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I give her a look and shake my head. I’m not promising her fucking nothing.
“Too bad,” I say. “You just leave the security detail to us, if you don’t like it, tough shit.”
She laughs sarcastically and barges past me.
Maybe I deserve that for making little to no contact with her over the weeks since the wedding. Up until recently, I thought it was best leaving it the hell alone.
I’m coming to realize that women don’t operate this way.
It’s as though she knows it’s an impossible situation, but won’t let up anyway.
I don’t know exactly how hard she needs to make it, to get her point across. Her outfit is utterly ridiculous, for one. Angelo will have a fucking heart attack.
If I can’t keep my eyes off her, then no other red-blooded male in this club will either.
It’s not as though I could’ve grabbed Valentina by the scruff of the neck and tossed her back in the barn to change her outfit. As much as I wanted to do just that. Whether it’s my place or not is besides the point. I’m protective over her, and I don’t want any other man looking at what’s mine.
But if she were truly mine, I’d strip her out of it and set her down on her knees until she earned my cock in her mouth.
That’s the thing about when you indulge in dirty sex and then don’t have it again for weeks, your mind plays tricks on you. It makes you believe that you are in control of the situation, when in reality, the situation owns you. And now you can’t have it again.
Rocco does a sweep of the club and shakes hands with a couple of the guys near the back. It seems he knows more people than I do on the ground, but the more hands on deck, the better.
It’s a bunch of girls, so surely, they can’t be that hard to contain.
We stand back as the girls make themselves comfy on one of the private lounges. Of course Valentina would have VIP access, which goes without saying.
Still, I don’t like dark clubs where people are drinking, and shit can go down. It’s a security nightmare.
Rocco gives me a nod as he stands next to me. “You okay?”
I glance sideways at him. “I’m peachy, thanks.”
He looks over at the girls who are toasting with a round of cocktails. “You seem… off.”
I roll my eyes. Trust Rocco to be so fucking observant. “That’s great of you to notice, but I’m fine. Like I said, it’s been a long week.”
He does that eyebrow lift thing that indicates he is less than impressed with my reply.
I don’t fucking care. I don’t have to explain shit. Even though I know he probably caught wind of me trying to haul Valentina back into the house.
This whole thing is a fucking nightmare and tonight’s torture is only just beginning.
* * *
Keeping your eyes on six women isn’t as easy as it may sound. Some of them want to go off to the bathroom together, some stay on the dancefloor, and then some want to drink at the bar and chat up guys that are only out looking for one thing.
I don’t like the idea of a woman being drunk and at a man’s mercy. Unfortunately, being in this game for so long, I’ve seen a lot of things and most of it is pretty ugly.
Taking advantage is just something I will not tolerate, no matter how intoxicated a person is. That gives you no right to take their liberties away.
I run a hand over my face as I think of my mother and what my father put her through…
Now isn’t the time to go down memory lane, but to say I’m on edge is an understatement.
I don’t like clubs. I never have.
And I don’t like it that Valentina is attracting a lot of male attention.
