Conquered by the Mafia Boss

TONY

“C’moooooon, Tony.”

Blondie sighs into my ear, her vermouth and gin breath gusting over my nose as she tries to shimmy over my legs, a feat that sends a lot of raised eyebrows my way.

I thought for a second that I had a good chance of running into yesterday’s one-night stand, I would’ve never come to this bar.

Of course she does.

She grips my waist with surprising strength and lands a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I sweep a hand over her bare shoulders and a row of goose bumps sprouts over her skin.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” I smile, painfully.

“No.”

She pouts her small lips for a moment and then erupts into giggles.

“No? What the fuck do you mean, no?”

“I don’t wanna listen.”

“We had fun last night, but it’s over. I don’t go out with girls more than once.”

“You’re the best I ever had, baby.”

You’re not the best I ever had.

Still, she was a good, hot fuck and she came real nice for me. Sometimes they come in the bar looking for me because they know who I’m connected with, and they think that if they flash their ti*ts at me I’ll loan them money or beat the shit out of their boyfriends-no. Other times they’re danger whores looking for a hot piece of action. They know I’m a bad boy.

We slide off the stool. The guys in the bar wheel their heads around like sharks smelling blood, but she’s my meal for tonight. Actually, only a snack, really.

I drag her behind the bar, looking for Tommy before I open the door to his storeroom. It’s a small, dusty room with boxes of liquor. There’s nothing really important, but he’d bust a nut if he knew I was fucking in here.

“Tony.”

I turn around after closing the door, and the crazy bitch stands there

Blondie smiles coyly as she approaches me, her small feet curling against the cold floor…