Unbound (The Dominator #3) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
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“Shit,” Johnny said.

“Yeah. Our logo was all over the place. We suspect he orchestrated it because not only was he in the vicinity, not tryin’ to hide it, but my top security guy just notified me that someone matching his description fucked our family restaurant, Venetia, for a $1930 tab the night before, shit load of expensive wine and top shelf booze and a pile of the most expensive food on the menu. Guy matching Denarda’s description walked out.”

“Call the cops?”

“Yeah, restaurant manager did. Found out he bought a first-class ticket the day before yesterday to my city, returning to Vegas this morning. He was on the flight I missed, so if my wife wasn’t pukin’ her guts out when I was supposed to leave, we’d have been on that plane together. That was no coincidence. That sleazy little fucker wanted me to set eyes on his ugly mug and be stuck lookin’ at it for two hours.”

Johnny added, “Leo was shunned at the door of a big game I was at last week and didn’t react. Or didn’t seem to react.”

John topped up both our glasses with Scotch. He told the server to leave the bottle. She’d tried to give me ‘fuck me’ eyes, but I ignored her. It wasn’t hard. Women coming onto me wasn’t new but as always, I’d never been led around by my dick. The only woman who had the capability to do that was my wife and it wasn’t her style – probably part of why she had that ability.

John, however, had stared at that server’s ass and legs in tiny black booty shorts as she strutted away.

“We’ll talk more later,” I said, “not in front of Goldberg.” I jerked my chin toward Ben Goldberg, who was approaching our table.

Goldberg strolled up to us and sat with a sigh.

“Her seams are crooked, Benny-boy,” Johnny said, the cigar in between his teeth, gesturing to our server, who was still strutting away.

Ben looked over his shoulder and shook his head. “Standards.”

He pulled his phone out of the inside breast pocket of his suit, dialed, and then barked, “Get Lily straightened up. Her seams are a mess.” He hung up.

“Fete needs to be pristine,” Johnny said.

“Agreed.” Ben reached for the bottle, filled a glass and leaned in. “I got a scene for that. Master flogs his sub for crooked seams. After she takes her punishment, the scene ends with a flash forward to her the following day, purposely pushing those seams askew when he’s ready to inspect.”

“Niiiiice…” Johnny drawled and then looked at me. “This guy. Some got an app for that. Benny’s got a scene for that.”

Ben Goldberg was a perverted fucker, for sure. He looked as straight-laced missionary-style as they came. But he wasn’t. Not by a longshot.

“Leo Denarda called me this morning. Demanded a meeting tonight,” Ben switched gears, looking to me. “Recommended you attend.”

“Recommended?”

“He did. His words. Tell Tommy Ferrano that I recommend he show up.” Ben sipped his drink. “It’s on neutral territory, a nightclub just off the strip. I have half a dozen bouncers who can accompany us and keep the peace.”

“You go. Let me know the gist. He wants a meet with me, he can reach out directly and request that. My response to that request will be a reflection of the way his request comes across.”

It’d also happen only after I had a chance to scout the planned location, or choose it. And bring my own muscle. With a sniper planted, his weapon pointed at Denarda the entire time.

Johnny shook his head. “He’ll see that as a sign of disrespect, Tommy. You really wanna poke him like that?”

“Ask how many fucks I give,” I clipped. “That disrespect is not unearned. That slimy little cheap-suited fuck hasn’t earned the time of day from me and if my suspicions are right and he’s fucked with all that shit back home, he’s gonna feel the opposite of my respect. Right where it hurts.”

“Shit back home?” Ben asked.

I shook my head. “Forget about it for now. I’m still confirming. You take the meet and lemme know the gist.”

The subject got dropped and our meeting went on and we dealt with the things we needed to, final numbers and plans for the launch of Fete. There was PR happening and we’d be having adult industry big-name entertainers flown in for it.

I wasn’t planning on attending the opening night events. They were trying to talk me into it but bringing my pregnant wife into that scene? The alternative of going stag? Probably not a great idea. I told them I’d think about it.

Dare and I didn’t want to be in this business long-term because of some of the people it’d tie us to, but based on associations and the past as well as the façade we were trying to keep up, it was the only thing that made sense for now.



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