Page 5 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Come on. Let’s go see what Club Forty-Seven is all about.” Cora leads the way, her heels clicking in small puddles of questionable water.

A yellow muted glow reflects from the pavement because of the street lights, and the music is so loud from inside the clubs I can hear every lyric as we pass each building.

The night is promising, but promises mean nothing if they can’t be met.

Chapter Two

Luca

Kingdoms rise and fall every day, but mine flourish under my rule.

“More whiskey, Mr. Bianco?”

Without saying a word, I nod, pointing to my empty glass.

“Right away, sir.” The waiter snags my glass and hurries to my private bar to make my drink.

I have the elite of VIP rooms. This area is only mine. I do business here. I celebrate here. Sometimes I kill here, if the opportunity presents itself.

Club Forty-Seven is mine.

It’s one piece of my empire, but it’s where I can lay my crown at the end of a long day. I unbutton my silk-threaded suit and walk to the edge of the balcony overlooking the main floor. I grip the rails and skim the crowd, searching for enemies.

For weaknesses.

For…

Her.

My eyes stop on a beautiful woman in a shimmering silver dress; even I can see it shine from up here. She’s sitting at one of the tables, drinking what seems to be a martini, and she makes a face of disgust when she takes her first sip.

I chuckle, tilting my head as I watch her. She’s wearing a sash, but from here and from it being so dark, I can’t read what it says.

“Alvize,” I say, my one and only friend’s name, who is also my right hand. “I want to know what her sash says.”

He stands next to me and sends a text message to Diego, one of my most loyal members. I watch him slither through the crowd like a snake, his blonde hair reflecting ice blue from the lights. Diego walks by her with expertise, not letting her know a thing.

Alvize’s unique, wheezing laugh has me turning my head. “It’s her twenty-first birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I’ve sent you her cash app.”

My phone dings a second later. I pull it out of my pocket, and the screen glows, her username right at my fingertips. I shouldn’t indulge in such a pleasure, but the thought of turning my back on such a beautiful opportunity has regret eating away at my darkened soul.

And I am not a man who lives in regret.

I take another look at the beauty sitting at the table, all alone, sipping a drink she hates, but I can’t help but become infatuated with her enthusiasm to enjoy something she doesn’t.

I stand here for a minute, watching as man after man tries to talk to her, but she’s polite. She smiles and nods. Her long hair is curled and dark, and I wish I could see the shade up close.

Wanting that experience more than my next breath, I type a large number on the screen and cash app her. Since I never use it, I send her the max amount it allows me to send.

Seventeen thousand five hundred dollars.

I watch as she flicks her hair over her shoulders to check and pulls out her phone from her purse. Leaning my elbows against the rail, I grin when her mouth drops open, and she looks around to see who could have sent her such a large sum of money.

Even through the crowd of men and women passing her, I notice her legs cross and uncross. I lick my lips when I notice the length of them. I bet they are soft and flexible. I want to wrap them around my hips while I drive into her.

Should I have such thoughts of a woman so much younger? There are almost fifteen years between us. I should let her have her fun with a man closer to her age tonight, but the thought of another taking her attention doesn’t sit right with me.

No one would be able to treat her like I can and will.

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