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Then there were those who realized you had money and they wanted some, and they didn't care how they got it. They certainly weren't willing to work for it like my parents did. They might have enough money to fund several generations of our family, but they also worked hard for every penny. They had no duty to share it with anyone else.
It was all stupid if you asked me.
"Please, come this way."
I kept a tight hold of my mother as we followed themaitre d' through the club to the VIP lounge. As I had never been here and seriously doubted I knew anyone here, keeping my mother safe was my number one priority.
I wasn't stupid enough to think my father hadn't sent several bodyguards to hang out in the club to keep an eye on my mother. He'd be devastated if anything ever happened to her, as would I.
When we reached the VIP lounge, I helped my mother onto the large black sectional sofa and then walked around the round glass coffee table to take a seat across from her. I took off my leather jacket and set it on the seat beside me before turning my attention back to my mother.
As much as I wanted to protect her, I also knew she was on the hunt. I'd been out to clubs with my mother enough times to know what that look on her face meant. She was looking for someone to flirt with and maybe take home for an evening of activities I'd rather not think about.
"Would you like bottle service this evening?" themaitre d' asked.
"Champagne," my mother said. "One glass."
The maitre d' quickly tapped out my mother's order on his tablet. "Very good, ma'am."
My mother hated being called ma'am.
When the maitre d' glanced at me, I said, "Whiskey, neat."
The man's lips pressed thin, but he wrote it down on his tablet.
I waited until he walked away before snorting. "That man does not like me. He thinks I'm a heathen."
"You are a heathen, darling."
She wasn't wrong.
I leaned back in my seat and stretched my arms out along the back of the sofa. It was actually a lot more comfortable than I had thought it would be. Usually, places like this were all about being seen, not comfort. This couch was damn comfortable.
"See anything that perks your interest?"
"We haven't even been here five minutes, René. Give me a little time."
I chuckled at my mother's soft reprimand. I'd agreed to accompany my mother on her little club visit, but I really didn't want to stay long. Dealing with the upper echelons of society gave me hives.
When my whiskey arrived—delivered by a blonde-haired beauty in a skirt that was way too short and a top that was way too low—I took a healthy sip and then groaned.
"This is actually pretty damn good." I was surprised, but I knew I shouldn't be. If this was supposed to be the new "it" place, it would make sense for them to have top shelf whiskey and not the cheap stuff.
When my mother didn't say anything, even if it was to give me another reprimand for swearing, I glanced her direction, but she wasn't even paying attention to me. Her gaze was set on a pretty little blonde on the edge of the dance floor.
"She's cute," I commented.
"She's adorable."
I snickered. "Go, Mother. I'll be fine. Just let me know if you decide to leave with her."
My mother was out of her seat and striding purposefully toward the dance floor before I could finish my sentence. I felt an odd sense of pride as I watched her step up to the buxom blonde and begin her flirtation.
I suppose most people would think it was weird for me to feel pride as I watched my mother ensnare the young woman in her web, but it really was a thing of beauty. She had the young woman blushing and shyly dipping her head within a minute. She had an arm around her in five. Give her ten minutes and she'd probably have her out the door.
I took another sip of my whiskey as I let my gaze roam around the large club. It was after midnight now, and the place was really starting to jump as more people moved out onto the dance floor and took up space in the booths.
After checking on my mother one more time, I looked around the club until I spotted each of the men my father had sent to guard her safety. I made sure to make eye contact with Tito, my father's head enforcer. He nodded once to me and then went back to keeping watch over my mother.
