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can’t.”
“You can and you will. This how we do it, girl. You will be with all those fancy folks. What if you end up somewhere you have to pay your own tab? Huh? Now scoot. Your driver awaits.”
Kyra leapt at her friend and surrogate mother. She hugged her neck. “I love you! I love you!”
“Go, baby doll! Rock it tonight like I taught you.”
Kyra was at the door with Jamie. She locked up her apartment. Her friend saw her to the elevator and kissed her goodbye. She was so excited she nearly tripped over her own feet when she pushed out the front lobby door. The driver was parked in front leaning against the car unfazed by the brisk weather. Kyra closed her coat and started down the steps. She happened to glance across the street. Cezar stood by his car watching her. He immediately dashed across the street toward her.
“Kyra! I want to talk to you.”
Shocked she froze. When he drew closer she finally caught her breath to speak. “What are you doing here?”
“Where are you going?” he looked her over. “You look beautiful. You changed your hair?”
“Thank you, excuse me.” She started toward the driver. Cezar grabbed her arm.
“I’m sorry for calling you a bitch. It’s driving me crazy that you won’t call me back. Maybe tonight we can talk it all out.”
“No. Cezar, I’m sorry but no. Please stop coming around here and bothering me. It’s over.” Kyra snatched away.
Behind the finger smudged lens of his glasses his eyes narrowed on her. Something deeper than anger flashed deep within his brown irises. He stepped back. Kyra shook her head in bafflement. They’d only dated for three short months. Surely it couldn’t be this hard for Cezar to get the picture. She walked away from him, done with the matter. Once she was secured in the back seat of the car she glanced back to Cezar on the sidewalk. He didn’t move or blink. He stood there as solid as stone watching her. She rolled her eyes. Hopefully he finally got the picture.
The driver pulled away from the curb and Kyra relaxed. She couldn’t believe her life.
Chapter Three
The First Time He Noticed Her
“Boss, is there anything else?” Peppino asked in Italian. No matter how many times Renaldo tried to get the boys to practice English, they never did. He’d given up on the effort and only addressed them in Italian. Tasked with security, among other things, every place the women visited or gathered in was swept by his men.
The private room at the Waldorf had a secure entrance to and from the designated dining area. The only unknown for the evening would be the people who served as the wait staff. At home the servers would be Battaglia employees and would have been carefully screened by him. Here in America the women dined amongst strangers. And in their lifestyle strangers could be dangerous. “I want you at the elevator and Tino to be posted in front of the doors of the private dining room. The hotel has provided a hostess who will screen the guests. I will be nearby inside for the event.”
“ Sì. Ti capsico ,” Peppino said and walked off.
Renaldo checked his watch. It was time for him to check in. He glanced at the hostess. He wasn’t good at English but Donna Mirabella was giving him lessons. And he improved so much that Giovanni agreed he could accompany the women when they travelled to America. Of course he’d been to America before. But the trips were always for a job that ended most unpleasantly for the person he came to see. He cleared his throat and processed the words he needed to say.
“ Mi scusi bella , I need to use a phone,” he said.
The petite brunette with large round eyes under long dark lashes flashed him a lovely smile. “Of course. Can you come with me please?” she strutted off in a fitted black mini dress that sculpted her shapely hips and ass nicely. He, however, wasn’t easily distracted by a woman’s beauty. In his life discipline and focus were a testament to a man’s
“You can and you will. This how we do it, girl. You will be with all those fancy folks. What if you end up somewhere you have to pay your own tab? Huh? Now scoot. Your driver awaits.”
Kyra leapt at her friend and surrogate mother. She hugged her neck. “I love you! I love you!”
“Go, baby doll! Rock it tonight like I taught you.”
Kyra was at the door with Jamie. She locked up her apartment. Her friend saw her to the elevator and kissed her goodbye. She was so excited she nearly tripped over her own feet when she pushed out the front lobby door. The driver was parked in front leaning against the car unfazed by the brisk weather. Kyra closed her coat and started down the steps. She happened to glance across the street. Cezar stood by his car watching her. He immediately dashed across the street toward her.
“Kyra! I want to talk to you.”
Shocked she froze. When he drew closer she finally caught her breath to speak. “What are you doing here?”
“Where are you going?” he looked her over. “You look beautiful. You changed your hair?”
“Thank you, excuse me.” She started toward the driver. Cezar grabbed her arm.
“I’m sorry for calling you a bitch. It’s driving me crazy that you won’t call me back. Maybe tonight we can talk it all out.”
“No. Cezar, I’m sorry but no. Please stop coming around here and bothering me. It’s over.” Kyra snatched away.
Behind the finger smudged lens of his glasses his eyes narrowed on her. Something deeper than anger flashed deep within his brown irises. He stepped back. Kyra shook her head in bafflement. They’d only dated for three short months. Surely it couldn’t be this hard for Cezar to get the picture. She walked away from him, done with the matter. Once she was secured in the back seat of the car she glanced back to Cezar on the sidewalk. He didn’t move or blink. He stood there as solid as stone watching her. She rolled her eyes. Hopefully he finally got the picture.
The driver pulled away from the curb and Kyra relaxed. She couldn’t believe her life.
Chapter Three
The First Time He Noticed Her
“Boss, is there anything else?” Peppino asked in Italian. No matter how many times Renaldo tried to get the boys to practice English, they never did. He’d given up on the effort and only addressed them in Italian. Tasked with security, among other things, every place the women visited or gathered in was swept by his men.
The private room at the Waldorf had a secure entrance to and from the designated dining area. The only unknown for the evening would be the people who served as the wait staff. At home the servers would be Battaglia employees and would have been carefully screened by him. Here in America the women dined amongst strangers. And in their lifestyle strangers could be dangerous. “I want you at the elevator and Tino to be posted in front of the doors of the private dining room. The hotel has provided a hostess who will screen the guests. I will be nearby inside for the event.”
“ Sì. Ti capsico ,” Peppino said and walked off.
Renaldo checked his watch. It was time for him to check in. He glanced at the hostess. He wasn’t good at English but Donna Mirabella was giving him lessons. And he improved so much that Giovanni agreed he could accompany the women when they travelled to America. Of course he’d been to America before. But the trips were always for a job that ended most unpleasantly for the person he came to see. He cleared his throat and processed the words he needed to say.
“ Mi scusi bella , I need to use a phone,” he said.
The petite brunette with large round eyes under long dark lashes flashed him a lovely smile. “Of course. Can you come with me please?” she strutted off in a fitted black mini dress that sculpted her shapely hips and ass nicely. He, however, wasn’t easily distracted by a woman’s beauty. In his life discipline and focus were a testament to a man’s