Page 50 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

Adele

Resin nightclub is impressive. I’ll give them that.

The place is a sensory feast. From my vantage point at the bar, I take in the scene. Strobe lights bounce off the polished marble floor and the air is scented with lavender and citrus, a refreshing change from the usual overpowering scent of sweat and cloying perfume.

Plush velvet booths line the walls and colorful reflective lights lend an interesting flickering glow to the place.

Across the room, bathed in the glow of the revolving disco ball, Kira effortlessly spins a set that has the crowd raving. I catch the girl with the pink braids and the rectangular-spectacled guy from the other day and wave back with a smile.

“Sure you don’t want to dance?” Zedd asks beside me.

I take a steadying breath and pray that he respects my personal space today. I really don’t want to have to give him a dressing down on a night he seems to be having so much fun.

“No, I’m good for now, Zedd. You go on.”

The last thing I want to do is dance. I’m feeling too self-conscious in the white dress I talked myself into wearing. Although I didn’t have a choice.

I couldn’t exactly wear baggy jeans and a T-shirt, especially when Kira was dressed in a sparkly black number. The white dress was the only one I had.

“You’ve had an ungodly long drive here, Addy. You should stretch your legs on the dance floor,” Zedd coaxes.

I didn’t want to go on Zedd’s tour bus because fourteen hours of being stuck in an enclosed place with his eyes burning holes into me wasn’t my idea of a fun road trip. And as Kira isn’t a great fan of flying, we rented a Corolla, and I drove us down here.

“No, seriously. Go have fun. I’ll watch you from here.”

“Well, in that case, we can stay here and people watch together.”

Oh, Lord. I thought the guy could take a hint. If the last half hour is any indication, it seems he plans to stay glued to me all night.

I shrug and take a sip of my apple juice since I’ve clearly become allergic to alcohol. I mean, I wasn’t going to knowingly drink while pregnant, but this baby has ensured that every drop of alcohol that entered my body after she did, came flying back out.

Kira and I haven’t spoken about the pregnancy since I tested positive. She understood that I needed time to process my next steps.

“By the way, you look beautiful, Addy,” Zedd breathes. “White is definitely your color.”

“Thanks,” I murmur tightly, discreetly tugging at the hem of my dress again, regretting why I didn’t go with Kira to get a different dress.

While there’s nothing wrong with this one, it’s just that it belongs to another life. The last time I wore it was on my twenty-first birthday dinner date with Dante. I push down the memories threatening to surface and focus on why I’m here.

I’m here for Kira.

My gaze drifts back to her and instantly snags on the person standing next to her in the DJ booth.

An attractive man in his mid-twenties wearing an expensive suit. Tattoos snake up his neck, and a silver necklace peeking beneath his open shirt. Their heads are close together, almost touching as he speaks. She listens raptly even as her hands fly over the mixer. And then she throws her head back and laughs.

An unwelcome shiver races down my spine.

There’s something about him—a familiarity that feels like a slap to the face. But it’s Kira’s reaction that’s most unsettling. Kira is relaxed and at ease. Enjoying herself.

They know each other.

“Zedd?” My voice is barely audible, drowned out by the pulsing music. He leans close to me, his eyes brightening with hope and excitement.

“Do you know that guy Kira’s talking to?” I keep my voice casual despite the unease prickling at the back of my neck.

Zedd follows my gaze and lets out a low chuckle. “Oh, him? He’s one of Kira’s people.”

He says that like he expects me to get it. When I continue to stare at him blankly, he moves even closer to me, his face etched with disbelief.

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