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And how much fun would it be to see her break?
As we approached the entrance, the bouncer immediately recognized Alessandro, bowing his head in respect. He barely acknowledged my presence, which was just as I liked it.
Keeping a low profile was always better than standing out. But my return as the new head wasn’t going to be easy.
Trust would have to be earned, not given.
“Tell Enzo we want to talk to him,” I ordered the bouncer, keeping my voice steady. The bouncer looked at me for a second, then his eyes widened. He nodded and moved out of the way while he talked into his radio.
News traveled fast.
“Stay close to her,” I commanded Cristo and Alessandro, making sure they understood how important it was to keep her safe.
They nodded, but I could see the tension building in both my brothers.
The same tension that filled me.
“Enzo’s on his way,” the bouncer informed us, snapping me back to reality. I steeled myself for the conversation that was about to take place.
And the information I needed to extract from him.
We entered the club. Inside, the atmosphere was electrifying—music pounding, people dancing, and lights bouncing off of every surface. I held Sophie’s hand tightly, protective instincts surging through me.
The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through my chest as we made our way upstairs to the VIP lounge. The nightclub was a cacophony of sound and movement; bodies writhed together on the dance floor below us, bathed in the neon glow of overhead lights.
I held Sophie’s hand protectively as we navigated the crowd, her fingers entwined with mine. Every so often, I’d catch myself staring at her. Seeing her all dolled up and stunning, I wavered between throwing my suit jacket over her and attacking her.
We finally reached the relative seclusion of the rapidly emptying VIP area and sank down into a group of plush couches.
Cristo, ever the comic relief, his sole purpose in life to drive me insane, turned to Sophie with a smile. “Care to dance, beautiful?”
My stomach tightened, and I shot him a deathly glare—which he ignored.
Sophie hesitated for a moment, then glanced at me for approval.
I nodded, putting a lid on my jealousy and the automatic no that lay on my lips. Maybe getting her away from the conversation with Enzo wasn’t such a bad idea.
Though my eyes stayed glued on her as she stood and followed Cristo to the small VIP dance floor.
The two of them laughed and moved to the rhythm of the music, looking carefree and alive. I watched their easy fun, knowing my time with her was coming to an end. No matter how fantastic the sex had been, or how much I wanted to keep her, I had to find her sisters and return her to Craig Donnelly.
“Quite taken with her, aren’t you?” Alessio’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I stiffened, thrown off by his perceptiveness.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tore my eyes from the dancing couple.
“She’s an attractive woman. And you’re not blind,” Alessio responded, his tone both teasing and serious. “What happened between you two? Why did you take her from Uncle Fausto?”
I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t hide the truth from my brother. Wouldn’t.
If I wanted honesty from him, I needed to trust him first. “He kept her as a slave, in a cage. She was whipped, abused.” The thought of Sophie’s wounds made me furious all over again.
Alessandro studied me, clearly seeing the struggle within me.
The silence between us grew; despite the love I felt for my brother, the tension came off me in waves.
“Are you falling for her, Gabe?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
