Chapter 54: Bossy Bodyguard: UNKNOWN

“Boss.”

I grumbled underneath my breath and pulled away from a marvelous pair of tits. I pouted when I found her sleeping so comfortably on the small bed.

“Boss.” Another sharp knock on the metal door of my prison cell.

I rolled my eyes and pulled away from Lilliana’s warm body. We had fucked all night until she tapped out, too exhausted to put her uniform and get out. I kissed her cheek, tucking a blanket on her shoulders and wore my Hugo Boss boxers.

The good thing about having a vacation in prison as a mafia boss was that you live like royalty.

“What is it this time?” I said, opening the cell door from inside and leaning on the stone wall. I glared at the tall, bald monster in front of me and scowled, “Your hand better be precious to you that you decided to knock on my VIP suite. Do you know how much I’m paying for this shit?”

I waved around at the grim looking room. A tiny window for ventilation, open toilet, basin and a small bed. And a rack for my Tom Ford suit, shoes, perfume, boxers and a box of condoms. Right, it was empty so I have to add that to my grocery list.

“Boss, it’s about the new inmate.”

That perked my attention. A cop in uniform walked past him, his eyes flitting toward me and the woman in my bed before he quickly looked away and kept walking.

“Keep talking. Eyes on me.” I warned him, pulling on the usual garbage orange clothes and hiding my tattoos.

“He stalked a teen, kidnapped her and—”

I looked at him, “And?”

Poor guy was too sweet to say it out loud so he kept his eyes on the floor and shrugged. “Tried to assault her.”

“But he didn’t?”

He shook his head. “She was saved.”

I released the breath I was holding. “How old was she?”

“Nineteen.”

My jaw ticked. “Where is he?”

He snapped his face at me. “Boss, no.”

I raised my brow at him, “Oh, I’m sorry, are you the boss or me?”

“Where are you going?” a soft feminine voice said from the bed and I nodded at him to wait outside.

“I’ll be right back, peaches,” I whispered to her, eyeing the blue uniform on the floor. “We can roleplay again if you’d like. Maybe I’ll use cuffs on you if you don’t behave.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed me away making me chuckle. “You’re a horny ass, Dominick.”

“You weren’t complaining about it last night when this horny ass fuck—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” she sat up, my eyes averting to her bare tits. I licked my lips. “Shit, I’ve to get ready for my shift.”

“Or you can agree to my deal,” I said, standing up and watching her put on her sexy uniform. Ever since I enrolled (yes, I paid for it) in the VIP prison cell, she couldn’t keep her eyes to herself and I had to take her to bed. I can’t resist smart-mouthed women.

“I’m never becoming your mistress or side-chick, Dominick,” she wore a bra making me pout. “This is a one-time thing.”

“Uh-huh, that’s what you said yesterday. The day before that and before that.”

“I’ve to—”

I held her arm, bringing her close to me and smiled. “I’m sorry but you have to wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Lilliana frowned when I pulled away and opened the door. She yelled my name, “Uncuff me right now you piece of shit!”

I smirked and pocketed the little key, closing the door behind me. I waved my fingers at her, “Tootles, darling!”

“I hate you!”

I smiled and followed my guy to meet the stalker.

“Who the fuck are you?” the guy said as soon as I stepped into his cell. I ignored him and looked around, three of my people were waiting outside as other inmates pressed against the metal bars to see what was happening.

“I heard you stalked someone,” I said, finally looking at his face and chuckled. “Someone got to you before I did, huh?”

He was beaten up badly. Two black eyes, broken nose, lips and cheeks. Shit. Whoever beat him to pulp must have been furious. Who wouldn’t be?

“What do you want?” he snapped, his eyes wide and angry as I pulled a small stool and sat on it crossing my legs and watching him pace around.

“I want to know if you stalked a nineteen-year-old, kidnapped her and tried to assault her,” I asked calmy. He was new so he didn’t have any personal belongings but there was a thick encyclopedia about space on top of his bed.

“That’s bullshit!” he yelled. Three teeth were missing. He leaned closer, my guys straightening up and looking at me for a signal when he said, “I didn’t stalk her. She was my whore! She still is! She promised me we’d be together so I was just fulfilling it.”

“Is that so?” I asked and stood up, easily towering over him. “She promised you?” I said, taking a step closer.

He chuckled and I could see nothing but greedy lust in his eyes. I had seen men like him before. Killed them with my own hands and yet the disgust that crept up my body made me want to strangle him with my fucking shoelace.

“She did! But we were young so I even let her fuck other guys—”

I interrupted him with a punch on the ribs. He wheezed, falling on the floor and looking up at me, “What was that for?”

“Keep talking,” I said, tutting at him when he held my leg, trying to push me down. “I want to hear your last words.”

Before he could stand up, I grabbed the book, bashing it on his head. He fell on the floor again, coughing out blood. I knelt down and grabbed his hair. “Your first mistake was to harass a fucking teen and proudly telling me about it. You won’t get any mercy at all.”

I chuckled when he spit at me and ran a hand across my face before pouncing on him. By the time I was done, my orange shirt was covered in blood and the jerk was no longer breathing.

With a deep breath, I stood up and called in my guys. I stared at the dead man lying on the floor and then at them. “Cut off his dick and show it to everyone. If they have assaulted anyone, I want them begging for mercy for a quick death.”

“On it, Boss.”

I took the napkin from the man and wiped my knuckles.

“Is Lilliana mad?” I asked, ignoring all the inmates’ stares when I walked back to my cell.

“I… Good luck, Boss.”

I let out a soft chuckle and slapped him on the back ignoring the way he shuddered as if I’d ever hit him. He had taken an omertà to me. I’d never hurt my own men and women. They were my family.

“It’s good that my tongue game is good,” I muttered to myself and entered my cell.