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CHAPTER 3
VIOLA
As I look down at the invitation for a night in Room Five, I’m both unsure and intrigued. I don’t play every time I enter Club Sin, but it’s happened. I’ve gotten the chance to explore a few things within the safety the walls of the club provide. I’ve never been inside Room Five and I’m intrigued as to what would greet me behind the door.
I was surprised when the bartender passed me a note after he was called to the other end by another employee. I didn’t pay the interaction any notice. Hell, I haven’t really been paying attention to who else was in the lounge.
I didn’t come tonight with the intention of finding a sexual release, as strange as it sounds. I just needed a night without being watched by the men my brother has following me. I wanted a night without being a Guidice. Club Sin is one of the few places where no one expects anything of me and where everything is my choice.
I hold power within these walls I don’t hold out there. And that power has nothing to do with getting off. I can choose to engage with the men here. I can choose to explore my sexuality. I can also choose to sit at the bar and have a drink without feeling like I must act a certain way. It’s freeing and Fleur is to thank for giving me this little slice of freedom.
I’m glad someone approached my best friend to have a little fun tonight. She deserves it just as much as I do.
We’re best friends because we understand what it means to be us. The pressure. The expectations. The way our families would rather wrap us up in bubble wrap than let us live our lives. The reason we’re close is because we can never escape those things, but we can find compassion, empathy, and understanding with each other.
Fleur was hesitant to leave me tonight, probably because she can read my mood better than anyone else. To the world I’m sure I seem like some airhead who only cares about spending money, but Fleur knows the heart of me. She knows I put the act on and play the part people expect because it means they are underestimating me at the same time.
I was fine with spending some time alone though and encouraged my friend to go and have some fun. Maybe I should take my own advice.
I knock the card on the top of the bar and contemplate what I should do. I’ve always been a curious person and I can’t help but feel like this invitation is a challenge. I’m not someone who backs away from a challenge.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m up and heading toward the staircase which will take me up to the second floor where Room Five sits. It’s not nervousness filling my belly, it’s excitement. If my brothers knew where I am right now, they would blow their top.
It would be pretty amusing to see, but I don’t want that kind of drama in my life.
I’m not sure Dante, the eldest and the one who sits on the throne of the family, would be the worst to deal with. He would probably look at me with disapproval, like our father would if he were alive, but it’s Leonardo, Giovanni and Rocco who would lose their fucking minds.
They’re even worse than Dante when it comes to protecting me. While Dante was busy learning directly from our father, the rest of my brothers were running off any guy who even looked in my direction. It hasn’t exactly gotten better now that I’m older. Being 26 doesn’t mean my brothers look at me like a woman who can make her own decisions.
When I stand in front of Room Five, I take a deep breath and let it out before I knock and open the door slowly. It’s fairly dark inside the room, but my instincts are screaming at me to run. I’ve learned to trust my gut over the years. Maybe it’s stupid, but I take a step inside and take in the muted light of the room.
The walls are a rich purple and look soft to the touch, like they’re covered in luxurious fabric. There’s a feeling of intimacy surrounding me, one I want to wrap myself up in. As my eyes take in the space, I notice one man sitting in an oversized, purple leather upholstered chair in the corner. There’s another man sitting on the bed, his head slightly bowed.
The men are very similar in build, and both have dark hair which is styled perfectly. It’s a little odd, but my curiosity has me stepping farther into the room. When my hand slips off the edge of the door, I feel movement behind me at the same time that the lock clicks into place.
The head of the man sitting on the bed snaps up and I gasp. I know that face. Even as my heart starts to race, I notice the softness of his eyes. When I spin around, there’s an almost identical man standing in front of the door smirking while amusement dances in his eyes.
Shit.
That means the man in the chair is the third one. The third identical man. I peek over my shoulder to find the man sitting in the corner staring at me, his brown eyes are focused intensely on me and filled with a coldness I’m not surprised by.
I’ve heard all about the Falsini triplets and how the only way to tell them apart is through their personalities.
That’s great information to have, but I’m not sure it’ll help me right now.
I straighten up to my full height, which, granted, isn’t very impressive. “Move out of my way,” I’m a little surprised at how even my voice is.
“No can do, princess,” the man in front of me practically coos. I’m pretty sure he’s Marco, but I’m not positive.
“We need to talk to you, Miss Guidice,” the voice coming from behind me is cold and controlled. Mateo.
I spin around to look at the man sitting in the chair in the corner. It’s kind of a shame that all the opulence in the room has been ruined by the fact that I’ve been lured by men who hate my family name. I’m not even sure why they hate us so much.
Maybe it’s because their sister, Bella, was royally embarrassed over a year ago when she tried to hit on Dante. Again. Instead of getting what she wanted—power—she was put in her place by the woman who stands beside my brother as queen. Jasmine is a doll, but she’s tough and takes no shit. She’s perfect for my brother.
Maybe it’s because the Falsini family has always been at the lower level in the world I’ve lived in my entire life. Bella didn’t just happen upon her need for power and it’s not much of a leap to think her brothers are after the same thing. In this city, power and money go hand in hand and both are associated with my family.
I’ve seen men scrape and kill for even a fraction of what my family has.
