It seemed to take forever, and yet no time at all, to get to Luca’s club where the meeting was to be held in a private room upstairs. When we walked in, I saw girls earning their tips onstage in various stages of undress. None of the customers watching them paid any attention to us at all, their eyes riveted to the bare breasts and shaking asses that, if they tipped enough, they might actually get to take into a back room where they could get a much more up close and personal experience. At least, that’s what Jade told me one time when we were chatting around the kitchen table, and I told her I’d never been to a strip bar.
As I looked around, I recognized three…no, four…of the faces crowding around the stage. Taking Enzo’s hand, I tugged on it to get his attention. “My father has four men planted in the club that I can see.”
He scanned the room. “Where?”
I gave him their description and told him their location. When we got to the elevator, he relayed the information to Luca.
“So your father isn’t a complete idiot,” he responded. “Thank you, Sera.”
“They’ll report to him how many of you there are.” I knew he would know this, but I couldn’t help but worry that we were walking into a trap.
But Luca smiled at me. “This is my club. It’s smart of your father to have men here ready to go. However, as I said, this ismyclub. And I was prepared for this. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Easier said than done, but I would have to take his word for it.
The elevator doors opened to a large room easily half the size of the entire downstairs. Two chairs sat on either side of the entrance, empty of the guards who would normally sit there, and at the far end was a long wooden table that would easily sit twelve people with comfortable black leather chairs. Other than that, the room was empty.
Music pulsed through the floor as Luca led the way to the table and sat at one end, but wasn’t so loud that you wouldn’t be able to talk. Tristan took a place behind him and slightly to his right, placing himself between Luca and the elevator doors, while Enzo held out a chair for me on his left. Once I was seated, he sat on my other side. No sooner had we all sat down than the elevator doors opened and two of Luca’s guards took up their positions on either side of them.
And then we waited.
Five minutes after the meeting was supposed to start, my father walked in. And he wasn’t alone. Five of his closest men were with him. One more than what I knew was the agreed upon number. Luca had four men. My father should also have four men.
It was a matter of honor and a complete show of disrespect to the underboss. Tristan leaned down to Luca’s ear, and I heard him ask, “What do you want to do?”
“Let it go,” he responded. “For now. We’ll see what he does.”
With a nod, Tristan straightened to his full height and resumed his place, his dark eyes cold and hard as they assessed my father.
“Fina!”
My heart skipped the moment I heard that hated nickname.
“I’ve been so worried about you!”
His fake display of concern would’ve been funny if not for the circumstances. I watched as my father’s hefty weight waddled across the space between us, but I made no move to get up to greet him, even if Enzo hadn’t placed his hand over my arm in a show of keeping me in my seat.
When he reached the table, Luca stood up. “Ciro, it’s good to finally meet you face to face. Please, have a seat.” Though his tone was polite, there was a thin thread of anger made obvious in the clipped sound of the words and the lack of a handshake.
My father, who a lot of things but stupid wasn’t one of them, sized up the situation and then dipped his head in apology. “Luca. You’ll forgive me for my precautions and my late arrival, please. I was held up by traffic getting here.” It wasn’t a question. It was an order. My idiot father was givingan orderto the underboss of the Italian mafia.
Surely, he had a death wish.
Luca’s gaze never wavered as the temperature in the room seemed to drop thirty degrees. “And you’ll forgivemefor calling this meeting short, since it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to adhere to an agreement, verbal or otherwise, so I see no reason why I should waste my time with you any longer.” Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he never took his eyes off of my father as he tapped the screen and brought it to his ear. “Please send someone up to escort Ciro and his men out of the building. And while you’re at it, remove the rest of his men from the club, by force if necessary, and tell the girls to keep the tips.”
My father held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa. Wait. Please,” he added.
Luca raised one eyebrow in question.
Visibly sucking up his pride, my father inclined his head. “Please accept my sincere apology, Luca, for this show of disrespect. I was playing on the side of caution, as this is my daughter’s life on the line. Surely, you cannot blame me for that.” When Luca only continued to stare at him, Ciro snapped his fingers at his nearest guard. “You. Wait for us downstairs in the car.” The man nodded and did as my father asked.
As I said, my father wasn’t a stupid man. Pompous, violent, and self-serving? Absolutely. But stupid? No.
When he was in the elevator, Luca said into the phone, “Disregard my last order. There is one man coming down. Please ensure he and the others in the club wait outside.” He paused. “Thank you.” Ending the call, he indicated a chair across from Enzo and I. “Please, Ciro. Sit. And let’s start again.”
When my father and his remaining men were in their chairs, Luca resumed his own seat. “Would you like something to drink? I can have it brought up from the bar.”
“No, thank you,” my father said. His deep-set eyes swung my way. “Fina, are you alright?”
