Chapter 22
My eyes widen at the place Gianna suggested that we go to for girl’s night.
It’s nothing that I have never seen before.
The outside looks like an industrial building where you would think nothing of it while walking past, even with it being in the heart of the city.
Once we were let in, the walls were a black pattern of velvet roses I could feel running my hand across.
There were dim lights that lined the walls, leading deeper inside.
The hallway came to a stop and opened into a large room with the same design from the entry, but now I could see the levels where it appeared to be for tables or rooms for people to buy for a high price.
We stop at the bar that is black steel to match the theme of the club, with an arch behind the bar showing off the massive amount of liquor on the shelves.
There is what seems to be a lift above with even more alcohol.
Under the tabletop of the bar, there is a red glowing light above the steel bar stools.
Gianna pushes her way up to the bar, slides into one of the stools and I follow suit.
She flags down the bartender who happens to know her by the surprised look on his face.
After a moment, he smiles at her. Holy crap is this man gorgeous.
Even through the dimmed lighting of the club, I can make out the sharp features of his face.
His sideburns connect to his beard. The deep button-down is open halfway down showing his tank skin.
But the way his eyes are all over Gianna’s body, tells me that he knows her, and he starts to stalk over to her and I.
I watch as Gianna flips her hair over her shoulder, leans in on the counter, pushing up her chest. “Gianna Ricci, you just made my night better with seeing your beautiful face,” he says, leaning on the counter toward Gianna.
She rolls her eyes. “Camilo, you’re lucky that the big boss man is not here to hear you say that to his little sister.”
He reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and says, “He is somewhere. Though I’m sure he would not like to hear about that time where you and I–––––”
She pushes back from the bar. “A night we will never speak of again, and can we have two spicy margarita’s please?”
He chuckles, and I look between them hiding a small smile on my face and make a mental note to ask her about Camilo later and what is going on with Angelo. “And who is this beauty with you, G?” He asks while reaching for my hand and kisses it softly while winking at me.
She looks at me and then turns to Camilo with the biggest grin on her face. “Isabella. My brother’s wife.”
We both watch as Camilo freezes at the realization of who he was flirting with, and I mean the man is now a walking dead man if Enzo finds out he smiled at me.
I swear my husband is very possessive, and I should be annoyed or angry about it, but I like the way said that if anyone hurts me, touches me or anything he would burn the city down for me.
Makes me feel wanted, desired, and seen.
Just the thought of Enzo, my pussy becomes soaked between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together.
Camilo turns and heads to make our drinks, and I take this moment to ask Gianna.
“I know I may be new to having any type of affection from a man, but that Camilo guy was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Though, I did notice during family dinner, Angelo would steel glances at you.” Gianna giggles and turns to face me, leaning on her elbow on the bar top.
“It was a Halloween party here at the club and of course, I snuck my way in without my big bad brother knowing.” There is a change in her face when she starts to explain about Angelo.
The sparkle in her eyes dim. “Angelo, there’s nothing to tell.
Other than the fact nothing will ever happen between him and me because of his loyalty to my brother.
” She lets out a sigh and looks down at her fingers.
“I have been in love with that man since the day I met him. I will forever be seen as Enzo’s off limit little sister no matter how many times I have tried with him.
” She tosses her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she looks up to watch Camilo shaking our margaritas.
“Hence why I hooked up with Camilo. Gave away my first kiss to some rando when all I have ever wanted is a man I can’t have. ”
I’m about to respond by telling her that maybe I could talk to Enzo about him not being so strict on Gianna and maybe letting her and Angelo explore their feelings. Camilo sets our drinks down and winks at Gianna, who giggles at him. We clink our drinks, and both take a sip.
The salt from the rim mixed with the tequila hits my taste buds, letting it burn the back of my throat.
I try not to make a face, but ultimately, I can’ help it.
Right when I’m about to take another sip, the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and a chill runs down my spine.
The uneasy feeling that I felt when I was shopping with Gianna all those weeks ago comes rushing back and my stomach starts to feel queasy.
My heart beings to beat fast to with my breathing as my gaze darts looking around the club to find where I feel someone’s eyes watching me.
Gianna turns my way and notices how I cannot stop looking around. “Isabella, are you okay?” Her voice breaks whatever trance that I’m in because I blink at her a few times, trying to calm myself down before the panic starts to erupt inside me.
I reach for my drink and take another sip before I say, “I thought someone was watching me.”
She reaches out to squeeze my other hand that is resting on the bar top. “They must be very dumb if they think they would be able to get into this club.”
I tilt my head with a confused look on my face. “What do you mean?”
The coldness leaves my body and is replaced by what feels like fire.
There is only one person that seems to have that effect on me, well, one man and that would be my husband.
I squeeze my thighs together when his deep, rough voice tickles my ear.
“Because this is my nightclub amuri mui. I own this establishment, and if there are scum that show their face here when they were not given permission, well, they meet their fate.”
His tatted hand slides to my middle making me turn in my chair to face him.
Jesus, this man that I can get to call my husband is fucking hot.
The black suit, the only one I believe that this man owns is tailored made for his muscular body.
I know what lies beneath the fabric. My mouth waters at the image of my husband naked, and letting the fantasies come to life.
My left hand slides up his chest, my wedding rings sparkle among the lights around us. “I thought you were working?” I ask him playfully prepared for him to tell me that its none of my business.
He bends, and gently kisses my hand on his chest. “I’m always working, baby even when you’re asleep.
” I’m still getting use to him calling me baby.
It’s not that I don’t like it, but I prefer him calling me his wife or amuri mui, which I have no idea what it even means.
“I had a meeting that ended about twenty or so minutes ago.”
“Whoa, I didn’t think you’d actually tell me.”
He moves his other hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “You’re thinking too much.” The corners of his full lips pull into a small smile. “You can always ask me about my day, and I will do my best to tell you how it was. This is our life, Isabella. I want to share everything with you.”
Gianna clears her throat, and I had forgotten she was behind me because when Enzo is near me, it’s as if everything around me has disappeared except for him and me.
He moves his heated gaze from me to his sister, his commanding voice tells her, “Gianna, Angelo will take you home.” I turn to her and the anger she is feeling about Enzo telling her that she is leaving is written all over her face.
“Do not fight me on this, Gianna. You know it was not a good idea to come out period let alone, bring my wife, who thought someone was following her the last time she went out. Or being shot at a restaurant.” Gianna opens her mouth, and he barks at her, “Now, Gianna.”
Right on cue Angelo steps up behind her, without missing a beat she downs the rest of her drink, slams it down on the bar top, and hollers to Camilo.
“Put this on the bosses tab.” Enzo sighs behind me.
“Camilo, call me so we can hang out.” She blows him a kiss and slides off the stool.
Enzo is cursing in Sicilian behind me, and I’m sure Gianna just put a target on his back.
But Angelo looks like he is the one who would kill Camilo for touching Gianna.
Gianna hugs me and I hug her back. She whispers in my ear, “Who knows, maybe tonight I can break down Angelo.” We release each other, steps back, and goes to leave but rolls her eyes at Enzo on the way. Angelo falls behind her, glaring at anyone who dares to look at her.
“Enzo, I’m sor––”
Angelo escorting out Gianna when he says, “Don’t.” His voice is low and laced with anger when he turns to face me. The irises of his brown eyes have darkened. His face is hard with how his jaw is tight. I have ever only seen him this one time and it was on the day of our wedding when he killed Ian.