Page 6 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

Two women run up to her, a light sheen of sweat glistening from their shoulders from dancing. I hear them all squeal from up here as my mystery woman tells them about the money that was sent to her. At least, I assume that’s why I can hear them over the music.

“I’ll be in the private room, Alvize. I want her brought to me, please.” I push away from the railing and unbutton my blazer.

“You got it. I’ll bring her in ten.”

“Perfect.” I take one last look at the sweet beauty below and stop in my steps when I see a well-dressed older man sitting across from her. “Who the fuck is that?” I snarl, clutching the railing until my knuckles are white.

“Greer Hastings of Hastings Incorporated. He’s a V.I.P. member. He pays good money to be in this club, Luca.”

I know that tone. It’s one of my best friends and right-hand man. He’s warning me not to do anything.

“Ban him,” I say simply, not taking my eyes off his hand that just landed on top of hers.

Her lips press into a thin line, but she remains calm, pulling her hand free of his. She tries to get up, but Greer grabs her wrist again.

And all I see is red.

With a curse under my breath, I push off the rails again and head down the steps.

“What are you doing? Luca! Damn it.” Alvize follows me.

It isn’t often I make an appearance on the main floor. Too many people want too many things from me, so I tend to stay out of the way.

Not tonight.

I don’t have to push people out of the way while I stalk forward; they move, parting like the sea. The music continues to play, the lights remain an icy blue, and I tower over Greer when I get to the table.

“Luca,” he greets with a smile. “How are you? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you down here.”

I give the woman I’ve had my eye on my back and invade Greer’s space. “Your presence and your membership are no longer welcome in my club. Show yourself out.”

“I pay fifteen thousand dollars a month, Bianco. I should be able to do whatever the hell I please.” Greer shrugs my hand off his shoulder, and I’m on him in an instant.

I press my palm against his chest, stopping him from taking a step further. “I don’t believe the young lady wants anything to do with you. She’s too kind to tell you to fuck off, but I’m not. Get out of my club and don’t come back.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’d do more than dare if I wasn’t in the presence of a lady,” I grit through tight teeth. “You have three minutes to leave. You know what happens if you don’t comply, Greer.” I’ve made my empire from fear and loyalty.

Being the head of the Bianco Mafia comes with its qualms; men thinking they can overpower me is one of them.

Green finally makes the correct decision, and Alvize follows the man out.

“Can I offer you a drink in my private lounge? Away from the hustle of the club? Maybe some room to catch your breath?” I lean over and whisper into her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

Citrus.

It’s intoxicating.

“I’d like that very much. Thank you…?”

“You may call me Luca.” I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “And your name, Beauty?”

“Camilla,” she whispers, standing as I tug her hand.

“Let’s get away from the noise, Camilla.” I don’t let go of her hand. I find I like how delicate and soft hers is against mine. I tug her behind me, and one of my men unhooks the rope that leads upstairs to my own space.

I feel her behind me, one hand clinging to my back as if she’s afraid to fall down the steps.

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