CHAPTER 2
SY
Sy shook his head as he walked down the stairs, following after a woman with a bouncy ass and a mean look on her face. What was the world coming to? A sub strutting around in a dominatrix outfit was looking for trouble. Of course, it was Halloween—anybody could become anyone they liked for a night. Except, this wasn’t just any woman. She was Carmen Caruso, widow of Franco Caruso, a former enemy of his.
The closer he got to the private rooms behind the dungeon, the more subs he encountered, trying to pull him into a booth.
“Master Sy, could we—”
“Not now, Delilah.” He looked past the pretty redhead, trying to figure out which room the fake queen of fetish had entered. He’d taken his eyes off of Carmen for a second and lost her. s**t. That one had trouble written all over h
