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I sighed, and nodded.

“This is fucking ridiculous, you know that right?” I said, throwing my hands in the air.

“Yeah, well, so is threatening to kill the Don’s mother.”

I rolled my eyes and threw my head back in exasperation.

Diana returned to the door, her hand on the handle and a smile on her face.

“Showtime,” she said.

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Chapter 7

Antoni

Iwas led down the hall, to the VIP rooms, by one of the other girls.

The woman had dark blonde hair and long legs, though she was short. I was intrigued by how she managed to walk so confidently in her impossibly high heels. She looked over her shoulder at me as I followed her, and she smirked.

The girl was a tiny thing, and beautiful - but not like Rome. It was the darkness in Rome that intrigued me, a dangerous kind of beauty that I had no choice but to appreciate.

I wasn’t sure why I had ended up at Lilith’s in the first place.

I was sitting across the road - staring at the neon sign and wondering what to do.

Wondering what my Father would’ve done.

It had been made clear to me that I had to do something, if I wanted to be taken seriously by my men and everyone else under my control. I didn’t even expect to go in that night, and I rarely acted without a plan.

For the first time, I had no idea what I was doing.

I idly wondered if I should’ve just killed her so I could avoid the situation all together. But I quickly shoved what I knew was my fathers voice from my mind. I was a killer, I didn’t blink or hesitate when it came to eliminating my enemies and threats to my family. If I killed Rome, I knew that I would be crossing into a whole new territory of brutality.

Could I live with myself afterwards?

The blonde pulled back the curtain and revealed an even darker little room, with a long velvet couch and a pink neon sign in the shape of a heart hanging above it that provided the only light. I sat on the couch, and the girl gave me a playful smirk as she pulled the curtain closed once again.

Across from me, I saw my reflection in the large mirror on the opposite wall. I noticed that I was bouncing my knee and had to force myself to stop. Briefly, I considered getting up and leaving.

I had been to strip clubs before.

I had dated before.

I had picked up random girls and taken them home before.

Never had I felt the nerves that I was feeling at that moment.

Maybe it was the club, or maybe it was because I knew my mother and my friends were at home waiting to see if I failed or not. Maybe it was because I knew that this was a terrible plan.

Maybe it was because of this girl.

“Stupid,” I mumbled to myself, and got up to leave.

The curtain opened again, and she stood there.

Rome looked like a whole different person than the night before. Her hair was loose, the dark curls ending just above the lace of her black lingerie. The thin straps of her thong sat high on her hips, accentuating the curve of her thighs.

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