Page 37 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

She was, however, planning on seeking Johnathan Marcello out in a week at the club he apparently worked out of every other weekend. She even made sure to clear things off her schedule so that nothing would be taking her away.

Siena was not telling her father that, though.

Andino had been clear.

Her family was not welcome.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” she told her father. “At all.”

“Do let me know if that changes,” Matteo said, grinning.

With that, her father moved away from the small island, and headed for the door. As though he were completely finished with their conversation, and now had better things to do that did not include being there with her.

“What about your coffee?” Siena asked.

Matteo looked over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. “I’m not really in the mood to stay and chat longer.”

Yeah, she hadn’t thought so.

He had only come to pry information out of her.

But why?

Why?

Siena filed the strange encounter away in the back of her mind, and decided it was probably nothing.

For now, anyway.

Despite the name of the club, Heavy Metal had very little to do with scream-o music or hard rock. Siena figured that out the second she stepped inside the joint. The reflective lights and metallic accents left shimmering colors cascading over her body-con red dress, and the matching four-inch stilettos on her feet.

The bouncer at the front of the club had only nodded at her when she mentioned being there to see a Marcello, even though she hadn’t technically been told to do that by Andino.

Whatever.

It got her through the door.

Siena kept a firm grip on the red clutch in her hand as she weaved in and out of the moving people. The flickering lights and bass pounding through the hardwood floors made for quite an experience.

She wasn’t really a partier.

Clubs weren’t her thing.

She did kind of like this, though.

Siena found herself moving toward the bar while her gaze scanned the crowd for a familiar face …

For John.

The bartender came down her way, and tossed a rag over his shoulder. With a warm smile, he asked, “What can I get for you, pretty girl?”

Siena smiled. “Something light.”

“I can mix you up something virgin, but it’ll look like the real thing if you want really light.”

“Sure, do that.”

It was a couple of minutes before the guy came back with her drink. As she paid for it, Siena thought to ask, “Do you know where Johnathan is by chance?”

The bartender cocked a brow. “Marcello?”

“There’s only one, right?”

“That there is. He’s usually upstairs in the VIP, or working out of an office. Either way, you won’t find him on the floor.”

“Thanks.”

“Just tell the guys guarding the entrance that John asked for you, and they’ll let you through.”

Siena laughed. “Even if he doesn’t know I’m here?”

“Only one way to find out.” The bartender winked, adding, “And I bet he won’t say no to your pretty face.”

Well, then …