My Golden Eye Boss

Damian re-read the contract again, for the second time and sighed, again.  He was aware of what he needed to do; the attack on their men was proof enough to him that they just didn’t have the man power for protection, so they went to their allies for help.  But in their world, you never asked for anything without giving anything; and that was within any Italian family, mafia based or not.  It still just grated on his nerves that he had to.  He seen his father, and grandfather, work this business like nothing, and never needed help.  But then times have changed, and Damian had expanded their wealth well beyond what his grandfather’s was.  He was good at seeking and trading antiques, he had been taught well, even better than other’s over him.  But as, the saying goes, the bigger the pound, the bigger the target.  He was proud of his accomplishments, his whole family was, but he wasn’t proud of the spot light that had been shinned upon hi

Two weeks later, Angel pinched the bridge of her nose as she made her way out of the building.  She needed lunch and a stiff drink after that stupid meeting.  She knew she was going to have fights on her hands, she was ready for that.  What she wasn’t ready for was pig headed men and their old style view who wouldn’t even let her speak.                 In fact, after she bid them a good morning, they insulted her by asking her to pour their drinks and to fetch their breakfast.  And after those comments, all she saw was red.  Two and a half hours later, she had a massive headache and wanted nothing more to drink and then go to the shooting range.  None of the heads of the families would dare disrespect her dad, or her brothers, but her, they just didn’t care.                 If they had been

She glanced in the mirror at the green silky dress that fitted to her body like a glove, the spaghetti straps being jeweled and crossing a few times down her back where it meet the rest of the dress, right above her butt.  She twisted and turned as she looked at herself, the dress doing amazing things to her self esteem.  And paired with her black heels and her hair up, she would look amazing; and that she could do with.                 She sighed as she stepped off the platform and out of the room, going back to her changing room to change into her suit again.  She paused as she heard the ding from the front door and then a voice that was haunting her; Damian.  She walked out of the room, smiling at him as she spotted him.                 “Hello Angelina,” he said, with a smile.   

“Angel?”  Angel pulled her attention away from the couple she was having a conversation with and turned to the voice.  And Damian felt the stiffness go through out her body.  His own attention turned to the man and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Angel’s dad start making his way over to them.                 “Yes, Mr. Mancottii?”                 “You look lovely this evening.  Just like the daughter of the Don should be, gorgeous and stunning and that’s it.”  Hell, even Damian felt the hit below the belt on that one.  “Don’t you agree son?”  Damian finally took notice of the man who had walked up, but Angel didn’t seem surprised, like had already clocked him there.                   

“Thank for you seeing me, Mr Bellalini.”  Antonio just lifted an eyebrow at Damian and poured them each a glass of whiskey.  He sat it down in front of the other man before walking to his chair on the other side of his desk.                 “No need for thanks and no need to be formal.  What is on your mind, Damian?”                 “Your daughter.”  Antonio just lifted a brow at that for he didn’t believe this young man’s issue had to do with Rosa.                 “What did Rosa do?”  Damian slowly shook his head as he took a sip of his whiskey and Antonio smiled; finally they were getting somewhere.  “Ah, Angel, okay, what did she do?” Antonio asked, taking his own sip.