Red Hot Affairs: The Billionaire's Pimp

Entrapping The Seductress

The next morning, Serafina woke up as early as five o'clock to the sound of the city morning. Last night might have been a total failure, but that didn't mean she couldn't try this morning. This was her first time experiencing this, but she was sure she could pull it off. 

Giovanni was fast asleep beside her, and his arm was wrapped around her waist. She stared at him for a while, memorizing his beautiful face and how peaceful he looked in his sleep, feeling bad that this would be her last time seeing this man.

Well, that was the price she had to pay for being a thief. But she promised not to forget his face or how he'd made her feel last night.

She gently pushed his arm off her, careful not to wake him, as she slipped out of his bed. Her dress and shoes were sprawled at the other end of the bed, and as she picked it, her eyes caught a pure silver wristwatch on the bed stand. She looked at him before sneaking towards it and slipping it into her purse.

That wasn't all. She wanted more. She quickly slipped into her dress and climbed slowly back into bed towards Giovanni. His black card had to be in his pocket. She'd seen him slip it in before they entered his suit. 

Watching his gaze, she moved her hand slowly and smoothly, like always. She was good at this. Only today, she wasn't. As soon as her finger brushed the tip of his pocket, strong fingers gripped her wrist, and Giovanni's eyes flew open. In a swift movement, he turned her over and had her pinned against the bed, his fingers wrapped around her neck. 

"What...the hell are you doing?!" She cried with difficulty as she struggled against him.

"Hand over the wristwatch." His voice was low and dangerous.

Serafina's heart sank. He knew. He'd been watching her! 

"What are you talking about?"

He laughed. "You think I didn't notice your antics? Drugging my drink and having me drink it so you could steal from me like you do to the other men?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She cried and began to push him, but he was as strong as a rock, unmoving. Her eyes darted towards her purse. It lay beside her, and before she could reach it, he grabbed it with one hand and sat around her hip, flipping it open as he took out his wristwatch. It gleamed under the dim light, and she cursed under her breath. 

"So what do you have to say about this, Serafina?" He hissed, giving her a death glare. His eyes were no longer friendly.

She gave him no reply. Her life mattered right now. He was going to have her arrested, and the Police would know she wasn't a citizen of America, and she was going to be deported back to Italy, where her enemies were finally going to catch up with her.

I'm sorry, Giovanni, but I will have to kill you. She said to herself and grabbed the gun. 

She hit him on the jaw, causing him to tip over, and immediately, she climbed out of the bed, breathing heavily as she pointed the gun at him. "Don't move an inch, or I'll shoot you. Don't test me!"

But Giovanni only smiled. There was an evil glint in his eyes as he climbed out of the bed, his body growing taller as he straightened. "Then go ahead. Could you do it? Pull the fucking trigger." He began to walk towards her. 

Why did he have to be so distractingly beautiful? Her eyes raked down his body, taking in his lithe length. She didn't want to kill him, but she had to. "I'm sorry, Giovanni."

Bang!

Serafina closed her eyes immediately. The bullet left the cartridge, but when she opened her eyes, he was right in front of her with an evil smile. The bullet hit the glass behind them, thumping before it clattered to the ground. He grabbed the gun off her hand and hit the side of her belly. Serafina cried and fell to her knees. He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall.

"You should have shot when you had the chance," He hissed. "But now, you're in my hands, and I can do whatever I want."

"You can't do nothing!" Serafina coughed out. 

"Well, let's see," He cocked his head to the side. "You work for me, and I keep you alive."

Serafina laughed. "Work for you? As a housemaid or what?"

"A Seductress," He hissed and tightened his grip around her throat. 

"What?! Why would I do that?"

"Because that is what you do for a living." He replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He pushed her. Hard. She crashed into the bed stand, her hip connecting with the end of the wood and sending a sharp cry out of her throat. 

"Serafina Marcia Romano," He whispered as he crouched to her level. "Seductress and robber. Works for Drake Trevor. Not a citizen of America. She leaves Italy to hide away from the Devil Claw Mafia group and moves around like a ghost to avoid being caught. What else do you want me to tell you?"

Serafina's heart sank. He knew who she was. He knew every fucking detail. This was a trap, and she had fallen for it. She groaned and sat up. "Nothing else. How the fuck did you get intel on me? Did Drake use you to set me up? I knew he was—"

"No. Drake doesn't have a thing to do with this," Giovanni replied and brushed her hair behind her ear softly. How could a man who had beat the shit out of her be this soft simultaneously? "But he will have a thing to do with this when I report to the authorities that he has been harbouring a fugitive."

Serafina glared at him. "Can you stop threatening me and tell me what the fuck you want?!"

Giovanni laughed and stood to his feet. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it up before taking a few puffs and turning to her. 

"I already made it clear, but since you want me to repeat, I want you to work for me."

"Nonsense!" Serafina retorted. "There has to be more reasons than you wanting me to work for you."

"I've been watching you for a while. You're good at what you do. Very impressive. I want you to work for me."

"As you can see, I already work for Drake. I can't terminate my contract with him to work for a stranger who is probably disguised as the FBI who wants to turn me in!"

Giovanni burst into laughter, and Serafina hated that she found his smile appealing. "I don't work for the FBI. Let's get this over with. Will you work for me, or do you want me to make that call and have you deported to Italy? I would love to kill you to make things easier, but your assailants would love to do the dirty work themselves."

"What do you get from this?" Serafina hissed as anger bubbled up within her. Her time with Giovanni had turned from sweet and sensual to sour in hours, and she suddenly began to hate him. 

"Your service and expertise," He shrugged. "More success for us and you."

"I can't."

Giovanni scoffed and stood to his feet. He slid out his phone from his pocket.

Serafina had a few seconds to make a decision. Work for him to stay alive? Drake wasn't going to be happy about it, but this man standing before her had the key to her life and her death. She didn't have much of an option.

"Blython—"

"I'll work for you!" She cried and pushed to her feet, limping towards him. She grabbed his arm and shook her head. "I'll work for you."

Giovanni smirked and nodded before ending the call. Then he stretched out his hand. "Welcome to the organization, Serafina."