Page 12 of Lukas

Chapter Five

As kids,Lukas and his brothers had been inseparable. Everyone had expected it since they were triplets. You messed with one of the Rinaldi brothers, the other two were going to be right there to help even the score.

Lukas couldn’t remember who first called them the triple threat, but Roman swore it was their third-grade teacher. Didn’t matter who said it first, it was true.

Lukas was currently spotting while Dominic bench-pressed inside Dominic’s spacious home gym. Roman was working his legs on another machine. On the other side of the room, Dominic’s wife, Cassandra, was running on the treadmill with headphones on, her long trim legs eating up the miles.

“That gang in Baton Rouge is going to be a problem,” Dominic said between lifts. “I sent Titus there to scope it out. Observe what he could without getting involved.”

“They’ve hit two shipments now,” Roman added.

Dominic replaced the bar in the rack and stood, Lukas taking his place on the bench. “Yeah,” Dominic continued, spotting for Lukas now as he began to lift. “I’m honestly not sure if the dumbasses just don’t know who they’re dealing with, or if they’re just trying to flex muscle and see if we’ll back down.”

It was a constant problem with all their businesses, but especially those that weren’t exactly above ground. Everyone wanted to try to take down the big dog. La Cosa Nostra wasn’t the largest mafia family operating in the U.S. by any means, but they were powerful enough to have enemies looking to take them down in any way possible.

“I can send someone out there for a direct talk. Make sure these people know they’re dealing with us and give them a chance to reconsider before taking any further actions once they know what the consequences will be.” Lukas finished his set and traded places with Dominic again.

Roman nodded. “Good, but I have a feeling they might already know and may be looking for a fight. I won’t be letting Sarah out of my sight until this is settled, that’s for damn sure.” Enemies had come at them before by trying to harm the women in their lives.

Dominic looked over at Cassandra, who was still running on the treadmill in a fluid motion, and nodded.

“So, we had a slight security threat on Sunday at the club.” Like Lukas, his brothers were partial owners of both clubs. They weren’t there nearly as often as him but still cared about what happened.

“Top or bottom?” Roman asked.

“Bottom, believe it or not.” There was always one headache or another going on in Triple Threat. A dance club in the middle of the sexiest city in the country that served copious amounts of alcohol required constant supervision. They’d hired a top-notch management team to deal with it so they wouldn’t have to. Which was usually the case.

But Deeper Threat was different. Private. Exclusive. Alcohol expressly not served in copious amounts so everyone was sure that what was happening was consensual.

“Somebody running their mouth?” Dominic asked as he pushed the bar high over his chest from the bench.

There weren’t a hell of a lot of rules in Deeper Threat, but the ones they had were very solid. And the most important was not talking about the club at all. If someone decided to openly discuss what they saw in Deeper Threat, they’d not only be dealing with the Rinaldi brothers but more of La Cosa Nostra than they ever wanted.

“No.” But the question did remind him that he needed to talk to Reina and let her know to keep quiet about what she’d seen. No talking to girlfriends. No talking to anyone about it. He’d hate for her to bring down that sort of trouble on herself without even realizing it.

Plus, it gave him the perfect reason to go see her tomorrow. Tell her the rules and see how she’d liked his gift. A grin broke out on his face.

“Hey, pay attention, jackass,” Dominic said as he did another set, even though he was in no danger of maxing out for at least another three or four rounds. “So, what was the problem?”

“Somebody snuck in from Triple Threat on Sunday night.”

The weights Dominic was using made a loud clank as he put the bar back in the holder over his head and sat up. “Are you serious?”

“The fuck?” Roman asked at the same time. “I heard Timothy and Melinda were doing one of their punishment scenes. Not the time for a non-member to be wandering around. Jesus. If something got filmed…”

“No worries.” Lukas walked over to the pull up bar and grabbed it, letting himself hang for a second. “I caught her right away. And there was no camera involved.”

He began doing pull-ups.

“Luke, quit fucking around,” Dominic said. “This is serious. How do you know there was no camera involved? Who was this person? What did she want? A potential member we turned down?”

“Is word leaking out about the club?” Roman ran a hand down his face. “We can’t have people just sneaking in whenever they want to.”

Lukas did another three pull-ups before dropping to the ground. “Well, I can assure you that there was no camera anywhere on her body at all. I was… quite thorough in my search.”

Dominic rolled his eyes. “Who was it? Did you get her name when you escorted her out after your body cavity search? We need to run a full search on her.”

The fact that he hadn’t been able to escort Reina out himself—after many more hours of pleasure for both of them—ate at Lukas. And he planned to take it out on the lovely Miss Torres next time he saw her.

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