“Conor?” Stefan said, urging Conor to begin.
Pretty much everything Conor and then Rourke said didn’t reach my ears. It took lot of will power not to look at Mark. I wondered if he recognized me. I risked a quick peek. He appeared beyond bored as he leaned against the wall. Who was I kidding? I'd been wearing a wig and my tits had been out the entire time. He'd probably never even seen my face.
When Conor and Rourke were done talking, Stefan moved the topic of discussion to drugs. Samuel stated things were still rough and there had been another decrease in profits. Stefan asked to see the numbers. Samuel then looked to Dylan, who made a show of holding his hand out to Mark. It wasn’t until now I noticed Mark was holding a thin file folder. Mark stepped next to Dylan and handed over the folder. I took that as my chance. I reached out and placed my hand on Mark’s forearm.
“Well, hello there. I haven’t seen you before.” Unsure what to make of me, he glanced at the rest of the table. Ignoring the audience of the entire room, I gave him my full attention as I stood from my chair. “You got a name, handsome?” I asked, drawing his eyes back to me as I tugged on his dark blue tie.
He smirked. “Mark.”
I looked down, trying to appear demure. I took a tiny step towards him while pulling on his tie, making him close the space between us until the fronts of our bodies molded.
“Well, Mark…I just got out of a relationship and I’m on the hunt for a rebound. You know, the kind with a marathon of nonstop dirty sweaty sex?”
Rourke gagged behind me. “I didn’t need to hear that.”
Mark’s brows shot up before a heated look of intrigue followed. His eyes traveled down to my pushed up voluptuous cleavage.
“I have to warn you. I’m kind of in the mood to try some new things. I’ve been having nothing but generic missionary sex for over a year. I really want to get my hair pulled, if you know what I mean?”
“Yuck, cuz,” Dylan said, scrunching his nose.
It took everything in me to make the rest of the room disappear. “What do you say, Mark? Think you can handle me?” I playfully challenged him.
Thankfully, Mark seemed too oblivious to the rest of the room as he held his cocksure smirk. “Maybe.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Maybe? I guess I need to think of a better way to entice you. Hmm, what to do?” I put my back to the table before I used one hand to help me sit on it. I pulled Mark with me until he was standing between my legs. “What if I told you my dirtiest fantasy?” I wrapped my dangling legs around his hips and pulled him by his tie until his face was inches from my own. His strong cologne filled my nose and I had to fight the urge to scrunch it. “You see this table? It’s been in my family for generations,” I said, rubbing my free hand along its smooth black wooden surface. “I fantasize about being fucked on this table until I scream.” I arched, falling backwards slowly until my shoulders met with the table and I was laid before him. “Just like this.”
A whistle pierced through the silence in the room. “This is not what I expected from today’s meeting,” Louie said.
“How long are you going to let this go on for, Stefan?” I heard Samuel ask. I was sure everyone was looking to my father to stop me. What they didn’t know was he wasn’t going to.
I sat up and unlocked my legs from around Mark’s hips. I flattened my hand on his chest and pushed him back until the backs of his legs hit my chair. With a not so gentle shove, he sat down. I quickly hopped off the table and straddled him. “I think after I get mine, I’ll straddle you in this very chair and ride you until you scream,” I said and rocked my hips, grinding myself on him.
He chuckled and put his hands on my thighs. “Sorry to tell you this, gorgeous, but I’m not a screamer.”
“That’s a shame. How will I properly return the favor?” I tapped my chin with my finger as if really thinking about what I’d do. “I could give you a lap dance instead?” I asked, reaching behind my back for my gun. “I’ve been told I’m very good. Would you like to know by whom? He’s a very powerful man.” I rocked my hips again, making sure he was plenty distracted as I lifted the back of my jacket and pulled the gun from my waistband.
“Who?” he mumbled, fingers digging into my thighs.
I brought my lips to his ear. “Nicoli De Luca.” His body tensed beneath me at the same time I brought my gun up under his chin. The don’s name and the cold barrel sobered the lust from his eyes. I climbed off of him slowly, gun pointed at his head, and hopped back on the table.
“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Samuel demanded.
I glanced over my shoulder at Stefan. He was sitting back in his seat like a stoic king, ignoring my uncle. He'd promised to trust me by not interfering. He was going to let me do my thing—to let me prove myself, and I wasn’t going to let him down.
I turned back to Mark. His smile was gone and in its place was a narrowed glare as he stared up at me.
“Get your gun out of my fucking face,” Mark demanded.
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” His glare lessened as confusion took over. “Day before yesterday. Nasty ass strip club called Show 'n Tail. Do you remember a platinum blonde stripper gyrating her ass in Nicoli De Luca’s lap?” I watched the color drain from his face. “Yeah, that was me. Not that you would have noticed. I don’t think you looked past my tits. I can’t blame you, though. I do have a nice rack.”
“I’ve seen better,” he scoffed.
I chuckled at his attempt to take a jab at me. “I’ve never given a lap dance before, but I guess I did alright. You were none the wiser with how you just started yammering on, not even caring about what the women dancing in the room would overhear. That’s a big no no, by the way. What if I had been a cop?” I tsked. “Oh, the things I learned. For two years we’ve been selling our drugs to the De Lucas and what shocked me the most is we’ve been selling it at forty thousand a kilo all this time. My, my, you’ve been a bunch of naughty boys, haven’t you?”
Mark grit his teeth. “If you know everything, then why the fuck am I still alive?”
An evil smile pulled at my lips. “I wanted to see how they would react knowing that you were the one, the weak link in their master plan that got them caught. I wonder what they would do to you if I handed you over to them right now.”
The eye shift was so quick I would have missed it if I hadn't been watching him intently. In one fluid eye movement, Mark looked to Samuel, then to Dylan, and back to me. That was all the confirmation I needed from him. I pulled the trigger and Mark’s head jerked backwards, then his body leaned to the side and crumpled to the floor.
The room was silent like the dead. I slid off the table, careful not to trip on one of Mark’s legs, and turned to face the rest of the room. Most of them were shocked.
“Stefan,” Samuel said, voice low and calm. Stefan still refused to acknowledge him. The only other person who didn’t look shocked was Dylan. He was staring down at the table, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
CHAPTER 36
“Uncle Conor, can you please go stand by Rourke?” I asked. Conor stood, pushing his chair back in the process, and quietly made his way to the other side of the table, his enforcer following him. I glanced at Samuel’s enforcer standing behind him. He was staring at Mark’s body on the floor behind me, worry etched around his eyes. I glanced back at Dean. We exchanged a look and he moved across the room to be closer to me, but his eyes were fixed on the worried enforcer.