked her lips before she stood; despite the fact that the encounter was unsatisfying, he reached for his wallet.
    She touched his arm and smiled. “That was a freebie for the new kid.”
    And then she sauntered off. He watched as she walked away with an emotion he wasn’t too eager to examine roiling in his gut. If you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. One of Sister Anne’s favorite expressions. Trouble was, he was beginning to think that he was the dog. He silently cursed Darcy as he made his way to the owner’s office.
    Mr. Santucci looked like a cliché of an Italian mob boss. He was big, tall, and thick, and hairy as hell. As soon as Lucien entered, Mr. Santucci looked up from his desk, a stogie clenched in his teeth.
    “You the new kid?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You know the deal?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good. You get pinched, you keep your fucking mouth shut, feel me?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ll spring you, we’re a family, but only if you keep your mouth shut.”
    “Got it.”
    “You get a trial run. If that works, I’ll expand your route. Stay loyal to me and I’ll be loyal to you. We got a deal?” He reached his big, meaty hand across his desk, nodding at his bodyguards as if to indicate Lucien could approach without being shot. Lucien didn’t hesitate to step up and shake the