She swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she couldn’t refuse him—the ruthless Italian don would never take a “no” from her. More importantly, she knew she couldn’t give that devil any reason to doubt her. So she composed herself, trying to forget that a dead body was lying only a few feet away, and that the devil mafia king was about to f**k her right there.
“Mr. Mancini, I charge extra for such special conditions,” she said, and suddenly her tone turned sensual, making Luciano’s face twist in annoyance. He was enjoying seeing her terrified, reminding him of how she used to be five years ago—like a nervous kitten.
Now she was making the offer as if it were completely normal for her to be in the same room as a murdered man, his dead body lying there while having s*x—as if she had do
