By the time I made it up there, I was feeling frustrated. I usually enjoyed the touches, but since I needed to deal with my new little problem, I knew I wouldn’t be getting relief any time soon, which was disappointing. There were a few people here I knew were a good time.
I dropped onto the leather sofa beside Brian McAllister. He immediately slipped his hands around my waist, pulling my legs across his lap as he plastered me against him.
“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”
Normally, the flirting was fun, but I was seriously turned on and his wandering hands weren’t helping. I tipped my head back, groaning as he trailed his lips down my neck. He had a tight grip on one thigh and I debated breaking my rule just for tonight.
“I saw you down there, charming the crowds. Tell me, do they know what a wild cat you truly are?”
I smirked. “A few of them do.” He nipped at my neck, making me laugh. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Brian.”
His lips trailed down to my cleavage, pulling the baggie with the USB out with his teeth. He snagged it, shoving it into his pocket before returning to his perusal. “Next time, lie to me.”
I hummed, distracted by his tongue running up my neck. It would be so easy to break the rule just once. There was a private bathroom up here. I opened my eyes, glancing at the dance floor below us. I could see the little shits who had followed me. One was still on the phone, his gaze locking on mine momentarily before he jerked away. I sighed, twisting and letting my legs slip off Brian’s lap, and gripped his face, kissing him lightly.
“I’ve got business to handle. Don’t fuck around with the shit like last time. I’m not interested in cleaning up after you again.”
When I stood, he slapped my ass, grinning as he leaned back onto the leather couch like a smug king. I lifted my skirt just enough to remind him I was armed before I sauntered away and down the stairs. Leo Vitale was ruining my night and now that I knew I wasn’t getting laid, I was seriously pissed off. I strode up to one of the guys who had been following me.
“What do you want?”
His jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to think of an answer, and I rolled my eyes. Apparently, Vitale thought he could send a couple of amateurs to follow me. Asshole.
“I know who you work for. Do me a favor and go fuck yourself.”
I spun and marched past the dance floor. I was in no mood to be touched anymore, so I headed it outside with Marco and Piero hot on my heels.
“What’s the plan?”
“The plan is, you go home. I’m handling this myself.”
Piero snorted, but he frowned when I turned slowly to glare at him. “You aren’t serious.”
Marco argued with me as we made our way to where Enzo waited in the car. “Seriously, Nikki, if your papa found out we let you go into Vitale territory alone, he’ll–”
“He won’t find out. Not if you two shitheads go home like I told you. I’m not going alone. Enzo is going to wait by the car. Now fuck off, I don’t want his little lackeys knowing where I’m headed.”
I dropped into the passenger seat and locked the door before my cousins could join me and handed them a couple of twenties as I rolled down my window. “For the ride home. See you tomorrow.”
Enzo didn’t bother waiting. There was a reason I always chose him to go with me. He didn’t argue. As long as he was getting paid, he went where I told him.
“Where are we headed?”
“Which Vitale club is the oldest?”
He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe Starlite?”
I nodded. “Good. Let’s get moving. And make it difficult for the fuckers. They’re amateurs. I’m sure you can lose them easy.”
* * *
Enzo dropped me off out front and sped away before the tails could figure out where he left me. I generally stuck to the sides of town that Papa had at least a tentative relationship with, just in case, so I’d never been here before. I waltzed up to the bouncer, who stood outside the door with a clipboard. His eyes trailed down my outfit before a smirk crossed his face.
“You look like you’re a troublemaker for your daddy.”
I winked at him. “Only if he finds out I’m here.”
He laughed, pulling the velvet rope away to let me pass. “Don’t let me be the one to get you caught, then.”