Page 6 of A Mafia's Treasure

“Hey, Tony, how are you?” she asks him.

“Good. What you got free tonight, I haven’t booked,” he tells her.

“You know that your friend here has a red band, so I am limited on what rooms we can allow, but we just opened the walk through, so you can see into all the consenting rooms, then there is the lover’s room.” She smiles at him, and I see her biting the insides of her cheeks as she waits for his response.

“Fine, that’ll do. All stocked I take it?” he inquires.

“Sure is, honey. It’s ready when you are.” She looks at both of us and smiles. “Enjoy.”

I follow him through the narrow corridors, my shoes tapping along the glossy black hardwood floor. The white and silver hexagon patterned walls are a bit trippy but look expensive, and I guess that’s what they’re going for.

“We can walk around the corridors and look in and see what others are getting up to if you fancy that?” He throws a wink my way.

“I think we know what we are here for, and that’s not really a walk down lover’s lane, right?” My brow lifts in question.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He smiles, and pulls me in to a room, which looks like cupid has thrown up in it, but hey, at least it’s comfy.

Chapter6

Nico

It’s been a couple of weeks since I have been able to get to the club, and shit has hit the fan with Koslov. Those Irish sons of a bitches will pay for what they have done. Somehow, they found out about the agreement, They got to Koslov, killing him, before we could have the fight.

Now, I need to find another way to get my hands on those contracts for Manhattan and Brooklyn. If they think that getting rid of Koslov will stop me from getting them, then they have another think coming. I laugh to myself, knowing that Brendon O’Connor believes himself to be the best of the best, but he’s been in New York less than a year and is trying to gain power— power that doesn’t belong to him—and that shit for brains brother of his, Flynn, will pay for this. They’ve been a pain in the ass since they arrived.

Walking through the glass entrance way of ICONIC, I am happy with how it looks, sleek and rich. The elite will want to come here. The entrance doesn’t give away what we do, or what this place is, and only when you go deeper will you discover the hidden treasure of this place.

The heavy black door feels welcoming as I push forward, and I watch as people check in their belongings. It's running like clockwork. I look around and, as I suspected, I know Marco will see me enter though there isn’t a camera in sight.

The main bar is busy, and I head over to the balcony and look over to see the women dancing on the main stage as the lights dance over them. I do notice that the mini stage up here isn’t open yet, which isn’t unusual for the time of night, but I watch as people settle in ready for the show.

I feel a hand slap my back and turn to see Marco. “Boss, how are you doing?” he greets me.

“Looking good, Marco. I see you were right, and the clientele really is the best of the best.” I smile at him as we look around the club and over at the police chief, who previously refused our offer of friendship, shall we say, sitting with Chloe. I am sure his wife would be interested to see what he is up to.

“Oh, only the best here, boss, you know that.” He winks. “And that”—he nods the chief’s way—“that is nothing. Last night Chloe and the chief were pretty cozy in the black out room before heading to the nursery.” He laughs.

“Nursery?” I look over at him with my eyebrows raised.

“Hey, who are we to judge. The guy wanted to be babied and Chloe to be his mommy.” With that he laughs and slaps my back again, then walks off toward his office behind the bar.

I need to check these rooms out, I think to myself, as I head toward the stairs and stop as I see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

She strolls past me, adjusting the green band on her wrist. She looks like she is on a mission and has only one place on her mind. I can’t help but want to know where that is.

Heading down the stairs, I follow her straight to the back rooms. She stops at the entrance with the red velvet curtains and speaks to Cat, and it appears she has booked as she heads straight down the corridor.

As I approach, I smile. “Cat, how are you?”

“Nico, it’s been too long.” She smiles back at me warmly.

“That woman, what room did she book?” I inquire.

“You know I am not supposed to give out that information, Nico, but I am going to guess that I have no choice?” She chuckles.

“You would guess correctly.” I smirk at her

“She went to the punishment room”—she looks up at me with a cheeky smile—“Alone. She waits in there until someone goes in.” She shrugs and looks back down at her iPad.

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