Read Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance for Free Online

to the computer.
    “Can I help you, sir?” she says, showing a smile so bright and open that I know she's ready. Hallelujah. What are the odds of finding our girl right here at the front desk?
    “I have a reservation under Borisliev?” he says politely. He drums his fingers against the gleaming wood and smirks at her. What a charming fuck. Her cheeks go pink as she types on the keyboard, obviously struggling to keep her eyes down.
    I take a look at Alek, who seems terribly pleased with himself already. He smells like a bottle of cologne. But when I glance back at her, I notice the ring on her left hand. She's married. I glance at Alek and shake my head slightly.
    We don't need that kind of drama. I don’t want to wreck some girl, only to have her old man trying to hunt us down when we haven't even been here a week.
    Alek takes my meaning immediately and pushes himself slightly back from the counter. The girl figures it out right away and looks up at him, startled.
    “I'll just… I'll need a card and an ID to hold the room,” she says in a voice that's syrupy with disappointment. I half expect her to start apologizing.
    Alek flashes her a grin that I guess is supposed to be some kind of consolation prize and slides her a card. I shift from foot to foot, eager to get the show on the road. If not this blonde, then somebody else and fast. I pivot and start walking.
    “You know, you could try to be a little bit more subtle,” Alek says as he catches up to me crossing the foyer in a hurry toward the bar. “You didn't have to brush her off like that.”
    “She wasn't even looking at me, Alek. You’re the one who broke her heart.”
    Alek shrugs. It makes him uncomfortable to ever think of himself as the bad guy, even when it is so obviously what we are.
    “Tell you what, if there's no action in the bar, you can head back over there.”
    Alek cocks an eyebrow at me. “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah. I'll just jerk off while I watch you guys, how about that?” I say.
    “Wow, you would do that for me?” he says sarcastically.
    I smack him hard on the shoulder. “Yeah, brother. Only for you.”
    ***
    The bar is just what I wanted. It's wide open and even though it's early, there are at least a dozen people here with no company. The lighting is all pink and purple, lit from recessed alcoves to give the ceiling a sort of fairyland glow.
    It looks like some kind of corporate place, the kind where they send people into Chicago for a few days to get a job done. People come in, check into the hotel and find themselves bored at 7 o'clock at night. They head down to the bar for company.
    Here we are, ladies, more company than you bargained for.
    My eyes seesaw over the small crowd. Groups of one or two. A couple of older guys in cheap suits with their eyes fixed on the muted televisions overhead, their mouths hanging open as they read the closed caption commentary of the basketball game that’s on. This is not the sort of bar where they turn on the volume for the TV if the piano is playing.
    A tight, pinched-face lady looks Alek up and down as we walk past her. She's playing with a string of beads around her neck and holding a martini a few inches from her mouth. Not sure about this one. She's slightly past the freshness date, but I do like a woman who's been through the mill more than once.
    I'll have to keep her in mind for later. Maybe as a snack after the main attraction.
    There's a pair of thick blondes at the corner of the bar, too. They're both giggling a little too loudly at their jokes, gnawing on the end of cocktail skewers and rubbing those plump ass cheeks against the barstools. That's excellent. That's what I'm talking about. I can have them both moaning and begging for release in minutes. That's what I need, not just one woman, two. Two to go.
    “Her,” Alek says in a low voice next to me.
    I stop up short and look around. He’s not looking at the blondes by the bar, but at a booth off to the left in front of a violet