THIRTY-SEVEN
Luca
T he smell of Club Dare brings me back to the night I got the call about Max’s accident. How simple everything looked. It was a mirage.
I’m more exposed than ever. If someone posted photos of Max talking to a guy, it’s possible someone got a shot of him and me, in one setting or another.
Belova has Max Ryan on his radar. I’m days away from being exposed. I can’t bring extra heat down on Max or the Crushers.
I wait on a blue velvet sofa in the seating area when the security guard gets my attention.
“There he is.” He points to the man I came to see.
A shirtless male with a sculpted chest in leather pants struts toward me. Anthony Messina, one of the four mafia kings in Manhattan, stops short spotting me. But his guard whispers in his ear, announcing who I am.
Just not what I want.
A job. A home. Protection.
But I’m not here to see him . I’m here to see the completely naked man crawling on the floor behind him.
On a leash.
“I have an office,” Messina snarls at me, petting the other man’s head.
“I’m here to see...” I turn my gaze to the man crawling. “Mr. Daria.”
The man hears me and grabs the leash from Messina. Standing to his full height, Sebastien Daria is imposing at six-foot-something with wide shoulders, contoured abs, and a long thick cock hanging between sculpted thighs. He wears a full-face mask with hammered slits around the eyes, and a zippered mouth to breathe.
Other men in the club are completely nude, so he doesn’t look out of place.
He unclips the leash from his neck and tears off the mask. Light brown hair shakes out, rakishly falling over his face.
I’m crazy about Max, but this man’s male beauty reaches another level.
“That’s me,” he says, unashamed of his nudity. “Who are you, and what the fuck do you want?”
But he doesn’t wait for an answer. He pushes Messina down on the sofa.
“A job,” I say, since he asked.
He turns his head toward me, and his once-over strokes every inch of my skin. “Name?”
“Daniil Korolev. Formerly of the Belova Brotherhood in Chicago.”
“A turncoat?” Messina hisses.
Sebastien slaps him across the face. “Did I say you can talk? Your mouth is for one thing right now.”
Without looking at me, Daria lifts one leg and wedges a massive foot on the sofa next to Messina’s thigh. With rough hands, he kisses Anthony Messina then lines up the mafia boss’s face to his cock. “Now suck me off.”
Messina’s mouth opens, and Daria taps his lips with a cock that hardened in seconds.
Wiping the wet, engorged tip across Messina’s lips, he growls, “Yeah, bitch.” Daria’s cock slides into his lover’s waiting mouth with a lusty groan while fisting Messina’s inky dark hair.
“You want a job? With us?” Daria asks, fucking Messina’s mouth, his head thrown back.
I was not expecting this . Or that it would turn me on to watch them. But as hard as my dick is, all I want is Max.
“You, Mr. Daria,” I clarify. “I want to work for Daria Enterprises, specifically.”
The four mafia kings of New York each run separate criminal organizations disguised as legitimate businesses. It’s Daria’s gambling halls that appeal to me. They’re underground and filled with other levels of security.
Messina’s hands curl around Daria’s curved ass, flexing as he gets off. Others stop to watch and run a hand across Daria’s slick back. But these guys don’t stray. They come here to be open about their sexuality, so no one talks shit about them behind their back.
If I work for them, I can live how I want. Spend my nights here at Club Dare, and no one will give a fuck who gets me off. I’ll never be able to have the man I want, so I might as well just fuck my life away with someone who also just wants sex.
“Jesus, fuck. Yes. You’ve been sucking my dick since college and it’s still so good,” Daria hisses. “Christ, I’m gonna come.”
I sit there, awkwardly watching as Daria pulls out and comes all over Messina’s waiting lips. Next, they’re kissing, and Daria is sitting in the man’s lap. Messina will fuck Daria next, since he’s the top.
But they’re not gay. They’re bi. Married to the Mafia Queen of Manhattan. The house that rules both the Messina, Daria, and their other partners, the Byrne and Russo families. All four mafia bosses share Queen Rebecca Domenico.
I heard they’re all fucking each other at this point, but only Messina and Daria belong to this club.
“Are we done talking?” My heart and my underwear can’t take much more. I need to steal their focus.
Daria faces me with a body glistening with sweat. “No. Keep talking.”
“Ivan Belova wants me dead.”
“Bringing that heat to my door?”
“He’s not found me. Not yet. But he’s close.” I stand and meet his eyes. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Your partner Giancarlo Byrne gave me a new identity when Belova tried to have me killed. He’ll confirm exactly who I am and what I can offer as far as services and loyalty.” And hopefully overlook the bounty on my head. “I’ve been a member here for three years. Lincoln Dare can vouch for me, too. I need a job in the shadows.” I straighten my back. “I have a younger sister, a cleaner. You can use her, too.”
Daria’s lips twitch. “Cleaner. Messina, do we need a cleaner?”
“Always.” He strokes Daria’s chest.
“ I’m lethal with a gun, stealth against my prey, and ruthless with my fists. I obey orders and don’t ask questions.”
“And you have no problem with this?” He strokes his cock. “What I do with Messina? What we do with our wife? All four of us?”
“Not at all. Although, I stick to men.”
He studies with me with steady scrutiny. “Daniil Korolev, you say?”
“Da,” I answer in Russian.
Daria grins and turns to Messina. “I’d love some bratva blood working for us.”
“A sister, too.” Messina pulls down his leather pants and strokes his hard-on. “Finish up with this guy, so I can fuck you.”
“He cares about one thing. Fucking me.” Daria steps back. “I’ll speak to Giancarlo, and if he vouches for you, I’ll be in touch.”
I eye the path out of the VIP area to the sound of Daria and Messina’s moans as they begin fucking on the blue velvet sofa.
As I walk away, I think, I would love to curl up on Max’s bed at home and tell him what happened. The crawling. The leash. How Messina and Daria are open. How they’re also fucking the same woman and two other guys!
Max needs to know he’s not alone.
One last glance, I sigh. He’d never come here to play with me.