Page 73 of Wretched Choices

I leave the room with Marco on my heels, ignoring questions from Gabriel and Dante.

I stop at the bar and tell the bartender to forget their order because they will leave as soon as I join my wife.

I put my hand on the back of the seat, behind the guy who is too close to Isabella, and when he looks at me, confused, I bark at him. “You are in my place.”

He has the audacity to glare. “And how’s that? I think I’m in the right place. Maybe you are the one in the wrong place.”

I can see from the other side of the booth Marco having a glaring contest with the girl he called a pixie back in my office.

I tried to stay calm on my way here, but it was useless.

I edge between him and Isabella, who has a bemused look on her face. She hides her smirk with her drink. I take her free hand, the one with my ring on her finger, and kiss it. After I’m finished, I turn it to him and flash him the ring.

“See this? This is how I know you are in my place. So you’d better get lost before I rearrange your face for hitting on my wife.”

“Sorry, man. I didn’t know,” he stutters while he stands.

“Take your sorry ass out of my club. Take your friends with you and never come back here again because you are not welcome.”

He and his friends leave, escorted by Dante, who obviously followed me here with Gabriel, who is leaning on the bar, watching with a distant look on his face.

Marco slides beside the pixie, and I push Isabella deep into the booth as I sit beside her, but before she can move, I grab her hips and pull her into my lap. She startles, her hands landing on my shoulders. She bites her lip, a smirk on her face.

“That was intense.” She leans in, whispering. The scent of alcohol invades my space. “That was hot.”

I take a look at her glistening eyes. She is drunk. “How many drinks have you had?” I grab her by her nape to keep eye contact with her.

“Not many. A few shots before we came here and two margaritas. I can handle more.”

“No more drinks for you for a while,” I say and order her some water so she can sober up a little.

Dante and Gabriel join us, and the conversation changes from Cecilia and the pixie. I remember her name is Clara when she threatens Marco not to call her pixie.

Cecilia is bugging Marco, asking him if she can hire him, but he says he can’t be hired. When she begs him, he says he will think about it, depending on the task. Both Gabriel and I glareat him because his white knight syndrome will one day get him killed. Maybe not literally because we will always be there for him, but on the dark web, we can’t be much help. He is the one helping us in that field.

The mood shifts when the song changes, and the girls slide from the booth and they dance to the music. I run a hand over my face because if I see another motherfucker looking at her, I will start killing patrons at my club.

Just as I thought, a small group of men on the dance floor approach the girls, and while her friends dance with the guys, Isabella doesn’t give them any attention as she moves her hips. With her hands in her hair, she gives me a seductive grin, winking before she faces the girls, moving her ass just to play with me.

I stand, my hard cock pressing into my slacks, and in a few steps, I reach her, pulling her hips into my dick. I don’t dance, never have, but I can stand while she grinds against me.

She laughs as she leans her head on my chest, her arms around my neck while she grinds her ass on my cock. I wrap one of my hands around her stomach, pressing her to me even more, and with my other hand, I grab her chin, turn her face to me, and claim her lips in front of everyone in this club.

Her protest comes in a moan when she fights with my tongue for control.

Music forgotten, the people around us disappear until there is only us and our deep kisses.

Until a bright light flashes and the sound of an explosion comes from the other side of my club, the side where my office is. People scream, and chaos erupts.

Gabriel’s hand lands on my shoulder. “That’s Sabatini. We need to get you out of here. I already called for backup. You need to take the women and get out of here.”

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Di Angelo called just a minute before the explosion. Sabatini lost all the support he had. He thinks now he has nothing left, he will want to kill you as revenge for Ruggeri and Isabella.” His eyes skim the place. “You staying here is dangerous. I’ll bring the men to the house once we deal with this crisis.”

“I want him alive,” I say before I grab Isabella and we find the exit, followed by Marco and the other two women.

We leave through the fire exit, and I look around while the women climb into the waiting Escalade. Marco follows, and just as I’m about to enter, my eyes catch a figure with a raised gun behind the wall opposite the exit I came through a second ago. Before I get the chance to pull my gun, the sound of a gunshot fills the alley. I don’t look from where the sound came from because I act on instinct and my eyes lock with Isabella’s.

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