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“Remind me again, why is the girl here tonight?” I mutter to Rossi as Briar follows us past the long line outside of Diamonds and toward the entrance of the strip club.
She’s wearing a tight black dress and matching high heels, which are so fucking high that I’m impressed with how well she moves in them. My cock twitches at the sight of her, and I have to look away before I have a full-on boner.
As possessive as he is over her, it’s strange that he wants her to come to this sort of place.
Rossi gives me a look that tells me it’s not good before he leans closer. “From what I gathered? One of his business partners might have some interest in Briar.”
“Interest? What the fuck sort of interest?” I frown, instantly not liking the way it sounds.
I think back to when I watched her fuck herself with her fingers several days ago. I so badly wanted to lick every ounce of wetness off of her hand and taste her, knowing she’d be sweet. I already want more, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He puts his mouth closer to my ear. “I think it has something to do with Vittoria Island though. And that’s not good.”
At the mention of that word, my jaw clenches. Vittoria Island is one of the main reasons why we’re over here to begin with. From everything we’ve learned while working here, we believe it’s a place for rich people to basically sleep with sex workers for a crazy amount of cash. And from what we understand, the women and men are not there because they want to be. They are there because they were kidnapped or somehow lured into it.
I’ll kill every single staff member of the Romanos before I let them take Briar James to that place. But if Enzo is bringing her to this club and has mentioned Vittoria Island, it can’t be good. We know it’s not just him and his father running the place. There are billionaires from all over the world involved, and I’m sure he’s somehow trying to get Briar wrapped up in it all. She’s a beautiful young woman. As sickening as it is, anyone would pay a high price for her. And I can’t let that happen.
She follows behind closely as the bouncer opens the door and lets us inside. But before we get all the way through, he taps me on the arm.
“He’s up in the VIP lounge,” he utters, his eyes moving to Briar, whose back is to him. “Not sure his fiancée is going to like what she sees though.”
Clasping my hand on his shoulder, I give him an icy-cold stare. “Don’t worry about it.”
And then we push our way through the crowds of drunk and high people who move to the music like zombies, making our way toward the VIP stairs.
Stepping next to her, I crane my head toward hers. “Just be prepared for what you’re about to see, okay? He’s probably not alone.”
“Do you think I care?” She tips her chin upward. “If I did, I certainly wouldn’t have been on my knees when he was on the phone.”
I fight back a smirk and rub my fingers against my chin. “That’s true.”
Rossi leads us up the stairs as the strobe lights illuminate the club. It smells like liquor and perfume here, and I fucking hate it. Briar’s sexy legs take one step at a time, never faltering, even in the heels. A moment later, Rossi passes through the VIP doors, and half a dozen strippers come into view, dancing on the different horseshoe-shaped tables.
“There,” Rossi says, jerking his chin toward the corner. “But the bouncer was right; he’s not alone.”
Two women are at his side, each wearing nothing but pasties on their huge tits and a thong with glittery high-heeled boots. He sees us coming, and even though he’s aware his fiancée is walking with us, he doesn’t push them away from him as one sucks his neck while the other rubs her palm against his dick over his jeans.
His gaze looks Briar up and down, roaming a little too long on her legs, and he runs his tongue over his lips. On the table before him and the chicks, there’s white residue and a folded-up hundred-dollar bill, proving they’ve been parting pretty hard.
“That’s your style,” he says to her in a condescending tone. “Looking like a whore is fitting for you, baby girl.”
“Thank you,” she says politely.
She doesn’t stand up for herself, and when I look at her from the corner of my eye, I know it’s driving her crazy that she can’t. She’s so much sassier and stronger than he’d ever believe. All because she’s so damn good at adapting to her surroundings and playing the part.
It takes a damn strong woman to push feelings down and play it cool the way that she does. I can’t wait to see her let out all of that rage. I hope I get to see her take it out on this motherfucker one day.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” He gives her an evil smirk before holding his hand up and waving someone over.
When the person comes into view, I watch her body tense as she takes in the older man, whose eyes rake over her body slowly.
“Goddamn, you weren’t lying, Mr. Romano.” He continues to stare at her, stopping at her tits. “You and I are going to have some fun, baby.”
“Call me Enzo. Mr. Romano’s my father.” Enzo’s tone is so much lighter than normal, and he pauses when one of the women at his side starts kissing him. Their tongues tangle, and she rubs her palm harder against his cock before he pulls back.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full, Enzo,” the old man says, practically frothing at the mouth and making me fold my arms across my chest to stop myself from knocking his ass out. “Let me take this one off of your hands.”
Just as he reaches for Briar, Enzo slams his gun against the table.
