Page 4 of Revenge Vows

Gracie grins. “I know you’re the right girl for the job, so titty up and have some champagne taken down there,” she says.

I inhale, and she searches my face.

“C’mon, Alyssa. I thought you got over your crush on him. I need you down there,” she says.

I look around in alarm. “Are you out of your mind? Someone could hear you!”

She chuckles. “He’s the Antonio Russo. He makes every woman in the world wet at the sight of him. You’re not the only one with a crushy-crush on him,” she says.

She’s right. Antonio Russo is the owner of the club, and so much more. And in my current situation, I shouldn’t be having a crush on him…or anyone. It’s not safe or wise.

“You’re right,” I sigh. Waiting on Viper’s table will get me larger tips, which is exactly what I need.

“So?” she asks, looking at me. I smile. “Can you handle it?”

She smiles and blows me a kiss. I love working with her for the most part. I wonder how she’ll take it when she hears that this will be my last shift.

“Yeah,” I tell her with a long sigh. “You can count on me.”

I watch her walk away, then look in the mirror and cringe. I need to fix my makeup. I nearly forgot all the crying I had done at home.

I lean forward toward the smudged mirror in the dressing room and line my bright green eyes with more dark liner. I also pat some blush onto my cheeks. I’m still pale from my fear and worry, but I doubt anyone will notice in the dim lights of the club.

I take a step back and turn back and forth, looking at myself. I still look like the young, curvy, red-haired girl that Gracie hired. Inside, however, I feel like a dead woman walking, my life already over before it really began.

Chapter Two

Antonio

As soon as she walks into the room holding the ice bucket, the imbeciles around me fall silent. I seethe with rage as I watch their savage eyes tear at her perfect body.

Why does she have such a short skirt on? And why are her nipples poking through her top?

I clear my throat. “Gentlemen, can we carry on?” I ask as she puts the bucket down on the glass table.

I swallow as my eyes linger on the lush curves of her breasts, barely contained by her thin top. She’s wearing her long hair down tonight and it slithers over her shoulder as she bends over, looking like a river of dark reddish silk in the dim lights.

She sets down the delicate glasses that she brought with the bottle on the table, her eyes meeting mine briefly as she does so. I feel a shock of desire lancing through me as our eyes connect.

I’ve never seen green eyes like hers before, but it’s not just their color that is making my cock leap to life in my pants. There’s something sad, knowing, and too-perceptive in her gaze that calls to me.

She’s a mystery, different from the other girls in the club, and I’ve always wanted to know more about her.

Not that I will ever take action on that desire. I can’t mix business with pleasure, and bringing home a cocktail waitress who is just a bit too pretty to be working for me is a mistake I cannot afford to make.

There’s a reason that I’m the best at what I do. I don’t make mistakes, and this red-haired, curvy beauty is just the type of woman who sees too much and doesn’t like what she sees.

“What’s the rush, Viper? Let’s have a toast,” Gilberto says with his eyes fixed on her chest.

Her long, beautiful fingers undo the foil covering the wine, and she pops the bottle, careful not to be too loud. She begins to fill their glasses.

I fight to tear my eyes away, but it’s impossible. As she leans over, her top lifts to show her curvy waist and pierced belly button.

I can hear the men whispering and groaning amongst themselves.

“What’s a man gotta do to get a night with you?”

I clench my fist as my eyes fall on the man speaking to her. It’s Fernando, Gilberto’s right-hand man.

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