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Like publicly ousting a certain president in Cardosia not so long ago. When he’d helped his friend Severino Valente to eject the corrupt head of state, Alessio had partly done it to show his enemies how long his reach extended.
But that was a one-off.
Gigi Parker’s kind of flamboyance he could live without. Perhaps he’d teach her a lesson that would make her change her ways in future.
Or not.
He didn’t really care one way or the other. All he cared about was retrieving his property.
Snatching up the keys to the fastest car in the fleet Massimo intended to test-drive before no doubt offering one up as his preferred Christmas present, Alessio stepped into the wide hallway of the sprawling chalet.
Massimo was swaggering down the stairs in black jogging bottoms and nothing else. He raked back his overly long hair before frowning at Alessio’s coat and the gloves he held.
‘You’re going out?’ he griped. ‘After badgering me to get out of bed?’
‘I need to head into Gstaad to retrieve something. I’ll be back shortly.’
Massimo rolled his eyes. ‘Of course, business finds you in the middle of a nowhere ski village. Do you ever let up?’
‘No.’ The growled answer made his brother’s face tighten. The petulance left his expression, his eyes growing solemn as they regarded each other. ‘I will never let up until my promise to Matri is kept.’
After a moment, Massimo’s gaze dropped. He gave a curt nod before veering in the direction of the kitchen, probably in search of a hair of the dog. ‘See you later, then. I might meet some friends for a late lunch if you’re not going to be around for a few hours?’ he threw over his shoulder.
Alessio exhaled irritably. He couldn’t keep his brother under lock and key. Massimo was a grown man of thirty, if a little directionless, but Alessio planned to have anotherdirectiontalk with him over the holidays.
Until then...
‘Ciao,’he said, then paused with his hand on the door handle.‘Frati?’
Massimo looked over his shoulder.‘Se?’
‘I’m meeting Gigi Parker. Do you know who she is?’
Massimo frowned. ‘No. Should I?’
Alessio prided himself on spotting liars at a dozen paces. His brother’s confusion was genuine. ‘No.Arrivederci.’
The custom Lamborghini consumed the miles between Gris-Montana and Gstaad and delivered him to his destination in a little under two hours. By then the latest update had arrived. Despite it being only mid-afternoon, his team reported Gigi was in a well-known ski-resort bar. Touted as being exclusive, it’d long lost its right to exclusivity, Alessio knew, when financial constrictions had forced it to open its doors to all sorts of characters.
Features twisting with distaste, he tossed his keys to the valet and strode into the dark interior. Eyes tracked him and whispers followed soon after as he headed for the so-called VIP lounge. If nothing else, the owner of the establishment would get increased traffic over the holidays when it was announced Alessio Montaldi had dropped in.
Buon Natale at te.
Sneering at the sardonic thought, he stepped into the lounge.
In one corner, a raucous group high on their post-ski celebrations were downing shots as if a drought were imminent. Pockets of revellers gathered around fat armchairs while scantily clad waitresses darted back and forth, frantically serving clientele who were determined to outdrink each other.
The group that caught and held Alessio’s attention, though, was the large one in the middle.
Specifically, the woman holding aloft a champagne bottle as if she were Lady Liberty herself while the other hand was propped on her curvy hip.
A craftily placed spotlight shone on her long ash-blonde hair, highlighting the thick, wavy strands that normally fell halfway down her back. With her head raised to the ceiling, however, the tapered tips caressed the top of her ass, drawing Alessio’s attention to the rounded globes moulded by her silver sequinned dress.
The dress itself ended just below the tops of her thighs in a band of wispy feathers that swayed when she rolled her hips in time to the sultry music.
At her next risqué pose, the group cheered then started chanting her name. ‘Gigi! Gigi! Gigi!’
She rolled her hips faster, the motion hypnotic, as she fell under the spell of the music and her adoring fans.
