She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded.
“Good crowd,” he said.
“Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”
“I saw.”
“Take good care of them Stevie,” she told her bartender as she looked at him.
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“I apologize Damian, if you will please go back with my…” she paused and her eyes opened wide and it was clear the thoughts going through her mind but before he could stop her, she started again. “If you could go back to the VIP section while I handle this. I need to go take care of my realm. Frank will show you the way.” “Of course.” She nodded and left him alone. He stood there for a few moments though, making no move to follow Frank as his mind was still replaying that fucking hot ass kiss and he sure didn’t want to let it go. ----- She watched the two young thugs for a few moments before she walked over, tapping the one who looked to be in charge on the shoulder. He turned around, his eyes traveling up from her heels, over her
Angel stayed outside for a few minutes to compose herself and her thoughts. As the boss, you didn’t question when someone told you to do something. And if he liked it or not, Angel was Damian’s boss and he had better start listening. Oh, she knew he was curious, how could you not be? But that didn’t mean that you didn’t listen when someone said something. This could have gone a lot worse and if something happened, well it was on her head. She was supposed to be protecting him, not putting him in danger because he was curious. She licked her lips as she walked over to him, a brow lifted. She was having a hell of a time with people ignoring her and she knew she was about to blow. “The next time I fucking say stay inside, I should be listened t
Two days later, Angel was sitting at her desk, her fingers running over her lips, her thoughts still focused on what Damian had told her. Right after he had said that, she had taken him home and nothing more was said. But he had told her when, not if, they were together; when, so a promise. And Lord help her, that was a promise she was wanting him to keep! And she had always thought that domineering men would be something she couldn’t stand, that for her, she needed men to bow to her whim, not the other way around. But she wouldn’t lie, his words, how they were spoken, had her body pinning for more, and soon. Now she was smart enough to know that it was only that man that brought that out, that no one else ever could or would. And deep down, a place where she didn’t want to examine too closely, told her that made him special and made just for her.
That night, Angel walked into her parent’s house, smiling at Rosa and then gave her mom a kiss. God, she was really dreading this talk, although she needed it to be done. She trusted no one but Jr in this. Anything could go wrong and she needed to have those who had her back behind her. But she also knew that computer programs weren’t untraceable and anyone could follow Jr’s tracking, and therefore he would be in trouble. “Mamma, dov'è papà (Mama, where is dad)?” “In the office, sweetie.” “Thanks,” she called out to her mom as she walked to the back part of the house where his office was. She took a deep breath, knocked, and waite
Thank you for reading My Golden Eye Boss! Hopefully, you love Angel and Damian as much as I have and that you’d want to read more. Or, maybe there could be a sequel…that would be fun. However, for the time being, the story has been pulled and can be found on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CFCY9HJH . I appreciate the support and love of this story. Who knows what could happen in the future, so keep an eye out :) I may bring it back…or might find another story to entice you with…as you know, my mind is always going in different directions, and I have SOOO MANY more stories coming your way.
“It’s a pleasure to be here Don Antonio. My sons and I say thank you.” “No need for thanks Rafael, it’s a business meeting.” “Of course. I must say, Don, you have beautiful children.” The brown eyes of Rafael glanced over the three boys and two girls who were all in the room; and he would say he would be honored to be connected to such a family. His eyes stayed on the three boys, trying to figure out who Angel was though. No one really knew who he was, they hadn’t seen his face but the word on the street was that he was sharp and tough and ready to take over being the Don when Antonio retired. “Thank you Rafael.” “May I inquire which son is Angel though?” All eyes of the children turned to their dad who smirked; after all, that was a common thought among people. “Angel, please come here.” A 5’6, brown hair, golden eye female stepped up next to the gentleman behind the desk and both father and daughter
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
Rafael watched his son as he watched Angel and he had to smile to himself. Oh, he had no intention of changing anything; he was going to let them figure that one out. “Don Antonio,” Damian said, holding out his hand, “a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise, Damian; Rafael, nice to see you again. Please, let me introduce Rosa, your fiancé,” Antonio said, placing his hand on her back. Damian glanced at the green eye beauty and smiled, trying his best not to be disappointed. “Excuse me, Don, but we are missing Angel, thought he would be here for this.” “No, we are not.” D