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“Fantastico! I might be able to get a quickie in before the real business begins,” Max clapped his hands together and I swear I saw Toni roll his eyes.
“That is not a bad plan,” I smirked back and Toni’s eyes pierced into mine. It was only a joke but I enjoyed winding him up.
“There is someone Salvatore wants you to meet tonight, so you must be on your best behaviour. Especially around women,” he warned.
“Who? Is that why you are here now? To prep me,” I chuckled into my glass as the ice knocked against it. His gaze was hard and unrelenting. I was tired of this shit. I just wanted to be left alone for five minutes before I had to be the ruthless Giovanni tonight.
“You will find out shortly. Just try not to kill or fuck anyone tonight and all will be well,” he demanded as he stood up from his chair. Max gave me a knowing look and I shook my head.
“Not a problem,” I smiled back before Toni left the room.
“You sure that is not going to be a problem? Just seeing that sexy little thing on the stairs had my dick hard. How do you walk around her all day without bending her over every piece of furniture you can?”
My jaw ticked and my nostrils flared, but I swallowed my instant rage. This was just how we talked about girls. This was nothing new. If I reacted... he would know. But I can’t have him talk about her like that. She was not one of those girls. She is Olivia.
“Like I said, it won’t be a problem. On the other hand, not killing someone might prove more difficult,” I gave him a pointed look and he laughed loudly.
A Proposal
Giovanni
The barely dressed shot girls came over to our secluded section on a raised platform above the dance floor and lowered their trays full of an array of fluorescent liquor. Max and I immediately leaned forward, grabbing one each and raising the tiny glasses in the air to one another before sinking them and grabbing two more. The music was loud. The room pulsed with electric energy as the techno dance beat vibrated off the walls. Luckily, the booth we were in was sheltered by noise-cancelling glass windows and only the red velvet curtain allowed any of the blaring music in.
My uncle leaned back lazily on the booth sofa with Toni whispering business into his ears. His black eyes were fixed on me as he took slow, deliberate sips of his scotch, but I didn’t care to find out why.
Two attractive women who worked for one of my clubs in the city strolled in and gave us all seductive glances before turning to each other and throwing their arms around each other’s necks, swaying their hips provocatively to the muffled beats. Max’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning as he licked his lips and smirked, watching their every move. Women were his weakness. He would give up his whole life for an incredible fuck with a beautiful woman. With his dashing good looks, shoulder-length hair that he always wore up in a man bun, tattooed body and green eyes, he never had a problem getting his dick wet. And on top of that, he had an effortless charm. He was one of those people that could flash a cheeky sideways grin and get away with just about anything.
“Why didn’t you make me capo of Verona again? The girls here are fire!” He shouted over to me, never taking his eyes off the two blondes in front of us in tiny hot pants and even smaller tops.
“That is exactly why I didn’t. You would never get anything done!” I smirked back and he chuckled.
“Oh, I would get plenty done,” he winked, before reaching forward and pulling one of the girls' wrists so she fell back onto his lap with a squeal. His face was immediately submerged in her neck and she smiled with pleasure, although I was never sure if these girls were actually enjoying themselves or just doing what was expected. The stranded blonde, who no longer had her dance buddy, turned to me with a ‘I’m all yours’ expression and I waved my hand at her dismissively.
Salvatore shot me a look of approval as she stalked towards one of my other men to try her luck instead. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair as I raised another shot to my lips. It wasn’t that I was uninterested because Toni had warned me to keep my head straight tonight. That wasn’t the reason, although I will let him think so.
The curtain was pulled to the side and the volume of the booth erupted with music as mamma strolled in looking every bit the elegant and hardcore mafia woman. My body immediately tensed as I saw over her shoulder the short, stumpy man with beady black eyes and a bulbous nose. Francesco Aiani. In his company were about six of his burly men as he approached us and we all stood up to greet him with respect.
“Aiani!” Salvatore walked towards him dramatically with his arms open wide as the men made an exaggerated display of affection, signifying that there was no animosity here. That everyone will be on their best behaviour tonight.
“My amico. It has been too long,” Francesco gripped his shoulders and they both smiled. So fake. They wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet between each other’s eyes if the commission agreed to it. Turning his attention to me, Francesco looked me up and down with satisfaction and stepped towards me. “The one and only, Giovanni. You are looking more and more like your papi every day. God rest his soul.”
I pushed down my anger at him mentioning my father and gave him a tight smile and nod. He would not be getting the same warm embrace from me as my zio gave him. I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust anyone. I noticed my mother’s narrowed eyes at our guest but she kept her cool, calm and collected persona like a mask. She was in character and it would take a lot to rattle her when she was like this.
“There is someone I would like you all to meet,” his slimy smile immediately caught my attention. His bird-like eyes flickered over to my zio’s and I saw a look pass between them that had me on edge. Something was going on here. Aiani’s men parted and Francesco reached behind and pulled a woman forward by her arm to stand in front of us all. Her eyes were cast down to the floor and she looked nervous as shit, but I applauded her for her courage as she glanced up and locked eyes with me. “This is my daughter, Camilla.”
Her blue eyes held my gaze but I didn’t feel a twinge of excitement I normally would have with such a beautiful woman’s attention. She smiled politely before turning her glance around the booth and giving them all the same emotionless expression. She was wearing a gold metallic dress that stopped halfway down her slender thighs and fitted her thin body like a second skin. Her large and quite obviously fake tits were nearly spilling out over the top of it and only her curled sandy blonde hair was covering them slightly. She was pretty and the type of girl who would normally grab my attention in a club, but looking at her now, I didn’t feel even slightly attracted to her. Glancing over my shoulder, all my men were practically drooling as they stared open-mouthed, especially Max. He still had that little blonde straddling his lap but all his attention was on Camilla as he looked like he wanted to slam her against the viewing glass and take her from behind without giving a fuck about all of us. So, what was wrong with me?
“Nice to meet you Camilla,” My uncle broke the ice and gestured for them all to come and join us in the booth. I slid across and wasn’t surprised when I saw Francesco pull his daughter's arm to slide in next to me. Ah. So that is what this was. A match-making meeting. It suddenly all made sense. The reason my uncle had insisted I host the warning from Toni to stay away from women tonight and to be on my best behaviour. I fought my urge to laugh at how fucking ridiculous this was as I tried to catch Max’s eye to let him in on the joke but his green eyes were still glued on the striking blonde next to me. I could feel her fidgeting nervously on her seat, clearly trying to think of something to say as her father and my uncle started to chat about business.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked in a bored tone, putting the poor thing out of her misery and she smiled shyly back at me.
“Yes please. A vodka soda please.” Even her voice was too sweet for me. I grabbed the barmaid's attention and gave her an order before looking back at Max, who had now pushed his little sidepiece off his lap and scooted closer to us.
“Camilla. This is my cousin Maximus,” I introduced him as he held out his hand and she placed it in his. Without taking his eyes off hers, he lowered his face to the top of her hand and kissed it tenderly. I could feel the sexual tension radiating from them both as she audibly gulped next to me and her eyes widened slightly. Feeling like an enormous third wheel sandwiched between them, I was just about to make an excuse to get up when my uncle shouted across the table to us.
“Beautiful girl is she not?” he challenged, his brown eyes shimmering in the red lighting. I narrowed my gaze but gave nothing away.
“Of course, who would ever argue that?” I challenged back and Francesco’s smug face lit up with pride as he looked between his daughter and me.
