Free Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1 (Roman Crime Family) by Alisa Anderson, Cameron Skye Page B

the hell am I going to get through this?
    She closed her eyes. Swaying to the music.
    She opened them, looking directly at him.
    Something took over.
    She found herself dancing for him. Seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole. It was as if they were the only ones in the room.
    The more she danced, the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large erection and didn’t seem to care if she knew.
    He was feeding her.
    She got lost in his eyes. Forgetting they were in a club.
    His club.
     

     
    He was intrigued with her the moment he saw her.
    Her blond hair shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore, as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat. Even her belly button looked inviting.
    Her long legs were gorgeous, going on forever. Firm. Muscular. Dancer’s legs. The tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her round, shapely ass.
    He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot, yet look so angelic and innocent? She couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty.
    What was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? She hid a lifetime of pain behind those eyes, much wiser than her years.
    He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.
    Hearing the music stop, he got his emotions in check. Before he made an idiot of himself over some girl.
    A child, he barely knew.
    “Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three. The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of. Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”
    He got up from the chair, walking towards the back. 
    “Your stage name is Manhattan. Remember it.” 
    He turned, looking at her standing on the stage. 
    “See you at six, kid. That is, if you’ll be back.”
    Jess climbed off the stage.
    “Thanks Mr. Roman.”
    “Call me Nick.”
    “Of course…Mr. Roman.”
    She smiled at him, looking cocky.
    Nick laughed softly to himself, shaking his head, then walked to his office. That girl was trouble. 
    “Just what the fuck I need.”
    He closed his office door, sighing.

2
     
    Jess didn’t know what to make of that afternoon. But at six pm sharp, she showed up at the club.
    Whatever it was, wasn’t going to stop her from making that money. She had to keep her eyes on the prize.
    A large man dressed in black with an earpiece signaled she was at the right place. He must be Angel.
    He opened the door and she saw women milling around in nothing but thongs, bras and stilettos. Some were at the bar topless, others were grouped together talking.
    She felt several eyes on her. While no one was openly hostile, they weren’t overly friendly either. It was like being the new girl in high school all over again.
    She straightened her spine. High school was over. She hadn’t been that scared little girl in a long time.
    Asking for Nick, one of the guys pointed toward the bar. Walking toward him, she saw him bend forward doing several lines off of it.
    She touched his shoulder lightly. “Mr. Roman?”
    Nick didn’t look surprised to see her.
    “Manhattan. Happy you showed up. Come sit by me.” He offered her a straw as she sat. “Want a line? And I thought told you. Call me Nick.” 
    “Umm, no. But thanks anyway.” Pause. “Nick.”
    She couldn’t believe he was sitting there, doing coke at the bar. Then again, this was all his shit, so she supposed he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
    “You sure? Allison said you can snort with the best of them.” 
    “Did she, now? Seems Allison’s said a lot about me to you.” 
    “I always know shit about my girls, kid. But I’m glad you said no. I told you never do coke on my stage. For that matter, at my bar. You just passed initiation.”
    “Is everything a damn test to you?”
    “Mostly. It’s my Scorpio nature. We never trust anyone.” He looked at her