Chapter 9
Enzo
F rankie, Sal, and Joey are the only three people allowed to show up at my house unannounced. They’re here so often, they might as well just move in. Anyone else who shows up without warning knows that they better have a damn good reason.
Today, the guys come in and yell up the stairs that they have a new lead about the trafficking ring.
“Is the yelling really necessary?” I ask, rolling my eyes at their antics.
“We didn’t want to come upstairs in case you were buried in your captive pussy,” Sal explains with a shrug.
“But you were fine with her hearing your reason for being here at the crack of dawn? What if she heard you and started asking questions?”
Now it’s Frankie’s turn to roll his eyes. “It’s almost noon. You’ve been up for hours, and she probably has been too. And if she gets nosy, you can just get rid of her.”
I don’t answer, partially because I don’t want to talk about Elise. I haven’t told them the real reason why she’s here. Not because I don’t trust them; I just don’t want to hear about all the reasons why it’s a bad idea to essentially have a federal agent held hostage in my house. I also want to keep up the illusion that she’s here for my pleasure and my pleasure only. If anyone is brave enough to ask me to share her, it’s these three. And that’s not happening.
“You said you have a new lead?” I ask them.
“Yes. Your office?” Frankie straightens up as he asks, switching into business mode like the professional he is.
“I’ll meet you in there.” I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to Elise.
Enzo : My office. Now. In work clothes.
Elise : Yes, boss.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and walk down the hall to my office. They’re going to be pissed, but she needs something for her boss. Hearing the information first hand is better than getting it from me after the fact. If she doesn’t trust me to hold up my end of the deal, then I only have the threat of killing her to make her hold up her end of it. I’ve learned that people tend to work better together when there’s mutual trust, so I’m going to do what I can. But if she’s dressed inappropriately for a meeting, she won’t be getting anything from me except a punishment once I’m done here.
The door to my office is open, so I walk in and round the desk to take my seat. Frankie opens his mouth to start talking, but I interrupt. “How are things at the club? Aside from the unsanctioned criminal activity.”
Sal speaks up. “Pretty normal, boss. One of the new girls quit, but Joey and I were thinking about firing her anyway, so she saved us the trouble. Sales are good. Customers are the same as usual.”
“You’ll need to replace that girl and Elise.”
“Did Elise quit?” Joey tries to hide the real intent behind his question with an innocent face, but we know each other too well to fall for things like that.
“She works here now. She won’t be going back to the club.”
They all stare at me, but I’m spared from their interrogation when Elise walks in. She looks sexy as fucking sin, dressed in only a red thong and a matching red, lacy bra. The outlines of her nipples are visible, and she has on black heels. She followed my vague instructions perfectly; for that, she deserves to be rewarded.
I crook my finger at her, summoning her to my side. The clicking of her heels on the wood floor is music to my ears. My eyes flick between the three men on the other side of my desk. The lust in their eyes is so strong, it’s almost a physical presence in the room. Joey almost starts drooling when she moves past them, giving him a full view of her perfect, heart-shaped ass.
When she stops walking, I look up and see she’s staring at me, waiting for my next instruction. I push my chair back from my desk and say, “We’re having a meeting. Do your job.” To emphasize my point, I spread my legs and lean back in my seat while gesturing to the space under my desk. Her eyes widen, and she doesn’t move.
“Something wrong?” I challenge.
“No,” she scoffs, maneuvering her lithe body to fit under the desk.
“Good.” When her hands go to work on my belt and zipper, I look back up at our audience. I’m greeted by three matching glares, all laced with jealousy.
I know they’ve all shared women before, even outside of auditioning the girls for the club. They enjoy sharing, and they’ve tried to get me to join them before. It’s just not my thing. I do enjoy an audience, and it’s not the first time I’ve put on a show during a meeting. It is the first time they’ve reacted like this though. Usually they encourage it. What is it with this girl? It’s like she’s got us all under her spell. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t make me a little nervous to think that she has some sort of power over us. Being at the top of this organization means I can’t afford any weaknesses.
Without addressing their feelings—we’re not little girls, they can figure their own shit out—I start in on the real reason why we’re here. “What’s the new information?”
Frankie straightens in his seat, and I can see him forcing himself back into business mode. “There’s a shipment coming tomorrow night.”
“It’s too late to plan an interception. We don’t know enough about their operations yet,” I argue.
“I know, but this is our chance to learn more. How many people are involved in each shipment? What routes do they use? Where does the product go? How do their human shipments differ from their normal ones? We need to know everything so that we can intercept one in the future.”
This is why these three are my top guys and my best friends. We’re always on the same page. On the rare occasion we’re not, it’s easy to talk through the disagreement and arrive at the right answer.
Just as I’m about to respond and tell Frankie to take who he needs and make it happen, Elise slips my cock into her mouth. I’d almost forgotten about her in my excitement to finally gather some intel on the inner workings of the Bratva. Without missing a beat, I thread my fingers into her hair and hold her in place, enjoying the sounds of her choking on my dick before I release her.
“You have until this meeting is over to suck me off. If your mouth isn’t full of my cum by the time these three leave, you’ll regret it.”
She glares up at me but does as I say. I know she’s figured out that she wants to be here. Whether she likes it or not, this is the only way I can allow her to attend my meetings. There are no female soldiers, and especially not any that started out working in Club X. There are still too many old-timers hanging around to make those kinds of changes, but I will make them eventually.
“Alright, let’s do it. Figure out who you need and gather as much information as you can. I want to be able to intercept a shipment as soon as possible.” My next words are cut off by the tightness of Elise’s throat closing around the head of my cock as she swallows around me. “Fuck.” My eyes close of their own accord, and I thrust into her mouth.
I force my eyes open and look at my friends. The anger and jealousy is still prevalent in their eyes, but a third emotion has joined in. Lust. They’re enjoying the show, even though they don’t want to. And for the first time, I don’t hate the idea of sharing with them. That doesn’t mean I’m going to—being the boss has its perks, after all. But I can see how it would be hot for Elise to swallow my cum and then take turns swallowing everyone else’s too.
“What’s the deal with this situation?” Joey asks, gesturing at Elise’s head bobbing in my lap.
“She lives here as my own personal whore. No one else touches her. Fuck!” She fucking bit me! Not hard enough to actually hurt, but it caught me off guard. She’ll pay for that later.
“And if she wants to fuck someone else?” Joey challenges, clearly amused by my inability to focus on the conversation at hand.
“Her desires don’t matter,” I growl. “She’s here to fulfill my needs. No one else’s.” My hand goes to the back of her head, and I hold her in place with my cock buried in her throat while I come. “Swallow.” She gags on the last few spurts of my cum and then I let her up for air. “Get out. And don’t think you won’t be punished for using your teeth.”
Sal laughs as Elise gets up and struts from the room, carrying herself like a queen instead of the slut she’s supposed to be. I tuck my softening cock back into my pants while they all watch her leave.
“I think you’re going to have trouble with that one, boss,” Frankie says. “She’s not nearly as docile as you usually like them.”
I ignore his observation and ask, “Are we done here then? You’ve got the shipment handled?”
“Yeah, we’ll take care of it. Nothing to worry about,” Frankie assures me.
“Good. Then go do it. Get the fuck out of here.” Normally after a blowjob like that, I’d be in a much better mood, but I didn’t expect to find out that they all want Elise. It’s rare for them to go back for seconds with any of the club girls. Then again, she’s not really a club girl. It was all an act. But they don’t know that, and I’m not planning to tell them.