Page 5 of Captivated

When we’re done eating, Stef says he’s going back to the hotel to work on something, but my other cousins aren’t ready to let the night end like I wish it would.

“Let’s hit up the club or something,” Sav says. “I know you have Lexi, Vin, but you can be our wingman.”

“Nope,” he says quickly, shaking his head and smiling. “You don’t need me to pick up women, and my girl’s waiting for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. While you’re with Lexi, we’ll be getting lap dances from the city’s finest. They’re not Miami girls, but I know our family only employs the most beautiful girls in their clubs.”

“That we do,” Vinny says, and gives everyone handshakes and one-armed hugs. “See you next month. Try to keep this one out of trouble tonight.” Vin nods towards me and I return his snarky grin with a glare of my own.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get him a dance and he’ll cheer right up,” Matteo says.

“Pussy tends to do that,” Marco adds with a crooked grin.

“And with that, I have to go.” Vinny laughs, backing away with his hands up before turning on his heel and walking quickly to his car.

“There isn’t one woman on this planet that could make me want to run home to her. The same pussy every night? It’d have to be magic and casting a spell on me for that to happen.”

“Matty, I’ll warn you once,” I tell him, looking him straight-on so I know he hears me. “Don’t ever say that in front of any of them. You’ll end up with a hole in you that wasn’t there before.”

Matteo shrugs with a shit-eating grin. “I’ll take that under advisement. Now, let’s go.” He rubs his hands together.

The drive to Dark Horse, our family’s strip club here in Atlantic City, isn’t too far. When we park, I look at the building and the red neon sign that used to signal a good night for me.

I’m not really in the mood for this, but who knows, maybe there will be a girl who will help me get over my obsession with a certain spicy redhead.

The layout of the club was carefully planned out so that right from the moment a person opens the door, they’re taken away from the reality of the outside world and immersed in another.

The bouncers give us nods of acknowledgement and open the doors for us without saying a word.

It’s dark, with red and purple lighting. Black leather wallpaper covers the walls for a textured, luxurious look and feel, and black carpet mutes our steps. The club’s music is pumped in low and subdued with high bass, until you reach the end where another bouncer pulls a curtain back to let us through.

Sam, the club’s manager, spots us and walks right up to me. “Good evening, Mr. Carfano. We have your table for you down in the pit and I’ll have a waitress sent right over to you.”

“Thanks, Sam.” He nods and walks over to talk with one of the bartenders and a waitress while we walk deeper into the club.

At the entrance to the VIP pit area where we’ll be eye-level with the dancers on the stage, a security member removes the velvet rope for us. The others take the three steps down first, and just as I’m about to, my eyes sweep the room in front of me, stopping when I catch a flash of red that’s all too familiar.

My hands fist at my sides and my eyes run down every inch of her. Her back is to me, but I know it’s her.

I can see the tattoo I traced and memorized with my tongue on the back of her upper left thigh. And I know if those tiny little panties showed the top of her ass cheeks rather than the bottomhalf, then I’d see the little shamrock tattoo she has above her right one.

I spent three days memorizing every inch of her body, and now it’s on display for these filthy fucking assholes who are no doubt imagining everything they could do with her. But they won’t. Over my dead fucking body will anyone get to do what I’ve already done and want to do again. And again. And fucking again.

I know all too well what her body is capable of because she’s made me use my hand more than I ever have in my goddamn life, trying to get her out of my head.

But only she will do.

No other woman. No other pussy. No other ass. No other anything.

Dammit.

Why the fuck is she here? How long has she been working here?

No.

Fuck no.

I don’t want anyone else to see or know how her body moves. Especially against them if she’s asks to give a private dance.

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