Cassie with everything he had, driving her wild. She was tender, satiated, and exhausted, but her body still responded to his kiss like it was the first time, and she had to force herself to rein it in. “The world’s our oyster, Cassie. I’m gonna do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman alive, I promise. I’ll die before I let anyone hurt you or take you away again.”
“You and me against the world?”
“Absolutely,” Leo agreed, sliding away and blowing her a kiss before he shut the door behind him. Cassie flopped back with a sigh, and could tell without even checking in the mirror that she had the cheesiest grin on her face.
***
“Let’s call it fifty grand and you’ve got a deal,” Leo offered the man sat opposite him, who, although he clearly hated accepting the low offer, accepted. Dennis Sampson, current owner of Sampson’s Billiards Hall , shuffled forward in his seat and stretched out his hand. Leo took it and grinned across at his aging companion. Not only had he finalized his first purchase of a casino that morning, but he’d also gotten wind of a certain pool-hall owner with some serious gambling debts owed to his newest establishment. Leo had then made a point of visiting Mr. Sampson in person to discuss the full repayment. He didn’t want to inherit bad debtors after all, so focused on cleaning up their balance sheets from the get-go.
As it happened, Dennis was so far under that his only option had been to sell Leo his business. The pool hall was worth a few hundred thousand pounds, minus his debt of course, so he was lucky to even have the opportunity to walk away with money in his pocket at all. “Don’t screw me over on this, Dennis, otherwise I’ll be visiting your home next time. What is it, two sons you’ve got?” he said, and Dennis paled as he gave a slight nod of his head. “Seeing as I’m in a good mood, you’ve got until the end of the week. Get your shit together, the paperwork signed, and leave my lawyer the keys. Got it?”
“Of course, Mr. Solomon. Thank you,” he replied, and squirmed in his seat. Leo had made it quite clear he wasn’t against sending in the heavies, and how he would be happy to teach Dennis a lesson with his fists if necessary. Although his days of whores and drugs were behind him, Leo figured there were only so many new tricks an old dog could learn.
In just one morning’s work, Leo knew he was already establishing himself in the city as someone not to be messed with, and he liked it. He’d had associates in London for years, as well as his extended family, so walking into his role as business mogul had been relatively easy, but he wasn’t going to waste a moment not enjoying his spoils. People all across the city had apparently heard of him and his US empire, and foolish nobodies like Dennis Sampson were already cowering before him, which Leo loved. According to his new right hand man and cousin, Brian, stories of his time spent as gangster-turned-crime-lord in prison had preceded him. Leo was the notorious drug-lord who’d taken on the Mexican cartel and won, and he knew he could use his notoriety to his advantage.
He left the pool-hall and climbed into his new ride. His wheels were a flashy black sports car with every added extra, and more than a fair share of horses under the bonnet. Leo’s days of being driven around by his men might be behind him for now, but he was going to enjoy the in-between time with another of his new toys.
“Brian, have the manager in my office waiting for me, will you?” Leo barked into his cell phone as he parked in the lot behind his new casino. He was eager to show his new employees he meant business, but that he was also approachable. Brian had been there all morning, and had made sure everything was already set up for his sit-down with the manager, Stuart Smith.
“Sure thing, boss. I’ll grab him now,” his steady voice replied via his hands-free speakers, and Leo ended the