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She pokes me in the chest. “Move out of my way, Enzo. You had your chance, and you didn’t want me. You’re not going to go all macho on me and start beating your chest. You can’t have me, got it? I’m a free agent, and I’ll do whatever the hell I like.”
I stare at her as my jaw ticks.
She doesn’t wait for a reply, ducking under my arm and practically running to the limo.
I catch up to her, but her hand is on the door as I reach for it too. Realizing Rocco is right there and will be able to see everything, I open the door, and as she’s about to climb in, I lean in to her ear.
“This discussion isn’t over, Valentina, not by a long shot.”
She jumps in the back as her skirt rises up and my eyes dip. Not bothering to pull it down, I can see her panties.
“You know, this is very fucking childish,” I add as I close the door. “Even for you.”
I go back to the front to sit with Rocco because, quite frankly, I will do more than fucking spank her if I’m left in the back with her.
I’m furious.
Rocco gives me a side eye as I pull on the lapels of my jacket. “Don’t ask,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose.
He wisely takes my advice, and we ride in silence to pick up the other girls.
I go over tonight’s schedule again. The girls are going to Club X and potentially a bar crawl afterwards. We’ve been instructed to keep an eye on them, to not let them get separated, and to keep them safe.
Judging by the way Valentina reacted to me, I’d say she’s going to be anything but compliant tonight, and I’m ready for it. If she thinks she can answer back to me and poke me in the chest while yelling at me, then she’s got another thing coming.
“I can practically hear your brain ticking,” Rocco says after a while when we’ve made several stops.
“I’ve just got a lot on,” I say, running a hand down my face. “It’s been a long couple of weeks with Angelo and Marco and their women. I need a fucking vacation.”
“Can say that again, and now we’re stuck doin’ this. Though I suppose it’s a change from the warehouse.”
Rocco’s favorite place to inflict torture.
“They’re going to be a handful, the lot of them tonight,” I mutter, wondering all the while if I’m getting too old for this shit. “I don’t know why they couldn’t just go to Bijou.”
That’s the club the Medicis own downtown. It would have been a hell of a lot better than traipsing down to this other club and having to have eyes in the back of my head.
At least at Bijou, we have our own security on the door and around the club at all times. It seems as though at this club they’ve chosen, we’ll have to be in several different places at once.
It’s typical of Valentina to be making me do backflips. I know she’s pissed off from the last few conversations we had, including the one at Fortress where she wanted me to come to her.
I’ve wanted nothing more since that weekend; it’s all I think about, but there is no way around it.
When we get to the club, we escort the girls through security and into the building.
We made sure we disarmed, of course, before we went inside, though we have a piece each back in the limo for safe keeping.
The girls are giggling and acting excited, and it seems they got into the French champagne while they were in the limo.
Another thing I hope is that Valentina doesn’t get hammered tonight. I don’t know what the fuck I will do if she has too much to drink just to spite me.
If she knew why I am like I am, then I’m sure she wouldn’t push me.
I feel a tug on my sleeve as we walk through the crowd, trying to find a free spot that they can make their own for the duration that they are here. It’s a young people’s club; just from glancing around, I don’t think anyone is over the twenty-five.
Nothing like a hip new club and thumping music to remind you how old you are and that you shouldn’t be here.
My head turns to see Valentina standing next to me. “You and Rocco better keep your distance tonight,” she tells me. “Don’t get too close, okay? It’s embarrassing having security hanging around.”
