I reach for my glass and raise it at him and say, “Here’s to ruling the city.”
Luca mirrors me and says, “To ruling the city.”
We both sip on our drinks, talk more about our plan while he watches the dancers emerge from the sides, stepping up on to their platforms, rolling their bodies to the beat of the music.
I leave Grasso to watch my dancers in one of my private suites and head to my office to run over some paperwork from the latest shipment of product from my gun runner. I have the papers scattered across my desk with my laptop open when Angelo opens the door firmly. My eyes snap to him. His jaw is tight, lips pursed and the small vein at the base of his neck ispulsating. I move to see his hand is gripping the door handle so tight, his knuckles are pure white.
“What?”
He nods to my laptop where I can pull up the security feed from the club. “Might want to take a look over near the bar.”
The papers drop from my hand, my fingers graze over the mouse pad minimizing the document on my screen to pull up the security footage. I click on the small box to zoom in. Her beautiful face appears in front of me next to my sister with Lorenzo right behind them. My eyes trace every inch of her, my fingers tremble to touch her skin, and I can feel myself start to harden in my pants. Her long hair is down with the ends curled the way I love to see it. The makeup she has on is more than she ever wears, and I know it was not her doing to have that much on her perfect skin. The dress however has my body reacting in a jealous wave of emotion. The fabric looks like a second skin was it is perfectly fitted on her body. It hugs her curves making me want to shoot every single man in this building for thinking that they have the right to even look at her and appreciate her beauty. It’s taking everything in me not to storm down there and start shooting.
I watch the screen with my eyes narrowed as I can tell that she is nervous by the way she keeps rubbing her hands together and playing with the wedding ring that I gave her. Gianna is talking to her, but Isabella is busily looking around and taking in my night club. Little does she know what my club has to offer customers’. Private rooms with a bar, a platform in the middle to use at your leisure and pleasure. The rooms where there is a couch with mirrors all around, covering every single angle you could imagine. All the rooms are soundproof and only for those who can afford them to do as they please. Just the thought of bringing my wife into one of these rooms has my dick aching and dying to be inside her tight, wet, pink cunt. I can feel the precumleaking from the crown of my head and soaking the front of my boxers.
My eyes stay lasered on the screen as I growl at Angelo. “Bring me Lorenzo now. Have one of the other men stay with the girls without them knowing.” Rage builds at Lorenzo for even agreeing to let her out of the safe compounds of our house to come to my club where anything could happen. Me getting shot is evidence enough that she is not safe outside.
Angelo nods, closes the door and makes his way to bring Lorenzo to my office. I watch the screen as if I’m engrossed into a movie. My mind starts to think of a movie that I would love to make with my wife, where I could watch repeatedly. Watch how her body shakes when she comes screaming my name. Watch how my dick slides out of her pussy, taking me so well like the good girl that she is. It would be a movie to add to my collection that I have of my wife.
The door opens before I get too deep into thought, Lorenzo steps in with Angelo shutting and locking the door behind him. He stands with his arms crossed with a hardened stare, looking at the back of Lorenzo’s head.
I shut my laptop, lean back in the chair, and rest my arms on either side with a blank stare at Lorenzo. “Why is my wife here along with my sister?”
His face stays stoic, and eyes lock ahead. “Sir, your sister asked for a girls night. I was not aware of the logistics of what that entailed until we arrived here.” He clears his throat before he says, “Sir, your sister is very cunning and convincing.”
I roll my neck side to side, making it crack and hearing his words. He is not wrong. Gianna is known for getting what she wants from everyone around her. It’s one of her great, but also worse, qualities. And I’m positive she convinced my wife that this would be a great idea to come to my club. However, I wasmad at first seeing her innocent face on my security footage to now cultivating a plan for me and my wife.
“You’re a lucky man, Lorenzo. Because if you were not assigned to my wife for her protection or if Angelo and Dante did not vouch for you, I would have put a fucking bullet between your eyes before you could even blink,” I tell him with my voice low and flat and he nods his head in response. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”
“Yes, sir,” he says before spinning on his heels, Angelo opens the door for him to leave.
I peer over at my best friend and my second and say with a sly smile on my face, “Take Gianna home. I don’t care how much a of fight she puts up with you. Throw her over your fucking shoulder and drag her ass home.” My plan starts to form inside my mind rapidly. “I will handle my wife.”
My eyes widen at the place Gianna suggested that we go to for girl’s night. It’s nothing that I have never seen before. The outside looks like an industrial building where you would think nothing of it while walking past, even with it being in the heart of the city. Once we were let in, the walls were a black pattern of velvet roses I could feel running my hand across. There were dim lights that lined the walls, leading deeper inside. The hallway came to a stop and opened into a large room with the same design from the entry, but now I could see the levels where it appeared to be for tables or rooms for people to buy for a high price.
We stop at the bar that is black steel to match the theme of the club, with an arch behind the bar showing off the massive amount of liquor on the shelves. There is what seems to be a lift above with even more alcohol. Under the tabletop of the bar, there is a red glowing light above the steel bar stools.
Gianna pushes her way up to the bar, slides into one of the stools and I follow suit. She flags down the bartender who happens to know her by the surprised look on his face. After a moment, he smiles at her. Holy crap is this man gorgeous. Even through the dimmed lighting of the club, I can make out the sharp features of his face. His sideburns connect to his beard. The deep button-down is open halfway down showing his tank skin. But the way his eyes are all over Gianna’s body, tells me that he knows her, and he starts to stalk over to her and I.
I watch as Gianna flips her hair over her shoulder, leans in on the counter, pushing up her chest. “Gianna Ricci, you just made my night better with seeing your beautiful face,” he says, leaning on the counter toward Gianna.
She rolls her eyes. “Camilo, you’re lucky that the big boss man is not here to hear you say that to his little sister.”
He reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and says, “He is somewhere. Though I’m sure he would not like to hear about that time where you and I–––––”
She pushes back from the bar. “A night we will never speak of again, and can we have two spicy margarita’s please?”
He chuckles, and I look between them hiding a small smile on my face and make a mental note to ask her about Camilo later and what is going on with Angelo. “And who is this beauty with you, G?” He asks while reaching for my hand and kisses it softly while winking at me.
She looks at me and then turns to Camilo with the biggest grin on her face. “Isabella. My brother’s wife.”
We both watch as Camilo freezes at the realization of who he was flirting with, and I mean the man is now a walking dead man if Enzo finds out he smiled at me. I swear my husband is very possessive, and I should be annoyed or angry about it, but I like the way said that if anyone hurts me, touches me or anything he would burn the city down for me. Makes me feel wanted, desired, and seen. Just the thought of Enzo, my pussy becomes soaked between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together.
Camilo turns and heads to make our drinks, and I take this moment to ask Gianna. “I know I may be new to having any type of affection from a man, but that Camilo guy was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Though, I did notice during family dinner, Angelo would steel glances at you.” Gianna giggles and turns to face me, leaning on her elbow on the bar top.
“It was a Halloween party here at the club and of course, I snuck my way in without my big bad brother knowing.” There is a change in her face when she starts to explain about Angelo. The sparkle in her eyes dim. “Angelo, there’s nothing to tell. Other than the fact nothing will ever happen between him and me because of his loyalty to my brother.” She lets out a sigh and looks down at her fingers. “I have been in love with that man since the day I met him. I will forever be seen as Enzo’s off limit little sister no matter how many times I have tried with him.” She tosses her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she looks up to watch Camilo shaking our margaritas. “Hence why I hooked up with Camilo. Gave away my first kiss to some rando when all I have ever wanted is a man I can’t have.”
I’m about to respond by telling her that maybe I could talk to Enzo about him not being so strict on Gianna and maybe letting her and Angelo explore their feelings. Camilo sets our drinks down and winks at Gianna, who giggles at him. We clink our drinks, and both take a sip.
