Page 38 of Unholy Union
These questions and more pollute my mind.
I’m pissed the entire drive, gaze alternating between the streets and the blinking dot on my phone screen.
Eventually, the green dot arrives at a nightclub called Nocturna.
Lazaro says nothing as we speed over, breaking every traffic law in the city. He’s the kind of right hand that will do whatever I ask, no matter the request.
He’s buried bodies for me on numerous occasions. Nothing’s off limits for him.
I slam on the brakes outside the popular nightclub, arriving to music that shakes the sidewalk outside and flashing neon blue lights.
Nobody questions us as I head toward the entrance and descend the staircase into the dark pit below.
New York City is the Valentes’ city.
Everybody knows my father and everybody knows me. Which means they know better than to ever interfere with anything I do.
The club is as packed as any on a Friday night.
The place is bathed in the same neon blue lighting that was flashing outside.
I scan the club wall to wall, searching the dozens of faces for my wife. It only takes me a matter of seconds to find her.
As suspected, she’s with Tessa Lucchesi, but that’s not all—a tall, tan guy is with them. The same guy she dated in college. Lazaro steps closer and mutters in my ear, “His name’s Matteo Basile. He’s an enforcer for the Corsinis. His father’s a capo.”
Of course his father is. I know of his father.
Tension tightens my jaw. I glare watching the trio from where I stand by the staircase entrance. They’re at the bar counter sipping on drinks. Tessa’s chatting away, her blue eyes even bigger than usual, clearly relieved to have a night out with her best friend. Matteo seems happy just to be included in the moment, the third wheel among gal pals.
But it’s Sabrina who truly holds my attention. My wife looks both jaw-droppingly gorgeous and dangerously sexy in a tiny little silver dress that shimmers in the light. Almost like a fucking disco ball.
The dress hangs on her in a way that shows off plenty of skin, teasing everything from the soft curve of her tits to her ample ass in the back. It even manages to make her legs look long, a feat considering she’s not very tall at all.
But that’s how fucking short the dress is, stopping only a couple inches down her thighs.
She’s got her curls out, letting them hang over her shoulders loose and wild, only a dash of that glossy shit women put on her their lips.
One look at her, and I can already feel the blood heating in my veins. I can’t take my eyes off her as the loud music pulses around us and she throws her head back in laughter at something Tessa’s said.
The song that’s playing ends only for a new one to take its place, the heavy bass pumping from the start. Sabrina and Tessa cheer along with several other people on the dance floor. Their drinks are abandoned as they make their way to join the others.
It’s like a damn smorgasbord the way everybody shuffles to fit themselves on the floor and still dance to the music.
But plenty of people move aside to let girls like Sabrina and Tessa through. A given considering they’re two of the best looking girls in the place.
Matteo slips through by association only. At first the trio starts dancing as a group, mostly Sabrina and Tessa mouthing the lyrics at each other.
By the way they dance and sing along, it’s obvious this song is some throwback from their time at college.
And then Sabrina looks up, as if sensing my presence, and her gaze locks with mine. She goes still for a fleeting secondlike she’s shocked to see me, the rest of the club fast in motion around us.
It may only be a second, but it’s one where I see the defiance sparking in her eyes. I see the point where she makes up her mind as she turns her back to Matteo and starts dancing with him.
Right in fucking front of me.
Sabrina’s body moves to the music like no one else in the club. She knows just how to play it as she shakes her hips and runs her hands up and down her curves, even through her hair.
Others nearby begin to take notice. Matteo himself slows as he watches her dance.
