Natalia is mine to worry about.
Mine to covet.
Mine to love.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy a busty redhead coming this way. Draining my drink, I slam it down on the table and stand. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not tonight,” I tell Clarissa as she brushes up against me.
“You said that last time.” She pouts, trekking her fingers up and down my arm. “I want a repeat.”
I have no energy to explain I never go back for seconds. I just want to get out of here and go home. Watch some baseball or preseason NFL highlights on my TV and knock back a few beers. Maybe watch some porn and jerk off to images of Natalia in my head. “I’m not in the mood, but I doubt you’ll be short of takers tonight.” Leaning down, I kiss her cheek. “Have fun.”
I walk out of the room without a second glance.
My lungs flood with relief as I hit the hallway, and I think my time frequenting Ben’s sex clubs is coming to an end. Unless I’m with Nat, it no longer interests me.
I nod at one of the security guards in the hallway as I walk past the orgy room. Up ahead, a guy I recognize has a curvy blonde pinned to the wall. His hand is working under her tight black short leather dress as he kisses her. Her slim legs are encased in fuck-me knee-high boots, and she has shapely hips and a tiny waist. But her tits do me in. Fuck, they’re magnificent and perfectly molded behind the strapless leather dress. I can’t see her face properly, behind the mass of blonde hair and the guy sucking her mouth, but her body is to die for, and my cock twitches behind my pants for the first time tonight.
“We should go upstairs,” the woman says in a slurred voice, and I freeze on the spot. All the tiny hairs lift on the back of my neck.
“Or we could visit the orgy room,” the man suggests, leaning down to suck on her neck. She whimpers, throwing her head back to the wall with her eyes closed. Blood rushes to my head, and my fists ball up at my sides. “I know my friend would be down to fuck you. How do you feel about a threesome?”
Rage unlike anything I have ever felt mushrooms inside me, and I snarl.
Her pretty blue eyes startle wide, and she gasps as our gazes connect.
“If you value breathing,” I growl, grabbing the asshole by the back of the shirt, “you will get your filthy fucking hands off her!” I yell, yanking him away.
Natalia squeals as I raise my clenched fist and ram it into the dickhead’s face.
“Mr. Messina. Is there a problem here?” George, the security guard, asks, coming up alongside me. All the staff know who I am as I’m intimately involved in all of Ben’s businesses.
“Get this asshole out of my face.” I grab a fistful of the dickhead’s shirt and practically throw him at George. “And revoke his membership.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” The man glares at me. “Don’t you know who I am? You’re making a big mistake.”
“I know who you are, Damiano, and I don’t give a fuck. You’re lucky it’s me who found you and not Don Mazzone.”
His brow puckers as he looks at Natalia, trying to work out why I intervened. She is clinging to the wall, looking unnaturally pale with tiny beads of sweat forming on her brow. She is trashed, and I want to pummel this asshole to the wall for even daring to look at her in that condition.
“I don’t understand. Who is she?” he asks, frowning.
Thank fuck, he hasn’t recognized her. No one can know she was here. If word got back to Gino, there would be hell to pay. I slap his face. “There are no names in here for a reason,stronzo. Forget you ever saw her. You don’t mention this to anyone. You hear me?”
“You’re an asshole, Messina.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“Fuck this shit. This isn’t the only sex club in town.”
“Your loss. Our gain.” I shrug, ready to be done with this bastard so I can take care of my little drunkdolcezza. I flip my gaze to George. “Escort Mr. Battaglia off the premises.”
“Yes, sir.” George drags him away, and I walk over to Natalia.
“Look at me,” I say, gently lifting her face.
“I don’t feel so hot,” she slurs, her whiskey breath fanning across my face.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
