Dark Hearts
Chapter 1
Ian McDuff had it in spades.
Literally, he had it in spades, as he laid his full house out for all to see.
They all cursed, throwing their cards in anger. The very lovely, delectable
card dealer grinned, bending down to hand him the chips as he got an amazing
view of her perky tits through her sexy cut out black and red jersey. He stared
and she knew it, giving him a wink and shake of her head.
He bit his lip as he looked her up
and down, knowing he was getting her ready with just that up and down glance.
She grew flush as he stood, smirking. “Miss Best, I’d like a word.”
She nodded, excusing herself and
following him up the red carpeted stairs, entering the elevator with him as he
pushed his floor, twenty-one. They were stopped by his assistant, Charlotte
McNeil, who looked quite disheveled. He stopped the doors open for her and she
heaved a sigh of relief, handing him a book with papers atop it and a Bic pen.
“Mr. McDuff, I need you to sign
these really quick.”
“Now?” He demanded with an arched
brow, and she blushed as she looked at the girl holding on to Ian’s pants. The
blush made her very pale skin actually look lovely.
“So sorry. Do you mind?”
He exhaled; signing his name on each
X. Charlotte did all the paperwork, all the calls, really most things he didn’t
want to bother with. She was rather nerdy, in a gray skirt and jacket and
purple turtleneck. He had no clue if she had a nice body because it was never
shown off, but one could definitely tell she was tiny. She was maybe five foot
with her pumps.
“Where are my glasses? Shoot.” She
mumbled. He let her search for a minute, before pulling them off the top of her
messy dark brown hair and handing them to her. She blushed more and he grew
impatient. “Thanks sir.”
She grabbed the books, checking them
and nodding. “Anything else you need?” He asked coolly.
“No, sir. Sorry again.”
He nodded, gesturing for her to
leave. She backed up and almost tripped in her haste. Luckily she caught
herself and then ran off. He shook his head. She was the clumsiest girl, but
truly worth her weight in gold. She ran everything with the utmost efficiency.
He returned to Lila, holding her to him.
“How have I not fucked you yet?”
She giggled. “I don’t know. Looks
like McNeil wants you too.”
“Charlotte? No way.”
“You don’t see the way she looks at
you?”
“No. Not my type anyway. I like my girls
a little more… flashy.”
She looked up at him, her almond-shaped
brown eyes glimmering behind her thick black fake lashes. He sure knew how to
hire. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about Mr. McDuff?”
He smiled slightly, pulling her thin
white straps down of her cut off shirt and kissing her shoulder, biting his lip
at the goose bumps that arose off her tan skin. She shivered slightly as he
slowly placed butterfly kisses up her neck.
“I just wanted to evaluate your work
performance.”
“You’ll find I have a strong work
ethic.” She whispered, grabbing his cock in her hand over his black Armani
slacks. He groaned, and caught her full lips against his. As the ding sounded
and the doors opened he picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing,
smirking at her shocked gasp. Not many women knew how strong as we was for his
size.
He slid his card in the door and as
the light went green he opened it, kicked it shut and through the sexy blonde
on his bed. She whimpered, starting to pull down her red mini but he stopped
her, catching her gaze in his.
“I do that.” He said softly.
She nodded and he proceeded to do
just as he pleased. Ian wasn’t satisfied until he got a girl off at least five
times before he had sex. He rarely had to wait long. As much of a player as he
was he was by no means selfish. It took Lila about three minutes. Not a record,
but not bad.
After he had her good and ready, he
went to his closet and broke out the leather whip, gag, blindfold, rope and
handcuffs, all made with red velvet to make them much more luxorious versus the
usual leather. She didn’t look surprised, just excited. He arched a brow at
her. “You ready for this?” He asked and she nodded eagerly, licking her lips.
“I’ve heard of freakier things from
you.” She said teasingly. He gave her a sexy half smile, slowly undressing.
“Not the first time, sweetheart.”
*****
Ian stared in the elevator on the
way down at a beautiful raven-haired girl. She looked young, which is why he
didn’t look long. She was a super thin, lithe, maybe five foot four or so. Her
eyes were what stuck with him, this beautiful cornflower blue with hints of
emerald, big as doe’s eyes.
She was in a leather jacket and sexy
dark jeans that hugged her perfectly, black heeled boots that accentuated what
the jeans did. He grimaced at his own stamina. Fucking that hot blond employee
of his should have satiated him for longer than this, but he had a weakness for
blue eyes. He looked down, clearing his throat, growing angry at how shy he was
acting. He was Ian McDuff for Christ’s sake.
She glanced over at him, her eyes
popping against her dark, thick eyeliner and tan skin. She smiled ever so
slightly, easing her very serious look. “Jane.” She said with a nod, a sexy
throaty voice that made him contemplate pushing her against the elevator wall.
“Ian.” He said simply and she
nodded, giving him a once over, appraising his expensive black suit, and no
doubt noticing his disheveled red striped tie and crooked collar. She leaned
over, folding his collar down and adjusting said tie, then went back to leaning
against the elevator wall. In shock, it was by far the longest ride of his
life, and he had ridden this elevator thousands of times.
“Better.” She said simply, looking
down at her black nails.
He grinned at her. “Thanks. You
visiting?”
She shrugged. “I guess. Here for the
black jack, really. You?”
The very slow elevator finally
reached the ground floor and the doors opened. “I kind of own it.”
She laughed. “Yeah, okay.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, okay.” He
repeated simply. He had no need to impress the girl.
She sauntered off sexily and he
appraised her high, round little ass. Grimacing and biting his lip he cursed
his constant horniness. He had thought as a man it wouldn’t be so bad, but he
was forever a teenager. He was so enthralled he almost didn’t get out, and the
doors started to close. Holding his black leather briefcase out to stop them,
he walked out, shaking his head with a sigh.
“Mr. McDuff.” Out came his big
Italian bodyguard. From Jersey, he epitomized everything it meant. He had the
slicked back greasy black hair, the super tan skin. He was about six five and
big as an ox but always had a mani and pedi, which amused him to no end. He
grinned, putting his arm around him.
“How are ya Vincenzo?”
“Another day, Mr. McDuff.”
“Yes, yes it is. A glorious one at
that.”
He walked through, talking to each
employee he saw. Fixing things that most people didn’t notice, the rug
scrunched up here, a crooked picture there. The casino was big, bright and
beautiful, with vivid colors of red, black and purple, plush thick carpeting
and bright lights. It was full of beautiful women who flocked to the lucky men
of the night, most of them high class hookers, and the frazzled men with
crooked ties who weren’t doing so well. There were also plenty of old women,
who never left the slot machines.
As he walked toward his office,
strolling past the enormous, lit up circular stone fountain with a few women in
their bras and panties he smiled as the waterfall hit them. Many people thought
they were crazy drunk girls, but they were merely employees of his. He was a
lucky guy indeed.
*****
“Yes, mom, I know. Ugh, mom I’m fine. You worry too much. No mom, I
don’t want to visit. You come out here. Yeah, yeah I know. Mom. MOM. Okay. Yeah, yeah, love you too.
Sure. This weekend? Um. Okay. Whatever. Bye. I said I love you. Mom! Okay. Bye.”
He hung up the phone with an angry
swipe, going back to his favorite game his mom had taken his attention from. As
she called again he rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to swipe the fuck you
button on her. Instead, he swiped green.
“Mom, what? Okay. Okay.” He sighed
at his ranting mom. “You’re bitchy with your old age.”
Vincenzo chuckled as she screamed
‘Old?’ so loud he had to hold the phone away from his ear. Ian chuckled
silently, listening to his mom complain about him never going to the doctor,
since he’d had a slight cold. She wanted him to get medicine so he didn’t
‘catch his death’. He listened to her rant, everything going out the other ear.
That never changed either.
“Okay mom, I’m busy. Don’t worry,
Vincenzo thinks your old ass is still bangable.”
“Ian McDuff!”
He chuckled at her high pitch. “Love
you. See you this weekend.” He swiped to hang up, going back to his game and
ignoring the three next calls from his girlfriends. Only his mom could get him
away from his jewel game.
Vincenzo cleared his throat and Ian
arched a brow. “Why would you tell your mom that, sir?”
“Because it’s true. You eye fuck her
every time she’s in town. Don’t blush because I can’t tell with your fake ass
tan.” Vincenzo sputtered and Ian laughed. “Just fucking with you. It’s okay,
I’m used to it by now. She’s almost forty and everyone is still all over her.”
“She is timeless.”
“Don’t tell her that. Tell her you
see some crow’s feet. Hah! I got a high score.”
Ian sighed as another woman called.
“More girls?” Vinnie asked.
“Yes. I shouldn’t give my number out
any more. I don’t say call me as in call me twenty times a day. Girls are
pathetic. Too easy. At this point, I’d like a challenge.”
“Hmm.”
Ian arched an eyebrow at his friend
for a moment. “It’s true.” As a knock sounded, Ian rolled his eyes. “Come in,
Charlotte.”
Vinnie smiled at the girl who strode
in, chewing on a pencil. “Your grandfather called me. We have to do a write up
of expenses.”
He grimaced, gesturing to his desk.
“Have fun.”
She nodded, going through and
finding all the receipts and statements she could.
“Why go for the easy ones then?”
Vinnie asked, and Ian smiled as he remembered their conversation.
“They’re all easy.” Ian replied.
“No. You just haven’t found the
right one. Isn’t that right, Charlotte?” Vin asked.
She looked up at the two men, her
full pink lips, which had no makeup as usual, arching into an actually very
attractive smile. “Not all girls are easy.”
“They are for me.” Ian said, and she
looked up at him, surprised. He noticed her dark blue eyes behind her black
rimmed plastic glasses. They were really appealing as well. How had he never
had noticed them for the two years she’d been working with him?
“Of course, Mr. McDuff.”
He chuckled as she got back to
stacking some papers. “Well thanks, Charlotte. Not much of a complimentary
girl, are you?”
“I don’t want to be unprofessional.
Of course you’re gorgeous. Like a Calvin Klein model.” At his raised eyebrows
and Vinnie’s guffaw she got up and walked out quickly, looking down the whole
way. “Good bye, sir.”
“You’re mean.”
“What?”
Vinnie shut the door behind her,
turning to fix a scowl at him. “Poor girl is in love with you.”
“Oh whatever, you always say that.
She is just a nerd.”
“You’re a dick. She’s not easy.”
“She would be easier, actually,
because she doesn’t have men all over her. No competition.”
“She’s not a bad looking broad.”
Vinnie said, looking confused.
Ian shook his head. “She’s not bad?
Okay, look what I get. I get not just tens, Vin, elevens. Twelves, even. Not up
to par.”
“You’re such a shallow dick. You
need to go to church. Find God, or something, boss.”
He laughed loudly. “Hell no. Sorry
to offend, but you know I don’t believe in much. Only believe in my badass
self. Don’t scoff; I’ll dock your pay. Scoff again. Shut up, Vinnie.”
Ian went on with his game, until his
elusive granddad called. Ian couldn’t ignore this one. He was already expecting
it. “Ian.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be comin inta town lad. By
weeks end.”
Ian blanched. Connor and his dad in
the same room? Great. “Okay, great.”
“I trust everything ta be ta me
likin lad? I’m old as dirt, lad. Time ta hand over more responsibilities ta
ye.”
Ian gulped. “Yes, sir, I’m sure you
will be very confident in me.”
“Aye, good. Lord know yer Da can’t
take over, he’s too busy with the lass and their little lassie.”
Ian smiled as he thought of Maggie,
his little sister, the spitting image of his mom when she was younger except
for her black hair from Connor. She was the sweetest, smartest little thing.
“Yes, I know. Also he sucks at running this place.”
His grandfather chuckled. “Aye, laddie,
he does. I’ll let ye go.”
“Bye, see you soon.”
He hung up, shaking hands. He was so
nervous. He hoped he liked everything. For three years now this had been his
whole life. “We have one week to really get this place straight. Not just great
but perfect, Vinnie. You got me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ian sighed. No more matching jewels
for now. He slid the skinny, curved silver smartphone in his pocket and stood.
He looked in his massive, gold bordered body mirror; making sure things were
straightened up. Vinnie scoffed and Ian’s handsome reflection smirked as Vinnie
came by his side to fix his own hair. Never let it be said these weren’t
conceited.
Ian was around five-ten, with
perfect cheekbones and a strong jaw and chin, perfect white teeth. His dark
brown hair was a tad messy from its slick back, but try as he might it wouldn’t
smooth. He shrugged his broad shoulders. They weren’t massive like Vinnie’s,
but he damn sure worked out two hours a day, sans steroids. Naturally skinny,
he had to eat a lot and work out more to keep his physique.
Ian nodded to his reflection after
tugging his slim fitting jacket down, and sauntered off with Vinnie to take
care of business.
*****
“We’ve got a counter.” Vinnie used
his watch that was also a smart phone to connect to Ian.
“I’ll come check it.” Ian replied.
“We got it if you’re busy, boss.”
“I know you got it, but I wanna make
sure they deserve… getting ‘it’. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ian sighed, walking away from
chewing out an employee for over pouring. He was not a fan of wasting the
casino’s money so the bartender could afford her boob job with tips. He was by
no means against chewing out a hot girl. They fucked up worse than the average
ones, even though they looked much better doing it.
He strode away from the girl, who
was nearly in tears, after putting a hand on her shoulder and letting her go
with one last warning. The girl was pouring three shots over consistently. He
passed many people who kept stopping him, needing this, wanting to know that.
It was exhausting but exciting at the same time, the industry.
When he finally reached the security
floor he strode up to the five guidos, feeling vastly pale and skinny as usual.
“Oh, white boy! Right over here.”
Ian chuckled. “Women love it. The
vampire obsession. That’s why I get more pussy than all of you juiceheads.”
“Oh!!”
Ian smirked and Michael Costello,
one of the heads of security, ruffled his perfect hair, getting greeted by a
scowl that even the big, muscly body builder couldn’t help but be frightened
by. “Sorry, sir.”
“Mmm hmmm. Let’s see.”
They zoomed in on a gorgeous raven-haired
beauty and he instantly recognized her by the outfit. She sure was counting,
too. “See?”
“Don’t beat her up. She’s a girl.
Scare her off, but none of the usual.”
“Got it, boss.”
He knew something was up with her.
“Give me a ring if there are any problems. Good find.”
Ian went back down to making sure
people were happy, employees were working hard, and that the mood was a fun,
relaxed one. Stealing a glass of champagne from one of the servers, he sauntered
over to roulette to make sure things were good there. The roulette girl was
also a bombshell, wearing the sexy cut out red and black jersey uniform, that
showed the undersides of her breasts as she bent down.
“I’m a fucking teenager.” He
muttered, sighing. One would think after doing this for years he’d get over
this but he was just as horny as ever.
He shook his head and walked off.
He’d fucked her a few times already. She’d even been in his favorite room, he
remembered with a smile. Sticking his hands in his slacks he did his rounds,
pausing only when he saw the girl, Jane, being taken away by two of his men. He
should let them handle it…
As he followed he wondered what was
wrong with him. He kept a good distance from her and the giant of a man, his
good friend Paul Petrecelli. He had her by the arm but was in no way rough with
her. That was a good sign. As they hit the elevator he walked out the doors to
the emergency stairs and jogged up them.
He came to the floor just in time to
catch them walking out of the chrome elevator doors and took a deep breath,
wondering just what was wrong with him, sneaking around his damn casino like he
had when he’d been a teenager following his grandpa and dad around. He sighed,
following them to the doors of one of their many secret rooms in the back.
The door opened to the almost pure
black room, nothing in their save a chair, tools and two big guys. They sat her
down and looked up to see Ian. They nodded and he walked in, wanting to make
sure the big oafs were gentlemanly. She looked up, not scared at all, at him,
and smiled a treacherous little smile, disturbing him in its familiarity.
“We don’t want to hurt you. You’re
lucky you ain’t got a dick. Leave your chips and go, and don’t come back, and
we will have no issue.” Paul said, and she laughed.
“I’m not scared. Do what you want.
It’s my goddamn money.”
“The hell it is. We don’t take
kindly to cheaters here.” Michael leaned in front of the girl as he growled out
the words. She crossed her legs and arms, laughing again.
“Strategy, not cheating.”
“My ass. Don’t come back.”
“Give me my money and I won’t.”
“Fuck no.”
She chuckled once more, peeking up
at him with a cocked eyebrow. It was then he noticed how blond that eyebrow was
compared to the black of her hair. He grew suspicious. “So you do own this
place, huh? Call off your goons.”
Ian shook his head. “How do I know
you?”
She smiled once more, then all of a
sudden in a flash she had Paul down on the ground, high heeled boot to his
throat, and as Michael came to her she pulled a small sword out of her leather
knee high. Ian ran for it, attempting to knock it out of her hand as another
guard used his watch-phone to get ahold of the police posted out front of the
casino.
She put his hand in some sort of
ninja death grip, dislocating three fingers. Shocked, he quickly popped them
back as she held a knife to his throat, after having knocked Michael out by a chop
to the neck with her hand.
“Dear brother, has it been so long?”
Ian sputtered. “B-b-brother?”
“Yes. Have fun staring at my ass?”
She grinned, looking positively maniacal, and he had a death grip on her arm to
prevent her from slicing his throat.
He felt sick to his stomach. “I only
have one sister, and she’d only be maybe fifteen? No way. She’s locked up.”
“Hah. Rehabilitated last year. I’m sane. A fake ID, wig and padding help me
look a little older. Seems to have worked.”
At the demonic look in her eyes, all
sorts of awful memories came flooding back, seeing his mom nearly dead because
of this bitch. He threw her off him and pinned her down so quickly, even the
ninja girl couldn’t escape or even breathe. He scowled down at her.
“Liza.”
He had already taken her dagger. She panicked, breathing quickly and shaking
her head.
“You wouldn’t.”
“The fuck I wouldn’t. I’m not Mom. I
don’t have any sympathy for you.”
As the cold metal tip started to
puncture her throat she gulped. “I’ll leave. I wasn’t going to hurt you, I
swear. Till they caught me.”
“Sure. I’ll believe a socio.”
She scowled up at him. “I didn’t
kill you. I could have. Let me go and you won’t see me again, I swear. I just
wanted to know how you all were doing, not interfere-”
“Don’t go near Mom. Ever.” He
managed to bite out between his clenched teeth as he looked at his knocked out
men on the floor. She nodded, no doubt fake tears in her blue eyes.
“How is she? Will you tell me that?”
“Better, now that she has a new
daughter who doesn’t stab her.”
She shivered at the coldness in his
voice. He had the strangest moment of sympathy as he remembered her as a
toddler, so smart and sweet and annoying. This was his half-sister. Could he
kill her? Did he have it in him?
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