Chapter 4

“Here, like you wanted… Today’s receipts, invoices from the deliveries, the tips, takings, and the till print off; would you like me to do anything else for you? Seeing as I am obviously not busy in Happy hour with serving customers and running myself ragged with your demands?” I glare at Luciano, throwing the papers on his cluttered desk, completely pissed that he made me do this on a Saturday night at eleven p.m. In our busiest season with the Football playoffs, the bar is heaving since he opened it up to the public in Alexi’s absence.

Luciano glares right back with that unconcealed disdain he has had for me since I arrived here. The short fat little balding creep has done nothing but rile me up the wrong way and put me down at every turn from day one.

The Camilla of the streets would have romanced him and blown him by now if he was of any value to me in this life, but as I have my eye on a much bigger and sexier prize, then I am wasting none of my hard-earned flattery