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I slip some cash to Frankie for his help tonight. He gives me a nod, allowing Enzo and I to pass. Just because he works for Mancini’s establishment, doesn’t mean he can’t be paid off. He’s not a made man. He’s not even an associate. He has nothing to do with the Mafia. He’s simply a bouncer working at a strip club owned by Angelo Mancini.
Enzo and I walk through the narrow hallways lined with dimmed lighting reflecting off the red walls that lead tothe main floor. I locate Mauricio immediately. The silver-haired man is sitting front and center with two other men.
Giuseppe Silvestri.
The other one’s Niccolò Silvestri, Giuseppe’s only son. He hasn’t been seen around the city the past few years. Rumor has it Giuseppe sent him to Sicily to train to take over for him. I had no idea he was back.
I pull back so I’m hidden behind the wall. “You see who’s out there?” I ask Enzo.
He leans around me, popping his head out to peer into the lounge. “Well, shit. I didn’t expectthat.”
“Neither did I. We need to make sure we’re fucking discreet. Stay in the shadows and stay alert. Text Rocco and let him know we may need him and Tito for backup in case we end up getting fucked.” Enzo nods before taking out his cell phone and sending the message off to Rocco.
I watch the men closely as they guzzle down the drinks the cocktail servers keep bringing, loosening them up effectively. Mauricio already has the stripper on his lap, shoving her bare tits in his face. He whispers something in her ear before she giggles and stands, pulling him up with her.Looks like we got here just in time.
I speak to Enzo but keep my eyes trained on Mauricio and the stripper, knowing I need to get to the private room before they do. “Keep an eye out on the Silvestris, but do not approach them by any means. I don’t want to scare the fucks before we have the information we need.”
“Got it, Boss. Rocco and Tito will be posted up outside shortly.”
Looks like the stripper is about to lead Mauricio to the private room any second. “Good. I’ll be back as soon as this fucker blows his load.”
Enzo lets out a low laugh. “Man, I would not want to be you in this situation.”
“That makes two of us. This stripper better get some information out of him, or I’ll fucking kill them both back there for putting me through this shit.”
I head to the private rooms, staying in the shadows so no one sees me. The stages and poles are lit up for the dancers, but the rest of the club is lit up by red ambiance lighting, making it difficult to see anything unless you’re laser focused on it.
I find the farthest private room. This is the one I told Frankie to tell the stripper to use. Typically, the girls use the first one available, so the last one seemed like the safest bet to make sure we end up in the same room.
Slipping into the dimly lit room, I find a spot in the darkened corner.
And now we wait.
30
LUXTYN
Izzy’s plan couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. The girl knows her guard like the back of her hand. As she said he would, Eddie got up from his seat on the couch in the living room, checked on Izzy and me, then proceeded to do his hourly walk through the penthouse. That’s when we took advantage and headed straight for the elevator.
Somehow, someway, we pull it off. I would’ve put money down that Eddie would’ve caught us before the elevator doors shut, but that thought escapes my mind as Izzy and I run through the parking garage. The adrenaline has my heart feeling like it’s going to explode out of my chest.
Izzy stands before the biometric scanner, placing her hand on the screen and widening her eyes so the retinal scanner can detect her before pulling me through the door of the parking garage.
She glances around before grabbing my wrist. “Come on,” Izzy breathes out, dragging me toward the direction of a white Mercedes Benz sedan parked on the side of the street.
After opening the door, Izzy pushes me inside beforesliding in on the dark leather seat beside me. “We did not just pull that off,” I gasp out, trying to catch my breath.
“Piece of cake,” Izzy laughs out, slamming the door shut behind her. “Thank you so much for getting us, Liana,” she calls out to the woman in the driver’s seat.
Liana glances back at us over her shoulder, and even under the dimmed lighting brought to us by her tablet-sized car display screen and the city lights, I can see the resemblance. She and Izzy look a lot alike, except where Izzy’s hair is a dark-chocolate brown, Liana’s is a little lighter, sunkissed by a caramel balayage.
“No problem, but are you going to tell me what’s going on now? And why I needed to bring thisparticularchoice of clothing, shoes, and wigs?” Sliding her gaze over to mine, she gives me a warm smile and continues speaking before Izzy can answer. “You must be Luxtyn. I’m Liana. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too. And you can call me Lux.”Another DiMaggio I find myself easily opening up to.
“Lux, now that’s a cool name.”
“Right?” Izzy chimes in from beside me. “It’s edgy.”
