FALLON
My skin prickles with dread and an unwelcome flush of heat. Leone’s reputation with the ladies is as notorious as his ruthlessness. Word around the casino painted him as a man who could coax the panties off a nun, and here I am, trapped in his orbit, wondering if even my fortified willpower stands a chance. I’ve seen plenty of girls hanging off his arm at the clubs, yet now I am expected to be one of them.
Turning his attention momentarily to his phone, fingers dancing across the screen.
“Remember, Fallon,” Leone continues without looking up from his device, “everything has its price. Your cooperation included.”
“Are you saying you’d resort to bribery then? And not blackmail, though they are the same to me.” My own question sounds hollow, naive even. What wouldn’t a man like Le
