Lucifer: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Sinsations Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Jessi Talbot
welcome to Sinsations.”
“Hi, I hate to bug you but I was wondering who I’d need to talk to about getting a job as a server.”
She pointed towards the back of the casino. “All the way back and to the left. You’ll see a door marked ‘Employees Only.’ Hit the buzzer, let them know you want to apply for a job, and they’ll buzz you in.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
“Good luck,” she said, heading towards an older man sitting at a slot machine waving an empty glass in his hand.
I walked past the spot where the fight had happened, remembering the rage I saw on Lucifer’s face as he snapped that guy’s arm. My steps faltered. I stopped. Could I really do this? Could I work for a man like that?
Get a grip, Kris. You’re going to be working for him. Not fucking him. Not anymore. This isn’t even remotely close to the shit you left behind.
I nodded to myself and started walking again. It wasn’t a matter of if I
could
do this. I
needed
to do this.
Chapter 5: Lucifer
I climbed the stairs back up to the second floor, adrenaline still racing through my veins. Damn it! Who did that little prick think he was messing with? All I had wanted to do was walk around my casino, enjoying what I had built from the ground up. Sinsations was one of the hottest spots on the Strip, and it was mine. I deserved to enjoy it. I also deserved to enjoy sexy Krista again, but that plan got blown to hell. Too bad my cock didn’t realize that. I was still sporting wood thinking about that fine ass in those tight jeans.
I got to the top of the stairs and headed for my office, walking past Olivia’s desk. “Hold my calls. No visitors. I need a drink.”
“Luc,” she said quickly, “there’s –”
I was already inside with the door closed when I realized she was trying to tell me someone was in my office. Fuck me. I did not need this right now.
A heavyset man with gray curly hair that was going thin on top was sitting behind my desk. He had already helped himself to some of my scotch, too. Any other man would be within minutes of losing his life. This was not any other man, though. I slapped on a smile that I really didn’t feel like making. “Uncle Vinny, what brings you to Vegas?”
Uncle Vinny, known to non-relatives as Vincent Libonati, my father’s brother… and the Consigliere for the Libonati family, rose to his feet and came around my desk, the glass of scotch still clutched firmly in his hand. He gave me a one-armed hug, smiling at me. He nodded towards the door. “Saw a bit of the action down there. You still got it, kid.”
“That was nothing. Just a punk who thought he was tough.” I walked to the bar, poured myself a glass of scotch, and then went to my desk and reclaimed my chair before my uncle could get too comfortable in it.
He grinned at me, noticing the move, and sat on the leather sofa, looking around the office. “You got a nice place here, Lucky.”
“I don’t go by that name anymore.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Luc still okay?”
I nodded.
“Well,
Luc
, you got a nice place here.”
“Thank you,” I said, trying – and failing – to keep the pride out of my voice. When it came to my family, you never let them know what was close to your heart. They had a habit of using what you had against you. It’s one of the reasons I was here instead of back home in Chicago.
Uncle Vinny sat back, crossing his legs as he sipped his scotch. He looked relaxed. He was smiling. Everything seemed peachy. But his eyes were hard. “You know how you got this nice place, Luc?”
I took a drink of scotch, matching his stare. “I built it. With my money.”
Vinny shook his head. “No. With
our
money. With family money.”
I leaned forward. “No. With
my
money. Money I earned taking care of family business.”
Vinny waved my statement away. “Fine, it’s not really about the money. You remember the little talk you had with your dad before hauling ass to Vegas?”
Fuck. I knew this day would
“Hi, I hate to bug you but I was wondering who I’d need to talk to about getting a job as a server.”
She pointed towards the back of the casino. “All the way back and to the left. You’ll see a door marked ‘Employees Only.’ Hit the buzzer, let them know you want to apply for a job, and they’ll buzz you in.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
“Good luck,” she said, heading towards an older man sitting at a slot machine waving an empty glass in his hand.
I walked past the spot where the fight had happened, remembering the rage I saw on Lucifer’s face as he snapped that guy’s arm. My steps faltered. I stopped. Could I really do this? Could I work for a man like that?
Get a grip, Kris. You’re going to be working for him. Not fucking him. Not anymore. This isn’t even remotely close to the shit you left behind.
I nodded to myself and started walking again. It wasn’t a matter of if I
could
do this. I
needed
to do this.
Chapter 5: Lucifer
I climbed the stairs back up to the second floor, adrenaline still racing through my veins. Damn it! Who did that little prick think he was messing with? All I had wanted to do was walk around my casino, enjoying what I had built from the ground up. Sinsations was one of the hottest spots on the Strip, and it was mine. I deserved to enjoy it. I also deserved to enjoy sexy Krista again, but that plan got blown to hell. Too bad my cock didn’t realize that. I was still sporting wood thinking about that fine ass in those tight jeans.
I got to the top of the stairs and headed for my office, walking past Olivia’s desk. “Hold my calls. No visitors. I need a drink.”
“Luc,” she said quickly, “there’s –”
I was already inside with the door closed when I realized she was trying to tell me someone was in my office. Fuck me. I did not need this right now.
A heavyset man with gray curly hair that was going thin on top was sitting behind my desk. He had already helped himself to some of my scotch, too. Any other man would be within minutes of losing his life. This was not any other man, though. I slapped on a smile that I really didn’t feel like making. “Uncle Vinny, what brings you to Vegas?”
Uncle Vinny, known to non-relatives as Vincent Libonati, my father’s brother… and the Consigliere for the Libonati family, rose to his feet and came around my desk, the glass of scotch still clutched firmly in his hand. He gave me a one-armed hug, smiling at me. He nodded towards the door. “Saw a bit of the action down there. You still got it, kid.”
“That was nothing. Just a punk who thought he was tough.” I walked to the bar, poured myself a glass of scotch, and then went to my desk and reclaimed my chair before my uncle could get too comfortable in it.
He grinned at me, noticing the move, and sat on the leather sofa, looking around the office. “You got a nice place here, Lucky.”
“I don’t go by that name anymore.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Luc still okay?”
I nodded.
“Well,
Luc
, you got a nice place here.”
“Thank you,” I said, trying – and failing – to keep the pride out of my voice. When it came to my family, you never let them know what was close to your heart. They had a habit of using what you had against you. It’s one of the reasons I was here instead of back home in Chicago.
Uncle Vinny sat back, crossing his legs as he sipped his scotch. He looked relaxed. He was smiling. Everything seemed peachy. But his eyes were hard. “You know how you got this nice place, Luc?”
I took a drink of scotch, matching his stare. “I built it. With my money.”
Vinny shook his head. “No. With
our
money. With family money.”
I leaned forward. “No. With
my
money. Money I earned taking care of family business.”
Vinny waved my statement away. “Fine, it’s not really about the money. You remember the little talk you had with your dad before hauling ass to Vegas?”
Fuck. I knew this day would