Chapter 4

Tyson's POV

I was supposed to be talking to my top men about our next move but the second the waitress walked in all thoughts left my fucking brain and went straight to my dick. I think that all my men had the same reaction, but I was the one she made eye contact with and winked. Problem was, I had a date planned for the next night that I didn't want to go on. That was my mom's doing. I was down to six months until my twenty fifth birthday and they were applying the pressure, and I can tell you right now that our waitress isn't Italian and she is most definitely not part of the mafia. Both are a problem and so I have to get her out of my mind.

She dropped the check by me and walked out of the room, and I couldn't help but watch her ass as she left. So did everyone else that was here.

"I expect all of you to tip her well," I told everyone at the table. I paid for dinner, but they had to tip our server. I would leave her a tip as well, but these fuckers weren't getting away with running up a two-thousand-dollar bill and not pay something.

"I have a tip for her and then about eight inches," Alex announced and that started a round of the guys laughing and each of them telling how much they would give her.

"Knock that shit off. If you guys want to be perverts than go, get a damn hooker and leave her alone."

They all got up and left but Luca. He wasn't dumb. He knew me better than anyone else. He knew that I wanted to take her home and that if I couldn't have her, then no one could have her.

I signed our receipt and left her a hefty tip and pushed it to the middle of the table and drank down the last of my whiskey.

"Go see when she is off tonight."

"That obvious?"

"Ya and I think the feeling was mutual. She was hot and that body, and her accent could make the coldest of men melt."

"I can't I have a date tomorrow night. Mom is on a war path to find me someone and could you imagine bringing her home."

He started laughing. "Ya, dad would have a heart attack and then it wouldn't matter," he said between laughs, and I had to chuckle as well because it probably would kill him, but I can't do that to him. As much of an asshole he is, I understand with the position he is in.

My driver pulled up to the hotel. This girl my mom had flown in from another state. Their father was a Don in Floridia. They had a huge import and export market there. I got out of the car and headed inside. I knew my parents were paying for all of her expenses.

As I walked in the elevator dinged and off stepped my date. Alessandra or Alle as she said in the text messages that we had exchanged over the past few days. I really had been trying until last night when this sexy waitress stepped into our room. Now Alle didn't even compare. Was she beautiful? Yes, but she didn't have what that waitress had, and I couldn't seem to put my finger on it.

"Tyson," she purred as we got close to one another. She was dressed to the nines in a little dress and high heels, and her hair was down and big and her makeup was thick, and her perfume was overpowering but I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Shall we," I asked and held out my hand for her. She placed her hand in mine, and I moved it and wrapped it around my arm and escorted her out of the hotel and my driver Jay was waiting there for us and opened the door.

She slid into the car, and I was right behind her and watched as everything flash me when she bent over to get into the car. Either she had on the smallest G-string or nothing at all. Normally I would find this information out pretty quickly, but my mind went to a girl with strawberry blonde hair and wondered what she wore under her dresses.