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Chapter Two
~ René ~
As fantastic as these skintight black leather pants made my ass look, moving in them was a definite challenge.
At least I could breathe.
Barely.
They did pair well with the black mesh sleeveless shirt I wore. I still had my black biker boots on as well as my black leather jacket, but I wore those everywhere.
I refused to remove my eyebrow piercing.
When the limousine came to a stop in front of the club, I turned to look at my mother. "Are you ready to have some fun?"
My mother laid her hand in mine. "I'm always ready."
"Maybe you'll be lucky and find someone to take home with you." I always worried about my mother. While my father had been faithful to Pierre for over twenty years, my mother seemed to flit from lover to lover, never settling on one. I didn't want her to spend her life alone.
"Maybe you will, too."
Doubted it.
Besides, I wasn't looking for Mr. Right, but Mr. Right Now would do just fine. I wasn't ready to settle down despite how much my parents hoped. I was young. I still had so much to do with my life.
I also didn't think I was willing to settle for anything less than the type of mating my parents and Pierre had, minus the outside lovers. It was the love and trust between my parents that I wanted, and they were the only ones I'd ever seen who had a relationship like what I wanted.
When the limo door opened, I climbed out and then helped my mother out. I looped her arm through mine as I led her toward the large glass doors of the cocktail lounge.
I knew from the red teardrop in the upper left-hand corner of the door that this was a vampire lounge. It was a subtle way of letting vampires know they could come here to feed without fear of being accosted by humans. The donors inside were there of their own free will.
The bouncer at the door didn't even pause to question us. He simply opened the door and allowed us inside. It wasn't until we passed him and I got a good sniff that I realized he was a vampire. And that would be why he let us inside so easily. He could scent that we were not human.
"Oh," my mother whispered as we stepped inside.
I seconded her sentiment, although I did it silently. The inside of the club was pretty over the top. There was a dance floor in the middle of the room, surrounded on three sides by high-backed rounded black leather booths. Crystal chandeliers hung over every booth.
There were bars on two sides of the room, with waiters in black bowties and vests moving between them and the booths. The music was light and upbeat, but I suspected that would change as the night went on.
This was a club after all.
I drew my mother back when a man in a tux stepped in front of us. His upper lip curled back just a bit as he looked me up and down, but he smiled when he glanced at my mother.
"Do you have a reservation?"
I almost snickered. I knew he was hoping we didn't. Or at least that I didn't. Most of the men in the club were dressed in their fanciest clothing. I was not.
"Castellano," my mother said. "Lady Antoinette Castellano and guest."
I wasn't insulted in the least that she hadn't introduced me as her son. It actually saved me a headache.
The man's eyes rounded for a brief moment before he quickly looked down at his tablet. "Yes, of course, Lady Castellano. I see your reservation right here. The VIP lounge."
I doubted my mother had booked the VIP lounge, but the second themaitre d'had heard the Castellano name, he'd see dollar signs. He was practically salivating.
This is what came from having more money than god. People tended to forget you were simply people and treated you like you were an immortal coming down from Mount Olympus.
The reverse side of that was that if they thought you didn't have any money—like in my case—they treated you like you weren't good enough to lick the bottoms of their shoes.
