Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

Opening up the spreadsheet on my computer, I scan through the list of names of those I invited. Those who possess the type of money needed to participate. "Who have you heard from?"

He begins to rattle off names. "Gino, of course. First one to respond. The Mendoninos. They always splurge. A few assorted businessmen of distinct taste," Eitan says.

I turn the monitor towards him and push the keyboard in his direction. "Just check off everyone you've spoken with."

Eitan taps at the keyboard while I massage away the headache in my temples. When he's done, I notice over three-quarters of the list have agreed to come. And high rollers as well. This might be the most lucrative year yet. But there's still too many moving parts that we need to handle.

"What about the venue?"

Eitan leans back in his chair and crosses his legs. "Checked it out myself. The downstairs room is very secure, with two emergency exits if we need to get away. Access to the club upstairs. Cops shouldn't know what's going on. Staff has been instructed properly; discretion, as always, being the better part of valor. No tolerance for violence on the evening as well."

"Good," I say.

Thank God for Eitan. The man has been with the Lavrins for a long time, since my father was a boy. He knows the ins and outs of our business as well as I do.

"What about the girls?"

Eitan blows out a long breath and runs his hand through the thinning salt-and-pepper hair on top of his head. "The Travoras are managing that aspect of the evening's operations. They assure me there will be no problems. But ..." He raises an eyebrow. "I've heard rumors of some struggles on that front."

My neck tightens in response to his answer. "What's the issue?"

"Supply, as usual. And apparently, some issues with a trade partner in the Eastern European block. There are always the drug addicts and runaways. But the pickings are slim and some of these girls ... not worth putting them up on stage," Eitan says. "I've sent men across the border in Canada to see what they can find," he adds.

"Good. Just make sure to keep on top of them. Last thing I need is for one of them to fuck up and get the FBI involved."

"I'll station some of the men in the club on the evening of the event. One never knows what may straggle in at the last minute." Eitan winks and folds his hands in his lap. "There is one last matter I want to address. You have an eager lieutenant, Augustin Molotov, who shows a lot of promise. He's chomping at the bit for more responsibility."

I tap my forefinger to my lips. "Molotov? I think I know the name."

"He handled the drug issue with one of Gino's men last month," Eitan says.

"Yes, that's right. Kid did a good job keeping the peace and getting our money." I click on the computer screen and open up my calendar. I'm more than happy to delegate some responsibility to those looking for it. "We have the Greeks delivering the weapons shipment next week. Let Augustin handle it. But make sure he understands how we run our business. And make sure he understands the consequences if he fucks up."

Eitan nods.

Weapons shipments aren't as easy as they look on TV. Something always goes wrong. Forget about the cops; half the time it's Mother Nature and her moody weather interfering with schedules. And once those schedules fuck up, all the precautions put in place get fucked up as well. Then there's the seller who always decides to haggle last minute, and of course that just ends with a dead body I have to get rid of.

"Be on call in case Augustin runs into any issues. The kid hasn't had to dispose of a body for us yet. First time's always messy, but there's no need to reinvent the wheel. You know how we clean up our messes."

"Understood." Eitan stands and pulls on his jacket to straighten it. "Have a good night, Nikita. I'll keep you updated."

"Good night, Eitan."

Eitan turns and walks out the door. Finally, some alone time.

But just as I start to lean back in my chair, there's yet another knock at the door. These interruptions are putting me in a foul mood.

"Nikita." Sophia pokes her head into the office. "May I come in?"

Sophia is one of my earlier purchases. She wasn't a runaway or a drug addict. No, she was an abused housewife looking for safety, though I'm still unsure what type of safety she felt a sex auction would offer. She's smart and drop-dead gorgeous. Even the skintight blue dress that shows off all her assets doesn't do her justice. And when I laid eyes on her, when I saw the mottled bruises circling her nose, I wasn't letting anyone else purchase her. And I'm glad I didn't. It doesn't hurt that the blonde can suck cock like her life depends on it. And she's been invaluable at keeping the rest of my harem in line.

"What do you need?" I'm so tired tonight. Weariness blankets me.

Sophia steps into the room and closes the door behind her. She's been with me for the past four years, and for the past three years she's been in charge of my harem girls. She knows when my door is closed not to bother me, so if she's poking her head in, something might need my immediate attention.

"It's Thursday." She smiles as she glides toward me, her long tan legs covering the distance fast.

Fuck.

"Ah. Right. I completely forgot. Eitan had me so busy with some upcoming business," I tell her.

"I figured. You look really stressed." Sophia stands behind me and runs her hands over my shoulders. "Maybe a quick massage while I update you on the girls?"

I'm not going to argue with her. My shoulders are tense, and Sophia is a licensed massage therapist, with skilled hands. She's one of the few in my harem I allow to run a business-as long as I get a cut.

Sophia's hands begin kneading my aching muscles and I let out a sigh. She giggles and then gets right to business. "The heat in the room on the third floor isn't working. Tina mentioned it to Vinny, but he slapped her and never fixed it. I stopped by and the place is freezing. I mean, isn't part of his job to be the super for any of the apartments the girls are in?"

"I'll talk to Vinny."

Sophia's hands travel down my chest, her nails grazing over my nipples. While I'm totally okay with a relaxing massage, sex is out of the question right now. I stir in my chair, attempting to sit up straight.

"Also, Lori was upset. Cried about how Vinny and Tommy beat some old man up at the little market down the street earlier. She said the old man looked dead." Sophia leans forward, pressing her ample breasts against my head as her hands extended down my abdomen.

I cringe. The old man.

I push myself out of the chair, away from Sophia's kneading hands, and pace around the room, running my fingers through my hair. Every nerve in my body fires and my blood boils. Fuck. Why couldn't the old man just pay? Why'd he have to wait until last minute to say anything? But I can't be weak. Not with everyone looking. I have no fucking choice.

Sophia walks up to me and presses her body against mine. Her fingernails gently scrape against my scalp as she licks her full lips. "Nikita, you're stressed. Let me take care of you."

Her hand runs over my dick and she holds my gaze. But I'm not interested. Not tonight, not with everything going on. Not with an old man-a man who looked to be about my father's age-lying beat up in the street. "Sophia, not tonight. If there's anything else about the girls, tell me now. Otherwise, you can go."