Billionaire Blood

chapter 11 - the one night stand

KATERINA MORALES NÉE SOLDANO

When Dante left I caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. A tuxedo and I could smell his cologne from a mile away. Now my intuition is rarely wrong. And who the fuck wears a tuxedo when meeting up for dinner with just a friend?

Seeing the formal outfit Dante was wearing I chose to wear a sleek black dress, that was good for all occasions, and decided to tail him.

I then put my hacking skills to use and found the location of his car. It was parked at the Inganno, a luxury restaurant for the public, but for the mafia, an art gallery.

You see art galleries and museums are where most money is laundered. It's easy, effective and even though most people know it's a scheme there's nothing anyone can do about it. After all you can't put a price on art.

I drove down to the restaurant/gallery in record speed. When I got to the counter, they let me through without asking questions because everyone already knows me.

Also the fact, I own half the gallery.

When I walked in, I blended into the crowd, trying not to draw attention to myself. I didn't want Dante to find me yet. I searched and that's when I found him.

Looking at a sculpture called "Wertlos", he had another girl on his arm. My eyes narrowed trying to figure out where I've seen her before. She turned around reaching for a glass of champagne from the servers and that's when I recognised her.

Ivana Petrović.

23. Daughter of Serbian Mafia leader. Goes to Oxford for Criminal Law.

Ironic, I know.

The Serbians have caused us many problems in the past. When I took over leadership from my mother, there was less damage to our shipments but the Serbians had it out for us still.

I moved further away from them but still had the two in my vision. I watched as Dante kissed her on the cheek while she giggled. Seeing that my little excursion didn't lead to much excitement, I decided to leave.

I started thinking, Dante was free to be with whoever he wanted. Why was I keeping this 'vow of chastity' for my husband. I should really just let loose and have fun with whoever I wanted, and that is exactly what I decided to do.

AUTHORS NOTE:
she's not a virgin guys lol.

I made my way back in to the gallery and waited for the guys to inevitably come up to me.

Dominik Woźniak made his way up to me first. He was the brother of the leader of the Polish Mafia. He was quite good looking. With messy brown hair and dark blue eyes, 6'2 and wearing a suit to match his eyes. We were good friends with the Polish.

"Hello Katerina, long time no see. Why's a pretty lady like you standing in the corner by herself?"

"Zgadzam się, że minęło sporo czasu. Czekałem tylko na człowieka, który ze mną chodzić będzie."
(I agree that it has been a long time. I was just waiting for a man to come to me.)

"Dlaczego nie jestem zaskoczony, że znasz język polski? Chodźmy do obrazów."
(Why am I not surprised you know Polish? Let's go to the paintings)

We made our way to the paintings and laughed at the shitty artwork. I felt his hand sneak up onto my waist and I did nothing to stop it. Dominik was a breath of fresh air. I hadn't been myself in a while and this night was reminding myself of the old me. Carefree, single and flirty.

He pulled me closer and nuzzled my ear.

"You're beautiful Katerina," he whispered giving me a kiss on the cheek.