Page 86 of Flawed

I study my reflection in the mirror.

It'll all be over tonight.

One more night of debauchery.

The sex club is a unique place. Anything you're looking for, you can find. It's also one of the places I hate the most.

There are so many different types of women there. But they're always associated with a family. Often, you never know which family they're with, which can create issues.

After being with Chanel, I learned that I need to stay far away from women. If I have sex, it's a one-nighter. I never go back for seconds, nor do I ever take them to my place. It's either at the sex club, in a vehicle, or in a hotel. And I never stay the night.

The only women I've fucked over the last ten years are Abruzzo women. They're the only safe ones. I never take advantage of the women from the whorehouses though. I stick to the friends of the wives and girlfriends. They're the safest, it's consensual, and they're an arm's length away from Jacopo.

It hasn't eliminated my conquests from trying to get more when they see me next, but I always turn them down. I'm a dick to them. It's the only way to not get close to anyone.

It's another thing I've learned to despise about myself.

And God forbid a woman smells like Chanel's strawberry shampoo. It's been ten years, and I still haven't forgotten her. Whenever a woman sits on my lap and whispers things in my ear, I play along like I'm enjoying it. But it makes me wonder what my stellina is doing and who she's with.

Is she married?

Does she have an army of kids?

Does she ever think about me?

Normally, if I could get out of going to the sex club and never return, I would—but not tonight. Right now, I'm actually looking forward to it. Because while it may be Jacopo's birthday, this is the last birthday he's ever going to have.

I finish getting ready and grab the Gran Habano No. 5 cigars I bought for his gift. I had to pay over $100,000 for the box. It's the most expensive cigar on the planet. But you don't go to Jacopo's birthday and not give him something extremely expensive.

I have my driver drop me off at the club, and then I make my way through security and the main downstairs area.

The scene looks like it always does. The dim lights create a sexy atmosphere. Music plays, and the dance floor is already starting to get full. Oversized beds are strewn in the middle of the room to encourage orgies. Tables for viewing surround the mattresses. Different sitting areas and multiple bars are everywhere.

Many women are already naked. Women are fucking women. Men are fucking women. The only thing not happening in the main area is men fucking men. Observers intently watch. Some are getting themselves off while others just study the scene. But what goes on down here isn't anything compared to what happens in the VIP suites or private rooms.

I stay toward the edge of the room, taking the staircase to the fourth floor and get past the security guard. I pass the Marino suite, and Dante and I lock eyes. I continue toward the Abruzzo suite. Gianni's in the hallway, entertaining several women in a sitting area. He's in a perfect position to watch who goes to the bathroom. He pins his dark eyes on me, and it's all I need to know.

The Marino twins are ready.

For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling positive I'm finally going to kill Jacopo. I happily enter the Abruzzo suite, scanning the room. Jacopo's already pretty hammered with his son Biagio.

I approach them, and Jacopo shouts, "Luca, it's about time you showed up!"

I shake the box of cigars at him. "These weren't the easiest to find. They just arrived. Thought you'd forgive me." I hand the box to him.

I refrain from shifting on my feet. You never know how Jacopo will respond to things. He opens the box, takes a cigar out, and sniffs it. Then he states, "Well, I guess I'll give you a pass."

Relief hits me. He's in a good mood. It's another sign that tonight is the perfect night.

"Can I get you another drink?" I ask, then pick up the bottle of scotch and pour him another shot.

He takes it. I hand shots to Biagio and several of his men as well. I take one with them then pour myself a tumbler. I still don't really care to drink. But it's one of those things I have to do.

"Excuse me. There's a woman I saw outside I need to find." I wink at Jacopo.

He grunts and waves me off.

I leave the room and go to the hallway, where a group of younger Abruzzo women are seated. A new girl gives me doe eyes. I don't know who she is. I don't really care, but she makes the perfect decoy.

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