Dante: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Sinsations Book 2) by Jessi Talbot Page A
Authors: Jessi Talbot
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intruders raised his gun. The intruder was spun around as he fired, a wet, red flower blooming on his shirt. Alyosha gasped, slumping against me, as if he had suddenly decided to take a nap. I looked over at him.
* * *
Now…
I jerked awake and sat up in bed quickly, my body covered in a cold sweat. Damn it. This was the third night in a row that I’d had that fucking dream. It had taken years, and plenty of booze and drugs, to make them go away before, and now, for some unknown reason, they were back.
I crawled out of bed and strode into the kitchen, not bothering with clothes. I lived alone so what did it matter? I hadn’t even had any women over this week, living like a fucking priest. Too much other shit going on. I grabbed the scotch out of the liquor cabinet, spun the cap off, and turned the bottle up, welcoming the burn as the liquid fire ran down my throat.
I was lying to myself. I knew exactly why the nightmare had returned. Because I did something I said I’d never do. I took control. Lucifer and Krista had left three days ago to go on their honeymoon, and Luc had turned over the reins of his casino to me. Sinsations was in my hands. The hottest casino and hotel on the Vegas Strip, brought from dream to reality by my best friend, was under my control. Not that there was anything that really had to be done. My job was basically to walk around and be the face of Sinsations, to make sure everyone was having a good time.
But I hated being in charge, hated being in a position where I could control others, hated having to make decisions for others. The last time I had been in charge of someone else, I had chosen a gardenia bush as a hiding place.
No, at six-feet, four-inches tall, I preferred to be the muscle. Let someone else call the shots. It was better that way. Better for me. Better for everybody.
I took another drink from the bottle, glanced at the clock on the microwave. Four o’ clock in the morning. Holy hell. I put the cap back on the bottle and sat it on the shelf. No reason to put it back in the cabinet. I’d probably need it again tomorrow morning.
After a quick shower, I put on my suit, ran a hand through my still-wet hair, and headed out, taking the elevator down to the main casino floor. One of the perks of the job was a rent-free suite at Sinsations’ hotel. When Luc had first mentioned the arrangement, I had complained, telling him I didn’t need any damn handouts, but, as usual, he didn’t back down, saying it made sense for the head of security to live on the premises in case there were any problems. I couldn’t argue with his logic… and it was a damn nice suite.
“Hi, Dante.”
As I stepped off the elevator, I smiled and nodded at Trixie, one of Sinsations many ‘angels,’ cocktail servers wearing too-tiny outfits that showed off their ample curves, complete with feathery angel wings. Luc milked his name for all it was worth, calling Sinsations heaven on earth and always flashing a devilish smile when asking people where else but Sin City would Lucifer set up shop?
“Hi, Trixie. How ya doing?”
She flashed me a devilish smile of her own. “I’m as fine as wine.” She winked. “And I’m willing to prove it when my shift ends in thirty minutes.”
I held up my hands in mock surrender as I walked by. “You’re too much woman for me, Trixie. You know that.”
She laughed, shrugging her shoulders and making her wings flap. “If you decide you want a taste of heaven, you know where to find me.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I went upstairs to Luc’s office. Trixie had only been working here a week and she had already let me know numerous times that she was up for a little fun. I dragged my fingertips across the wood of Olivia’s empty desk as I walked by. Poor Trixie had rotten timing. Maybe she’d get lucky in two weeks, when Luc got back. I glanced at Olivia’s desk as I swiped the keycard to unlock the office door. Maybe.
Chapter 2: Olivia
I stared at the
* * *
Now…
I jerked awake and sat up in bed quickly, my body covered in a cold sweat. Damn it. This was the third night in a row that I’d had that fucking dream. It had taken years, and plenty of booze and drugs, to make them go away before, and now, for some unknown reason, they were back.
I crawled out of bed and strode into the kitchen, not bothering with clothes. I lived alone so what did it matter? I hadn’t even had any women over this week, living like a fucking priest. Too much other shit going on. I grabbed the scotch out of the liquor cabinet, spun the cap off, and turned the bottle up, welcoming the burn as the liquid fire ran down my throat.
I was lying to myself. I knew exactly why the nightmare had returned. Because I did something I said I’d never do. I took control. Lucifer and Krista had left three days ago to go on their honeymoon, and Luc had turned over the reins of his casino to me. Sinsations was in my hands. The hottest casino and hotel on the Vegas Strip, brought from dream to reality by my best friend, was under my control. Not that there was anything that really had to be done. My job was basically to walk around and be the face of Sinsations, to make sure everyone was having a good time.
But I hated being in charge, hated being in a position where I could control others, hated having to make decisions for others. The last time I had been in charge of someone else, I had chosen a gardenia bush as a hiding place.
No, at six-feet, four-inches tall, I preferred to be the muscle. Let someone else call the shots. It was better that way. Better for me. Better for everybody.
I took another drink from the bottle, glanced at the clock on the microwave. Four o’ clock in the morning. Holy hell. I put the cap back on the bottle and sat it on the shelf. No reason to put it back in the cabinet. I’d probably need it again tomorrow morning.
After a quick shower, I put on my suit, ran a hand through my still-wet hair, and headed out, taking the elevator down to the main casino floor. One of the perks of the job was a rent-free suite at Sinsations’ hotel. When Luc had first mentioned the arrangement, I had complained, telling him I didn’t need any damn handouts, but, as usual, he didn’t back down, saying it made sense for the head of security to live on the premises in case there were any problems. I couldn’t argue with his logic… and it was a damn nice suite.
“Hi, Dante.”
As I stepped off the elevator, I smiled and nodded at Trixie, one of Sinsations many ‘angels,’ cocktail servers wearing too-tiny outfits that showed off their ample curves, complete with feathery angel wings. Luc milked his name for all it was worth, calling Sinsations heaven on earth and always flashing a devilish smile when asking people where else but Sin City would Lucifer set up shop?
“Hi, Trixie. How ya doing?”
She flashed me a devilish smile of her own. “I’m as fine as wine.” She winked. “And I’m willing to prove it when my shift ends in thirty minutes.”
I held up my hands in mock surrender as I walked by. “You’re too much woman for me, Trixie. You know that.”
She laughed, shrugging her shoulders and making her wings flap. “If you decide you want a taste of heaven, you know where to find me.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I went upstairs to Luc’s office. Trixie had only been working here a week and she had already let me know numerous times that she was up for a little fun. I dragged my fingertips across the wood of Olivia’s empty desk as I walked by. Poor Trixie had rotten timing. Maybe she’d get lucky in two weeks, when Luc got back. I glanced at Olivia’s desk as I swiped the keycard to unlock the office door. Maybe.
Chapter 2: Olivia
I stared at the
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