Page 1 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
Prologue
Nicola
I look at the red flashing sign; the club letters light up the Sirens club entrance as I drive into the parking lot. I turn off my black Chevy pickup, pulling the handle, pushing the door. I get out of my truck and open the back door; leaning in, I grab my black raincoat and close the door. I shove my arms through the raincoat, pulling at my shirt cuffs, adjusting the long sleeves.
I lean against my truck, running my fingers through my dark locks, looking at the long line; I check out the girls waiting to get inside the club.
It’s fucking late, and the line is long. I know that the club is closing in an hour. That’s why I’m here looking for Cristiano, my brother, before he leaves.
The girls look sexy, wild, and having fun dancing, laughing, and talking as they wait to get inside the club. I need to get inside, and hopefully, that bouncer doesn’t give me any grief.
The club is popular, a hot spot in San Francisco, but clubbing, it’s not really my thing. I like to spend my time at bars, where I don’t fucking get a headache from just trying to get a beer. I only want to relax, not looking to hook up. I have my girl, Antonella.
I take long strides, with a slight swagger, towards the huge black front doors, lifting my chin at the tall, big motherfucker bouncer at the door as he waves me in.
Fuck!
That motherfucker thinks that I’m Cristiano. I know that we look alike, and people that don’t really know us don’t see the difference. I’m an inch shorter, not so bulky, but I’m working on it, and we have different color eyes.
But I didn’t think the bouncer would mistake me for Cristiano at the club; this club is his turf; it’s his job to monitor the Wiseguy that manages Sirens. I know that he stops in every night to collect during the week.
I walk into the club, looking around for Chris. The club is jam-packed, the dance floor is full of sexy girls swaying to the loud rock.
Damn it!
I fucking hate looking for him; it’s not a good idea to be seen together; it can cause problems for him. But it’s been days since I’ve seen him; I need to talk to Cristiano about not going into the fucking law school. I want to work for the Capo, I’m fucking ready, plus I have other ideas I want to run by him.
I’m done with school.
In fact, I want to follow in my Papà’s and Cristiano’s footsteps. I’m ready, and all I need is for Chris to back me, to sponsor me with Capo Bruno. I know that I will need to give him damn good reasons for not going into law.
Fuck, I want to start earning money to get a house, and then I can ask Antonella to marry me.
I walk down the room, weaving around the people, looking for Chris. I lean against the wall, spreading my legs, crossing my arms.
“Fuck, Chris isn’t here.”
I grumble to myself, looking around the club at the girls and the barmaids walking around the room. Then, I turn to my right, a sexy barmaid smiles, walking over to me.
“Hey Chris,” Barmaid says, placing her hand on my arm, running her hand up to my shoulder.
Fuck!
It looks like it’s a done deal; they think I’m Chris. I’m not going to correct them; they can think that I’m Chris.
“Hey, could you get me a beer,” I say, lifting my chin?
“Sure, handsome, would you like me to take it to the VIP room,” Barmaid asks, lowering her right eyelid, placing her hand on my arm, leaning in.
Well, fuck me, Chris is popular here.
“No, I’m good,” I say, nodding, turning up my lips.
“Right,” Barmaid says, nodding, walking across the room.
I look at her ass; of fuckingcourse, I’m a hot-blooded male, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to act on it.
Fuck no!
