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“The auction?”
His sleek smile returned. “You didn’t think I brought you to a boring brothel, did you? Balbano saves his best girls for auction and you can bid for one night with them. There are many men in here who wouldn’t mind throwing thousands for it.”
I looked around, eying the other people. “Most of them are coupled already.”
“So?” He shrugged. “I’m sure you had a threesome before. Women are kinky too, you know? And these women on auction aren’t just stunning. They can do things you don’t even think of.”
“Shut the hell up, man.” He was right. Some women could blow your mind with their imagination. “So I have to compete for the one I want?”
“That’s right.”
“It sounds too damn complicated for a lay.”
“I think you’ll enjoy working for pussy for the first time in your life.”
“It’s not my fault they fall like flies in front of my beautiful face.”
We both laughed and another woman, with dark hair and even darker eyes, came to serve our drinks. Luca asked for a bottle of cognac imported from France more than a century ago, and when the waitress leaned down to pour into my glass, her voluptuous breasts fell right in front of my face. She served herself on a silver platter and I took the bait, surrounding her nipple with my lips while Luca watched.
“You taste like honey,Amore5.”
She didn’t blush. Instead, she rubbed her body on me like a kitten.
“Do you like it?”
“Very much. Makes me wonder how you taste in other places.”
“Be nice to me tonight and you might find out.” She said before kissing the corner of my mouth and leaving back to the bar.
“You were right, Bianco. I like it here.”
“I’m happy to leave you to enjoy the entertainment after we finish this bottle. Tell me how are things at home?”
“Good.” I lied through my teeth.
“Really?” His eyebrows shot up.
“Why do you sound so goddamn surprised?”
“Come on, Garon, you think I didn’t hear about the joyride you took around Europe in the past months? That wild party you threw in Ibiza almost made the news. You’ve been out of Palermo for a while. What are your brothers thinking about that?”
“My brothers can’t tell me when to go on vacation.”
“Not even with everything that happened? Your father…”
“Bianco, whatever thoughts you have about my father, keep them to yourself. I’m not in the mood to talk about the old man.” Fabiano was back again, creeping from the back of my mind. His memory was the reason I’d left Palermo, I wanted to purge myself of that man, but it seemed I had no fucking escape. He was dead and buried and still followed me around.
I felt the familiar knot of anger forming in my throat, slowing my breaths and the headache settling in. In need of something to take me out of that shitty mood, I emptied two glasses of cognac back-to-back, waiting for the burn in my throat to clear my head.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, Garon.”
“I’m not upset.” I was fucking furious. Maybe if I would have been the one to take Fabiano’s heart, I would have felt better now, but Salvatore took that privilege from me. “My family is no one’s business.”
“Understood. How about we order another drink, maybe this time you get to keep the waitress all to yourself.”
“Yeah, that’s…” I lost my train of thought when the corner of my eye caught the image of a graceful blonde girl, walking around the tables with a tray in her hands and her breasts out. I didn’t look at her face to recognize her because I knew those breasts. I sucked on those breasts. “What the fuck?”
“What?” Luca asked.
