Page 518 of Savage Bosses

“We’re sparing no expense on construction or design,” Alessandro DeLuca says.

“I’m sure it will bring much business to Ocean Falls. Have you all met with the city council yet?” I ask.

“We have. They were initially reluctant because they didn’t want to lose the city's charm to tourism,” Mitch says.

“Ocean Falls is the perfect place for this project. Right here on the coast, it’s not a small town that has the risk of losing its small-town charm, but it’s not a major metropolis either that will become further cluttered with just one more business,” Alessandro injects.

“Right. It will bring the business dollars that the town needs and be the perfect addition to putting Ocean Falls on the map,” Greyson adds.

“And the council?” I ask, reminding them of my concern.

“They’ve been persuaded to see things from our vantage point,” Marco DeLuca says, pulling a snifter of brandy to his lips and eyeing me over the rim.

A shudder of fear runs through me at his gaze even if he is sexy. Maybe that’s the attraction of the man. He’s sexy and gorgeous but has the right element of danger. Both he and his brother are true bad boys in the flesh and have women drooling over them.

Yet, they both proudly display wedding bands.

Making a note to discuss all of this with Ambrose later, I drop the matter. Top Tier doesn’t need to look like we’re not a united front.

I scan through Nicole’s online sketches, oohing and ahhing over black and red leather and velvet casino designs, grey wallpaper with diamond patterns, and hand-knotted carpet in grey, black, and tan hues. From my three-dimensional tour, I can see an exquisite teardrop crystal chandelier.

“Casino, gentlemen’s club, tattoo parlor, spa…where’s the entertainment for women?” I ask.

Smirking at her husband and then winking at me, Nicole reaches over the table and opens a new tab that shows another club in hues of greys, pinks, and sand tones. She says, “This is for the ladies.”

“We didn’t agree on that,” Greyson says, scowling at his wife.

Chuckles from Mitch and Alessandro earn them a glare from Greyson. Marco merely lifts an eyebrow and says, “Happy wife, happy life.”

Greyson turns to Ambrose and asks, “What’s your opinion?”

Shrugging, Ambrose says, “Give the lady what she wants. After all, she’s coming home to you.”

“Smart answer,” Nicole says, chuckling. “And what about you, Brynlee? Would you like to see a ladies’ entertainment club?”

My first full smile of the evening makes its appearance. “Of course.”

I feel Ambrose’s heated gaze and wiggle inside at his jealous streak. That part of him always turned me on.

We talk business a little longer before Marco calls for the check. After it’s paid, we make our way out to the parking lot as Mitch takes a call.

“Are we still going to our next stop for the evening, gentlemen?” Nicole asks with a mischievous grin.

“Next stop?”

“Yes, the boys planned to go to a gentlemen’s club tonight toresearchthat arm of our business.”

“Oh,” I say curiously, glancing around at the uneasy faces. “Let me guess. The ladies weren’t invited.”

“Their idea, not mine. I’d planned to return to the hotel with my beautiful wife,” Greyson says, pulling Nicole under his arm affectionately.

She smiles and winks at him as he kisses her lips. I turn away to give them a moment of privacy only to meet Ambrose’s smoldering gaze.

“Hey, I have to get home. I’m taking the jet, Grey, and I’ll have it returned for you and Nic in the morning,” Mitch says in an anxious tone.

“What’s going on, man?” Greyson asks.

“Blake’s in labor.”

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