Vow of Seduction: A Dark Mafia Romance, page 1
VOW OF SEDUCTION
PIPER STONE
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Afterword
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Stone, Piper
Vow of Seduction
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Recently, I held a Valentines giveaway in my group on Facebook. For a chance to receive one of several giftboxes with lots of goodies, I asked my amazing readers to provide me with a romantic quote whispered from a lover.
In addition, I made certain they knew one of those inspiring quotes would be featured in one of my books. I love this one and I think you will too.
Thank you, Zoey, for providing a beautiful moment of inspiration.
“I will always be with you through thick or thin, even in your darkest days.”
Zoey Day
CHAPTER 1
“Death comes black and hard, rushing down on me from the future, with no possible chance of escape.”—David Gerrold
Cassie
Revenge is mine, sayeth…
I often thought of the words my mother used to say during times of strife, more so lately. They were meant as a reminder that forgiveness was the Godly thing to do. Good people forgave others, believing their sins could be redeemed. I knew better. Then again, I was a bad girl. I hungered for revenge.
Not the kind that would simply tarnish a man’s soul or his business. Not the kind that would expose him for atrocities committed without conscience. And not the kind that would allow him salvation in the end. What I craved and what I would take from him was something else entirely.
Everything, including his life.
Only there wasn’t just a single evil man I planned on destroying. There were three.
All three would face my wrath.
I’d thought about death over the last few months, what it would feel like when your mind began to understand you were facing your demise. I could imagine the swirling blackness as your vision started to fade, your ability to focus slipping through your fingers. Hearing the thudding of your heart as it took its last breaths of Earth’s crisp air. And the silence that would follow, thorny claws wrapping around you, dragging you straight into the pits of hell.
Death was the ultimate cleanser.
That’s exactly what they deserved.
There would be no salvation.
I’d made a vow, spending months to plan how and when I’d exact my revenge. Now it was time, and the anguish I had in mind was… perfect.
I would enjoy every single moment of stripping their lives away, adding misery to their wealthy, powerful existence.
I would be there as they took their last breath.
Then I would walk away.
The revenge was all mine.
Alexander
New York City
Club Divine.
I’d built it, resurrecting not only the building but another method of keeping a powerful hold on a solid portion of the city. I’d made a fortune since the day the doors were opened, parlaying the money earned into other profitable businesses.
Although the majority were of the unsavory kind.
Inhaling, the crisp evening air was invigorating. I did so love New York this time of year.
I handed the valet my keys. There was no need for explanations or preemptive admonishment if anything happened to my beloved Ferrari. I hired the best people in the industry and none of them would ever dare fuck with the prince of the Durante mafia family. I was primed to take over from my father, his impending retirement based on a desire to leave the ugly world behind instead of injury or age.
I enjoyed being called the Brutal Lord. It suited me as well as the business my family had been successful in for generations. I’d learned how to be a merciless leader, more so because of the education my family’s wealth had afforded my father’s only son. I enjoyed the perks associated with my level of power, indulgences that most men would shy away from.
While I hadn’t been to the location in almost two weeks, I managed to keep a firm hold on every business operation. I kept to my regimen, overseeing the various facilities on a regular basis.
I took a few seconds, studying the environment as well as the influential crowd. There were several high-ranking officials in the house tonight. Judges. Lawyers. Corporate moguls. There was a waiting list of at least five hundred men, all determined to gain an invitation to the most sought-after club in the city. I was selective on purpose, only catering to those who could be of service at a later time.
As I headed for my regular table, the manager noticed my entrance immediately, pushing aside the man he’d been engaged in a conversation with, walking in my direction. The moment I sat down, two of my enforcers shifted toward the table, taking the other two seats. The routine was always the same, the behavior preventing me from taking a hit more than once. Only the most loyal were allowed to guard my presence during outside functions. There was nothing I valued more than respect, and most gave it to me in spades.
“Any issues tonight?” I asked Martinez casually as I motioned toward one of my favorite cocktail waitresses. She didn’t need to approach our table, my drink of choice known by almost everyone.
“Nothing we haven’t been able to handle,” Martinez said as he scanned the crowded space. “Just the usual disagreements.” He was a brutal enforcer, a man who’d done well with the club after taking my staunch advice. The club had the hottest entertainment in town.
I sat back, glancing at the cages hanging several feet over the tables. I drummed my fingers on the table, allowing my gaze to move from one girl to another. They danced and gyrated in the limited space, using the steel bars as props, every one of them dressed in some fabulous costume. A French maid. A gladiator. A cowgirl. There was almost any flavor available to my members. While they were all beautiful women, their skills exemplary, one in particular caught my eye.
The dancer seemed impervious to the hungry men below her, enjoying herself without needing affirmation.
I was intrigued not only by her beauty but by her obvious enjoyment of what she was doing. My cock immediately hardened, which was unusual. I’d never been attracted to any of them. I had to know more. I beckoned for my manager, waiting impatiently as Paul Rodriguez approached.
My drink was placed in front of me, and I grabbed it immediately, swirling the dark liquid as I studied the gorgeous redhead.
“Who is she?” I asked, pointing toward the cage where the redhead entertained the crowd. I noticed at least three members moving closer, attempting to shove hundred-dollar bills in through the bars.
Paul twisted his head around, chuckling under his breath. “I thought you might appreciate my latest find. She’s magnificent, isn’t she? She can dance for hours and dear God, does she know how to flirt.”
“Has she been requested?” I asked. Most of the girls remained dancers and nothing more. However, a select few were paid very well to provide personal and very private entertainment for men who paid a hefty price for the extra attention.
“Dozens of times, but I’ve held back. I wanted to make sure she was the real thing.”
Paul’s statement was an indication of why I trusted the man. There’d been many a law enforcement agency that had endeavored to slide in an undercover officer, attempting to bring me down.
As if that was possible.
I took a sip of my drink, my cock twitching. How long had it been since I’d enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman? Too long. Maybe tonight was the night to engage in a little extracurricular activity. “Have her cage brought closer.”
He didn’t need a reason why nor did he hesitate before motioning for one of his employees, who came over quickly. “Bring number nine closer,” he instruct
Nine. My lucky number. This could prove to be very enjoyable. She was dressed in what appeared to be a warrior’s costume, complete with thigh-high leather boots, her tight corset highlighting her voluptuous hourglass figure.
As the pulley was turned, several of the members vocalized their displeasure. I could understand why they’d enjoyed her performance and why they were disappointed her cage was taken away from their purview.
With the redhead’s long legs and seductive movements, even in the confined space, she seemed to enjoy the limelight more than most of the women. As she gyrated, wrapping her hands around the bars, I moved to the edge of my seat.
“I think you will enjoy the song as well as her performance,” he stated before walking away.
Only seconds later, another selection of music began to play.
I laughed softly to myself. I couldn’t have chosen a better piece of music for her myself. ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me.’ I sat back, sliding down in my seat as the cage finally landed in front of me. She was close enough I could almost reach out and touch her.
But that would wait.
I always took what I craved, but in this instance, I would show at least some restraint.
As she began to dance, undulating her body as she held onto the bars, I took a deep breath. She was indeed a creature so beautiful that keeping her as my personal possession would be a jewel in my thorny crown. I was drawn to her for inexplicable reasons other than just her stunning physique and obvious attitude. She knew she commanded the small stage, using what God had given her as a weapon. The thought was riveting.
After a full minute, I motioned for Paul again. As he leaned down, I couldn’t take my eyes off her performance for even a second.
“What’s her name?”
“Dahlia.”
“Interesting. Does she have a story?”
Paul chuckled. “Don’t they all? She’s trying to pay her way through college. A side job to make ends meet.”
Yes, of course. Whether or not that was true didn’t matter. I scooted my chair even closer as she tossed her long, flaming red hair from side to side. If she cared about my presence at that point or knew the identity of the person she was dancing for, she didn’t react in any way. Her performance and attitude were fascinating, dragging the darkness dwelling inside me closer to the surface.
No one ignored me.
Every employee was told who they worked for and what to expect, yet she didn’t seem to care I was paying close attention to her.
Her attitude pushed my level of intrigue even higher.
As the second chorus began, she reached for a prop, a container I hadn’t paid attention to. “Pour some sugar on me…” The chorus rang out. Dahlia lifted a container, pouring a white substance over her head. I longed to lick off the sticky substance before thrusting my cock deep inside her tight little pussy. She didn’t miss a beat, twisting and turning like a true professional.
“Have her brought to my table after this dance.”
Paul chortled, muttering under his breath. “She’s not due for a break for fifteen minutes. She won’t be happy. She’s that kind of girl.”
I turned my head slowly, glaring at him. “I don’t give a shit what kind of woman she thinks she is. Bring her to me. Period.”
He raised both arms, backing away into the shadows. As soon as the song finished, the pulley began to move. I watched as hers was brought to the floor in the staging area, curious how Paul would handle my request. I had a direct line of sight, allowing me to see what appeared to be a terse conversation. The girl was feisty. She had to be to engage in this line of work. While I had a half dozen men serving as security, tossing out any unruly patrons, that didn’t mean with the five hundred or so members that she wouldn’t find herself in some uncompromising positions from time to time.
She was dramatic, using her arms as she obviously disagreed with my request. Only I hadn’t made a request. I’d made a demand, something she would learn about very quickly. In a huff, she blew Paul off, taking long strides toward my table.
“Gentlemen,” I told my soldiers. “If you will be so kind as to give me some space.”
They reacted without hesitation like good soldiers. All my men were well trained to suit my needs, no matter how nefarious my requests might be.
Dahlia slowed her gait the closer she came and when she was within three feet, she stopped altogether, glaring at me as if I was her enemy. Then she allowed her gaze to fall ever so slowly toward my feet, shaking her head after doing so. When she looked into my eyes again, hers were filled with disdain.
I liked this girl.
Perhaps too much.
That meant breaking her would be even more delicious than I’d originally thought.
She closed the distance, standing on the other side of the table, placing one hand on her hip. While she wore a smile, it was clear she would rather be anywhere else but standing in front of me.
“You requested me?” she asked after I gave her the silent treatment.
“Please, sit down.” I motioned toward the chair closest to me.
“I think I’ll stand.”
“I said. Sit. Down.”
Dahlia smirked then chose the one furthest away, sitting on the edge to give herself a better advantage of getting away from my clutches. Smart girl. The same look remained on her face, her eyes full of venom. “What can I do for you, Mr. Durante?”
“So you are aware of who I am.”
“I make it my business to do research on anyone I’m thinking about working for.”
“Very astute of you.”
She was a spitfire, even more luscious up close and personal. I allowed my gaze to fall from her high cheekbones to her long neck, her voluptuous breasts calling to my sadistic side. Her costume was perfect for her, highlighting every curve and just enough of her breasts to cause any red-blooded male to fantasize about tying her to their bed.
While I could easily fall into that category, I didn’t need to dream in order to have exactly what I wanted. “Do you enjoy your job here with us, Dahlia?”
She shrugged, glancing around the room. “It pays the bills.”
Her disinterest allowed me to laugh, which was rare these days. “You can certainly make more money if that’s your goal.”
She snapped her head in my direction, immediately standing. “Mr. Durante. While I am extremely grateful for being allowed a position in your… firm, I’m not a whore. That’s not why I applied here. Whether or not the other girls provide lap dances or other personal services to the members of your club is of no concern to me. As my mama used to tell me, to each their own and I should mind my own business. However, selling my body is certainly not me and never will be. Not for any amount of money in the world. I do so hope you can understand. If not, then I’ll be happy to provide you with my two weeks’ notice.”
What I understood was that she’d crossed a line few people in my employ ever dared.
“Sit down, Dahlia. We are not finished with our conversation.” When she didn’t obey me immediately, I lifted my head, giving her the kind of look that usually had rough and tumble men shaking in their boots.
She smiled, not a hint of anxiety or fear in her sparkling eyes. I couldn’t wait to gather a glimpse of the color of them. “You don’t scare me, Mr. Durante. Few men do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do need to get back to work. I rely on tips and your members aren’t happy when I’m not in my cage at my specified time.”
“I said. Sit. Down. I will not tell you again.”
I was shocked as she grabbed my glass, tossing my drink in my face. With that, she moved away, holding her shoulders back and her head held high.
