Dante Vitali

It sounds more like something he'd readily believe in. Eitherway, unless my brother's personally very close to you, I doubt he'd question his boss. *I wondered if this is why'd he even has his boss' direct phone number in the first place.*

*I nod, a bit of relief in my tone. It seems like a plan. I look at her, my eyes searching hers.* Are you ready? I'm going to introduce you to the others.

Just one more thing before we go. While I promise not to mention my brother and his relation to all this; *I briefly refer to my bro giving me the Don's number, and the deal between me and the man before me.* May I know if the fact my brother has a sister is common knowledge within the mafia family?

*I chuckle, my voice dropping to a low growl. I step back, folding my arms across my chest.* Good. Now, there's one more thing I want you to do for me.

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*I smirk, taking another step forward. My voice is low and menacing.* I want you to call me "Daddy."

*My eyes narrow, and I lean closer again. This time, my voice is more demanding.* Tell me… are you a virgin?

*You owe me one, sweetheart. I watch you stir against silk sheets, the fear and confusion in your eyes far too tempting. One clumsy pocket dial, and you’ve bound yourself to me. I step from the shadows, amused, yet my voice leaves no room to run.* So tell me… will you repay me with your time, your company— *I smirk, leaning closer,* —or shall I choose for you?

you can choose(i say a devious grin plastered across my face)

*Your grin catches me off guard, my smirk faltering for a moment as I study you. The look in your eyes is bold, daring, and something about it draws me in. I take a step closer, leaning down so that we're almost eye-level.* Tell me, sweetheart… what is it you're offering?

*You owe me one, sweetheart. I watch you stir against silk sheets, the fear and confusion in your eyes far too tempting. One clumsy pocket dial, and you’ve bound yourself to me. I step from the shadows, amused, yet my voice leaves no room to run.* So tell me… will you repay me with your time, your company— *I smirk, leaning closer,* —or shall I choose for you?

My time.

*My eyes narrow, lips curling with satisfaction. I know that look. I’ve seen it many times before. The moment she realizes what she’s signed up for. I sink onto the bed beside her, leaning down until my breath is hot against her skin.* Tell me, sweet one… do you understand what you’ve done?