Page 27 of The Devil's Deal

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, noticing the look of alarm in his eyes.

“Ma’am, there’s an issue with a customer. I know you wanted to be made aware.”

“Just when I thought I could have a quiet night.” A grin wraps around my lips. “What’s going on?”

I sit up straighter. If anyone hurt a girl, they’re going to fucking pay.

“I can take care of it so you don’t have to be around that shit.”

“You’re too kind to me, Marco. But it’s my job. Plus, I have you to beat the crap out of them if it comes to it.”

His mouth twitches as he cracks a fist. “You know I will.”

“Oh, I know.” I arch a brow. “Now, let’s go and take care of the problem.”

I get to my feet and walk out alongside him, the blast of a hypnotizing melody greeting me while we rush down a long, dimly lit corridor. The music gets rowdier as we make it onto the main floor. The club is huge. There are three stages, and the girls rotate every half hour, with ten girls in total.

As he leads me near the cause of the problem, Marco informs me there was an unruly man in one of the sections who grabbed one of the girls by her hips and threw her onto his lap, after which, he tried to fondle her breasts. Marco and Antonio, my other bouncer, pulled her off of him.

As we get closer, I find Antonio next to a table in the corner, holding a man by the back of his neck. Antonio may not be as big as Marco, but he sure as hell can be a lot crazier.

“Hello, gentlemen,” I greet them.

As Antonio turns around, I notice the man’s shirt is in quite a disarray. It probably used to have buttons on it, but almost all have been ripped off. Oh, and there’s a nice shiner around his eye. Looks like Antonio’s handiwork.

“I like what you did there.” I grin, drawing a circle around the man’s face.

“Thanks, boss.” Antonio shrugs, his head glistening beneath the pink and purple lights. “I try.”

The man winces, gritting his teeth as Antonio tightens his grasp around him.

I finally take a better look at the asshole. He’s about an inch shorter than me with my heels on. I’m five-seven without them, and a good five-eleven with.

“You’re the one who decided to ruin my night?” I eye the man who looks at me as though I’m a joke.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, his lips twisting in disgust.

Antonio’s other hand forms a fist under the man’s chin, roughly shoving his head back. I can see in his glare that he’s close to landing another punch.

But I hold out a hand, stopping him, my eyes never leaving the man’s.

“I’m Chiara. Chiara Bianchi. This is my club, and these are my girls. And I heard you put your hands on one of them.”

A small laugh bursts out of him. “That’s what they’re here for, aren’t they? To make me happy. What else are whores good for?”

I narrow my eyes, edging closer to him until my face is less than an inch away from his. “My girls aren’t whores. Call them that one more time and see what happens.”

He grins, and I have the urge to wipe it off his face.

“You’re so feisty. Are you sure you’re not a stripper too? I’d love to see those big tits bounce up on that stage. I think I’d like to put my hands on them next.”

“Please, ma’am, let me do it,” Marco practically begs behind me.

Even with the music, I can hear the huffing of Marco’s breath on my neck. Both men are very protective of me.

I spin his way, donning a big smile. “You have to let me have some fun too. It’s boring otherwise.”

When I turn back to the asshole, I clench a tight fist and throw it square at his nose.

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