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My heart pulses harder as I murmur back, “He is?”
“I think so. Seemed like Matt was more scared of him than actually considering him a business partner.”
I let the information swirl in my head, thankful for Stephanie’s observations. I was too focused on Adrian to notice Matt’s behavior—or anyone else’s. “How do you know that?”
“Matt and his wife’s expensive tastes have been landing them in trouble. But to be involved with the mafia is something else. I heard life is worth absolutely nothing to them.”
She can say that again. Adrian certainly didn’t hesitate when he finished that man off.
“Now, hush, Stephanie,” Philippe scolds.
“Just saying.” She changes the music to Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto no. 2, ignoring Philippe’s sounds of displeasure.
I sink further into my seat, absorbing the information I just learned. So Adrian is from the mafia. It could be another rumor, but for some reason, I believe it.
The part that bugs me the most is his relation to Matt. I don’t think it’s a coincidence. But what else could it be?
We arrive at the club before I can find answers to my questions, not that they’ve been forthcoming when it’s about Adrian.
Stephanie and I loop an arm through each of Philippe’s as he makes a grand entry into the club called Blue Diamond.
Thumping music greets us once we’re inside. The place is packed with people drinking and grinding against each other. Blue lights cast a fantasy-like hue over them as the DJ works his magic with the latest trendy hits. Some of the ballet dancers are on the floor, too, dancing and shaking their asses. While many of us prefer classical music, others are chameleons and listen and dance to anything.
Philippe sways, twirling both Stephanie and me around, then shouts over the music, “Alors,smile a little. We have all night. Open bar, my treat.”
More like his husband’s treat since Blue Diamond is his. Which is why Philippe manages to book the VIP lounge whenever he wishes.
Steve, his husband, welcomes us with an exasperated sigh, probably because of Philippe’s show-off attitude. As much as the director is a drama queen sometimes, Steve is anything but.
He’s a big man with a trimmed beard and bulging muscles under his short-sleeved T-shirt from which tattoos of snakes peek through. He’s self-made and rose from underground fighting to owning this club and a few other chains across the States.
“Miss me,mon amour?” Philippe coos, tickling his husband’s beard.
Steve pats his hand, then motions for us to follow him upstairs. “I told you to stop attracting attention.”
“Romance is really dead with you,mon amour. I should’ve gotten myself a French lover.”
Steve grunts. “As if anyone in the world would put up with your antics.”
“You do.”
“Begrudgingly.”
“I’m also putting up with your grumpiness, aren’t I?” He levels him with a stare as he hugs me to his side. “Anyway, I brought my muse. Take care of us.”
“Good to have you, Lia.” Steve’s words are warm, but his expression is the same as usual. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him and he’s always been caring, even if it’s in a distanced kind of way. I just love his and Philippe’s old couple banter.
After he makes sure we’re comfy in the private VIP lounge upstairs, Steve leaves us to take care of management business. I sit with Stephanie and Philippe on a sofa that’s isolated from the others, which offers a direct view to the dancefloor below. The two of them order one shot after the other, but I only allow myself a glass of tequila because there’s no way in hell I’m getting drunk again.
It’s been a week, but I made more mistakes than I can count the last time I allowed the liquor to rule me.
I actively avoid the other dancers while I listen to my two companions’ conversation. The others know not to join Philippe’s table unless he invites them, so I’m somewhat safe. As soon as Philippe goes to the bathroom, or for a ‘quickie with Steve’ as Stephanie says with a scoff, Ryan comes over, dressed in trendy Italian slacks and a purple T-shirt. He sways on his legs a little, his focus on me. “Come dance with us, Lia.”
“No, thanks.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“She said no thanks, Ryan. Which part of that do you not understand?” Stephanie tells him with a smile.
