I grab my drink and join him. “He’s with me, aren’t you, baby?” Kane’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline like I’ve had a mental breakdown. His lips mouth something that reads a lot like,what the actual fuck are you doing?
Sierra’s mouth gapes open in surprise as I squeeze one of Kane’s biceps to sell the story we’re in a guy relationship.Fuck, he’s packing some muscle. Does the dude bench press trucks for fun or what?
“You’re bi? What the fuck? Why did you never tell me?”
From the way Kane’s grinding his teeth, he’s about to blow my cover story, so I smile.
“My honeypie’s not out of the closet yet, sweetie. Baby steps.” I push my lower lip out in a cute pout. She stares at me and then at him, shaking her head.
“Wow. I did not see that coming,” she mutters. “But whatever. I hope the two of you are very happy together.” With one final disgruntled scowl, she stomps away and melts into the crowd by the DJ’s box.
Kane snatches his arm away from me. “What the fuck? I’m not into dudes!”
I grin. “Just helping you out, bruh. She seemed like the possessive stalker type.” He scoffs.
“We hooked up a few times. I’m not sure where she got the idea it was anything serious.” He shakes his head and then heads to the bar to order a drink while I scan the room.
It’s getting busy in here, although I notice there’s a steady stream of people leaving via a door near the back. From memory,that door leads into the more private areas, where the fun stuff happens.
While I have no desire to join the action back there, it’s worth our while to check those rooms out. In case we spot anyone important.Hopefully not my father.
God, the thought of Lorenzo taking part in an orgy makes me want to hurl. I’d rather lick the carpet under my feet than watch my father bang women young enough to be his daughter.
It’s bad enough that he parades Francesca around as his girlfriend when the woman’s the same age as me.Gross.
“Oh, fuck,” Kane curses under his breath. I follow his gaze, only to lock eyes with my father as he stands halfway down the glass staircase surveying the crowd. He’s instantly recognizable as, unlike everyone else here, he isn’t wearing a mask.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
45
Chiara
All around us, bodies grind and moan. When Angelo told me this place was not like a normal nightclub, I assumed he meant there’d be lap dancers and shit. Not naked people fucking everywhere.
I’m a broad-minded person, but this is well out of my comfort zone.
“Drink, sir?” A topless woman with poker-straight red hair appears in front of us carrying a silver tray of champagne glasses. Her breasts are perky and sort of fake looking, but to his credit, my husband barely gives her a second glance.
Unlike the patrons, she’s not wearing a mask. Her stunning blue eyes are blank voids. No sign of anyone home. Is she on something? Or just shut down as a coping mechanism?
“No,” he says, but I grab a glass. It might take the edge off my anxiety. I’m not sure if my heightened nerves are because of Fina’s plight, or because I’m worried about Luka.
I didn’t want him to come tonight. It’s too soon after persons unknown drugged him at a club. What if this outing triggers hisPTSD? We still don’t know who was responsible, but it seems likely it was Remington and his cronies.
The man’s appetite for revenge clearly knows no bounds. Although why he thinks kidnapping me and now Fina is in any way proportional to his daughter being cheated on is beyond me. He must have serious psychological issues.
Marrying a bitch like Vivian would do that to a guy.
Imagine waking up next tothathell-spawned skeleton every day?
I gulp the champagne down and drop the empty glass on a nearby table, next to a bowl of condoms and lube sachets.Again, gross.
To our left, two fat men rail a petite girl. One fucks her mouth while the other is balls-deep in her pussy. From her enthusiastic moans, it seems like she’s having a good time, but I can’t help wondering if she’s being forced to have sex with patrons.
My gaze snags on the balls-deep guy’s pendulous gut. He could stand to eat fewer burgers.
Angelo keeps my hand firmly in his as we walk across the enormous room. The walls are deep crimson with gold accents. Large murals remind me of the gross ceiling at Lorenzo’s mansion; like there, the paintings depict naked creatures fornicating. Perhaps the same interior decorator had a say in this decor.
