Page 70 of Frayed Bonds

“Lovely to meet you, Skye. I hope you two enjoy your night, we’ll catch up with you a bit later, Diego,” I say, as I usher my brothers in the opposite direction.

“She barely looks old enough to drink,” Gus says to us.

“She looks like she belongs in a strip club,” Antonio says, and Adriano smacks him up the side of the head before I even get the chance to.

“That doesn’t give you the right to say shit, have some respect,” he mumbles and Antonio rolls his eyes.

“What happened to his other fiancé, what was her name? Katie?” I ask.

“Stacy,” Gus corrects me.

“They called it off after he caught her and his lawyer in his bed a couple of months ago,” Adriano shrugs, taking another drink from the bartender.

The rest of us stare at him, questioning how he knows. Especially when we can barely get enough dirt on Diego to get him kicked off the board.

A security guard comes up to Antonio and calls him off to check something out.

“This tastes like shit, where’s the girl that usually works up here?” I bark at the bartender, who looks like he’s ready to crawl into a hole.

“The blonde one?” Gus asks.

I nod.

“Oh, Sienna, she’s off tonight,” he says.

“Of course she is,” I mumble and turn around to survey the VIP area.

I notice a group of men stepping in past security. Horatio leads them through looking around. “Show time,” Adriano says and I nod, stepping away from the bar and heading towards them.

“This is a lovely place you guys have,” Horatio says.

“Thank you, hopefully, we can open one in Paris soon that'll rival this.”

“Of course–this, and so much more,” he chuckles, shaking my hand.

Behind him, I spot Antonio downstairs talking to a group of girls and when I notice who it is, I can’t figure out if I want to hide or jump for joy.

“Please excuse me for a second,” I say to Horatio, and Adriano swiftly takes over the conversation, guiding him and the rest of his men further into the VIP area.

As I make my way down the stairs, the anxiousness I’m feeling only gets worse, and when I spot Antonio standing with his arm around Valerie it all transforms into anger. I want to rip his head off his body for the way he's looking at her, and then it hits.

I’m jealous. Of my own brother.

I stop midway down the stairs. What the fuck is wrong with me? Valerie hasn't even forgiven me yet and I’m already ready to tackle someone for looking at her. Like some neanderthal.

Yet, when her eyes meet mine and they don’t look at me with the same hatred they did earlier this afternoon, I’m ready to go to war for her as long as she never stops looking at me like this.

Her eyes quickly dart back to Antonio.

As I reach the bottom, I notice Natalia standing with her. Then I notice her outfit. I almost wish I hadn't, because now my pants are tighter than they were when I came down here.

She’s wearing a skin-tight sheer dress. I can see everything; every perfect curve, the way her bra enhances her amazing tits and how the dress isn't pink. No, it’s black, and she looks the same way she did that night at the funeral.

Like sex on legs, ready to corrupt me and drag me down to wherever she wanted me.

And I’d gladly let her.

“Ambrose,” Natalia calls and I, against my will, drag my eyes off Valerie and stare at the girl. I pity her because I know I give her a look deadly enough, for her to be at least six feet deeper than where she stands right now.

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