All Chapters of The Banker: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

5CATOI lay between Christina and Stephanie, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing the bright lights of Florence. The Catholic church down the street was lit up every night, a guiding star to all the lost souls of this city—including me.I didn’t stop that woman from walking out of my home.No one talked to me that way.But once the rage had passed and I’d fucked two beautiful women in my bed, I reflected on everything she’d said.If you need two women in your bed every night, then you obviously haven’t met a single woman who can hold her own. That could have been me—but now you’ll never know. She successfully planted a seed of doubt, a hint of regret. I wondered if I had spent the night with just her, would the sex have been as marvelous as she promised.I guess it didn’t matter anymore. I would never see her again.Didn’t even know her name.She was too beautiful to be one of those stupid obsessed women who thought they could change me, who thought they had something special that wo

“You want a wife?”If being with different women every single night was boring, then a marriage would be even worse. My head would explode from mundane repetitiveness. “No. It’s the last thing on my mind.”Bates released an audible sigh of relief.Marriage wasn’t in the cards for either of us. It was too complicated. There wasn’t a single woman in the world who wouldn’t be tempted by our wealth. The second she got her hands on it, it would destroy her. It would complicate our business relationship, even if we drafted all the legal paperwork to keep her hands off the company in the event of divorce. It was something we’d agreed on a long time ago. So far, neither one of us struggled to keep our promise. After so many years of fucking around, women were all the same.“Then what’s your problem, Cato?”I didn’t have a single thing to complain about, and it would be childish to be ungrateful. My family struggled when I was young, and I would forever be humbled by my years of being poor. Bu

He moved to the other couch and sat down, slowly lowering his large build across from me. Without taking his eyes off me, he poured two glasses of scotch and took a sip from one.It was so quiet in the room I could hear every little sound. I could hear the ice cube tap against the glass, the sound of the decanter as he returned it to the tray. I could hear the scotch swirl around his mouth, right over his tongue.He set the glass down and looked at me again, his hands coming together between his knees. “Siena. Beautiful name.”That was the last thing I expected him to say. “Thanks.”“Are you from Siena?”“No. I was born here.”He grabbed my glass and handed it to me.I accepted his offer and took a drink.He watched every second of my movements, his eyes focused on my mouth and throat.I returned the glass to the table and didn’t start discussing the job. There was a good possibility he wouldn’t want me in his home much longer. “Do you want me to leave?”His pretty eyes were the only

Fuckable.When I’d looked at her initially, I’d thought she was beautiful like most other women. Nothing too special about her. But her smartass mouth and strong opinions made her far more interesting than I’d anticipated.She finally yielded to me. “Cato.”Yes, I definitely liked the way she said my name.“Is there a specific artist you like? A certain period you want me to explore? Perhaps each room or floor is different?”“You’re the one who’s been studying me. You tell me.” What had she gleaned from me after studying me for so many weeks? She’d seen my home in Florence. She’d kissed me in a dark room. She’d even seen me near naked, seen the bed where my fantasies came true.She held my gaze for several seconds, thinking of what her response would be. “I do have some ideas for you. But I think a tour of your home would give me a better idea of where everything should go. I brought my measuring tape. I hope you don’t mind if I make some notes.”“No.”She rose to her feet with the fo

“How romantic…”His hard expression didn’t change. “That’s what you need to do with Cato.”“You’re simplifying it. Were you screwing lots of women before her?”He took another drink. “Yes. And I was into kinky shit too.”“Well, I can’t control Cato’s reaction to me. The idea of him becoming obsessed with me seems unlikely. This guy gets more ass than he knows what to do with. I’m a talented lady, but there’s nothing I can do to impress him.”“My wife just lay there—and that was more than enough.” An evil grin stretched across his face.“Well, maybe she’s your soul mate.”His smile dropped, but the intensity in his eyes deepened. “I don’t believe in that bullshit.”“Then what other explanation is there?” I didn’t believe in true love or soul mates either. My own father wouldn’t protect my mother, and now I was being threatened with rape and death by his enemies. If he’d spent more time loving us instead of trying to gain more power, I would be living a normal life right now.He shrugge