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A tear runs down her cheek and I really do feel like a fucking piece of shit. “I’m not ready to talk to you like that Gabe. Go to your whores. There’s already two outside your suite door.” She shakes her head and walks off, probably thinking I arranged that. I didn’t. No point telling her that though when she’s all worked up on me the way she is.

Fuck, I don’t even know who the two broads are and I’m not going up there tonight.

I’m staying on the floor for an hour then I’m going to my house which rarely sees my ass.

I make my way to the dance floor of the club and over to the bar for a drink. I just want a beer tonight, just something to take the edge off.

The place is heaving with people but fuck, my eyes land on a couple in the center of the dancefloor making out like a pair of teenagers.

It’s Nick and Mia.

“God…” I shake my head but I’m happy for them. They deserve each other and it’s great that after marriage and a child they’re the same as they were before,worse. I think it’s worse because Nick isn’t so tense and he directs all his energy to his wife.

He’s there holding her like he hasn’t seen her in years. She’s wearing sexy lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination, and heels. Unlike the majority of people here they don’t wear their masks.

Our policy here is you take the mask off when you want to reveal your identity to the person you choose to be with for the night. It makes it sexier.

I sigh and look away from them.

Just beyond them is a woman having sex with a guy taller than her. He’s so fucking tall she looks like a dwarf but as he pounds into her she takes it and her breasts like pillows bounce wild with every thrust. They all have on masks so I’m guessing the scenario must have been like most people who come here.

They met tonight on the dance floor and one of them would have given that special coin to the other inviting them for more from the evening.

The more is what I’m watching now.

Fuck, did I ever used to get off on watching. I can’t explain it. I’m outrightly watching now and it’s commonplace to me.

Light fingers run over my shoulder as I watch and I turn around to see one of the new waitresses. Her name’s Sara. She works this area by the bar. She has on a beautiful gold mask and her dark curls look striking against it.

“Gabe… this is unusual seeing you by yourself,” she notes.

Up by the bar the music is low enough to carry a conversation but a mix the club goes wild for just came on so it’s a little loud.

“I’m busy,” I tell her.

“Want to be busy with me?” She gives me a hopeful shrug. I had her up against the wall of the dressing rooms her first night here. That was a few weeks ago. Mimi caught me.

Fucking hell… she caught me and I haven’t been with Sara since.

“I’m sorry. Not tonight doll.” So she won’t feel bad I lean in and give her a kiss on her forehead. It’s an odd thing for me to do.

What’s also odd is me getting up and walking away, leaving the club.

I venture home with the plan to make arrangements with an agency to check out some properties in the Caribbean.

Some place nice I can stay.

Chapter Six

Charlotte

I’ve been back homefor a week now.

It’s been weird. It feels like a dream within a dream. Like something I made up in a dream because I can’t believe I’m here.

I left Italy that same night Antonio was killed. I had savings. A shit load of savings.

The moment I realized freedom was mine I left. Probably a little like everyone else had.

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