The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

04

"I-" I sigh. "I overslept, boss."

He stays silent on the other side.

Being together and growing up almost in the same house, you pick up some of each others hints.

"I am fine." I replied to his unasked question. "I am fine, Roman"

"Bene." He said. "At the hotel. Twenty minutes. Move it." He barked ending the call.

I dialed the cleaning service of the hotel to send a maid before showering and suiting up for the day.

After the drive to the village inn hotel and resort, I met Roman in his office.

Looking a bit out of the weather, the man sat on the brown leather chair behind the brown varnished table.

"Where do you want me?" I asked pulling the visitor'a chair back and sitting down, undoing the button on my suit jacket, leaning back.

Roman reached to the drawer on the desk and tossed a black velvet drawstring pouch toward me.

Emptying the contents in the table top, I examined the nine carat stones, thirty in total, polished and untracked and renumbered and ready for whatever job they had.

"Seems alright to me." I reply putting the contents back on the pouch and tossing it back to Roman.

He caught the thing as I lit up a cigarette and blew a smoke of tobacco in the air.

"I had sex with Blaire." He says leaning his head back against the backrest.

"So?" I ask. "She has a feisty mouth, it was supposed to happen anyway, the fuck you care for?" I asked taking a drag of the cigarette.

Roman sighs. "It wasn't supposed to happen-"

"What?" I smirked. "You regret it?"

"Fuck it." He said grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up. "I have work to do, feeling a pussy around my dick ain't gonna put food on the table."

I shook my head at this thought.

A late breakfast was served the office room for both me and Roman.

"Recall on your first day back, Ricardo mentioned a tripper?" Roman asked.

"Clearly." I reply. "What do you-"

"Suppose, the said tripper was one from the Salvatore family." Roman rudely interrupts. "I want you to reach out for this bastard, and ask why was he looking for me."

"You suppose, he has some inside information for us?" I ask scooping a spoonful of beans in my mouth.

"I do." Roman agrees. "I want you to sit with him, record every goddamn breath he gives away."

I nod. "Sure."

"And then come back to Minx, we will have a drink." He smiles at me retrieving a folder from the drawer and handing it over. "It contains all the information. Get in with Eli and find where this asshole is and make him talk."