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“No idea,” I reply as we look in the direction he jets toward.
Nico
Dante:Spotted.
Me: What?
Dante: My future wife.
Dante sends an attachment with the last text message. It’s an image of the dark-haired menace herself in the flesh.
What the fuck,she’s at our club?And what the fuck does he mean his future wife?Another unjustified wave of jealousy courses through me. I leave my office to head to the VIP section so I can see for myself.
Looking at one of the tables, I seeHappy Birthday,Natalie! written on the plaque we have for our guests to spend a certain amount of money.How did I miss this?
I call over the hostess.
When she arrives, I order, “Let me see a list of the reservations for tonight.”
She unlocks her tablet without question. Swiping through, I recognize one of the names. The reservation is under her supermodel-looking friend’s name: Maya Villanueva.
After walking to the railing, I look down and spot Dante talking to our mystery woman. Just as I’m about to threaten him, Bash comes over on our head piece. Thank God because I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I just knew I didn’t like him talking to her.
“Dante. You’re needed in the basement,” Bash says.
He doesn’t need to explain further. He was capo, and when he says jump, you don’t ask how high—you’re supposed to just know. This usually means there’s either someone who needs to be taken care of or they’re already dead, and their body needs to be taken care of.
Natalie
I’m not sure how long we dance. The music is just right, and I’m having the best time. An attractive man has his arms wrapped around Maya as they “dance” on each other. If I’m notAuntieNatalie in nine months, I’d be shocked. Donna knows better than to let anyone touch her while Matteo and Tony are present. Plus, Dom could show up at any moment if he isn’t already acting as security from VIP. I dance with a few guys, but I send them off when they get too handsy. In the distance, Tony and Matteo look eager to step in, hands on their concealed guns.
So dramatic.
After having a few drinks on the dance floor, I have to use the restroom. I point back upstairs at the girls, and they nod and join me. We head back up to our table in VIP, where Dom is waiting. He hugs me, picking me up in one of his big bear hugs.
“Happy birthday, sorellina,” he yells as he spins me.
“Thank you!” I say, stumbling as he sets me down.
Women glare at me and ogle my brother from out of the corner of my eye.
“Are you having a good time?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m having so much fun!”
“Drink all of it,” he orders as he pours a glass for Donna and Maya.
Thirsty—although not drunk—I down the glass. I need to slow down. I don’t want to lose too much control.
Dom, Maya, and Donna hug and fall into easy conversation. They pour more drinks as I excuse myself to go to the restroom. There’s never a line in the VIP restrooms, and for that, I’m thankful.
I wash my hands, then check my phone, responding to some happy birthday texts. As I exit the restroom, I relax after this week’s revelations but then I feel a shift in the air. I halt. A chill whisks through the hallway, alerting the hairs on the back of my neck. I look up from my phone and lock eyes withhim.
Nico Delucci is standing, tall and sexy as sin, in the dim hallway, leaning against the wall. I should’ve left the minute I saw their enforcer.
I’m able to get a better look at him this time. Older than the photo, short facial hair that made him even sexier. He’s also bigger now, if that is possible. If only this man wasn’t trying to kill me. He stands proud, clad in a gray suit and a white button-up that hugs him in all the right places—that also does nothing to hide his protruding muscles. If he flexes, he’ll rip his whole wardrobe off.
Admiring his ink, I scan his arms and neck. I’m sure ink covers his torso, too. I lick and bite my lips.Fuck,I hope he didn’t notice. I make eye contact with him.Shit,he totally noticed.
