Chapter 32

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"Welcome don De Rossi, miss, Marchetti," a man clad in a black tux nods respectfully and leads us down a large staircase. The lighting is limited, dark red colors each of the walls and a matching maroon carpet with golden details lies on the stairs.

Aiden's arm has a tight hold around mine, our bodies touching as we make our way into what seem to be a club. A strip club.

My heart beats faster than before and a knot forms in my chest. I hate to admit it, mainly because this new, possessive side of me has been well hidden from the world, as well as myself for the past eighteen years of my life, but jealously flames through me as I watch the beautiful girls, in minimal or none clothing at all dance sensually around the shiny poles. I would never admit it aloud but I don't like the idea of Aiden seeing other girls other than me in a seductive way. Such as this one.

Though, I don't let my insecurity show. I'm sure that this isn't the first time he's at a place like this. That still doesn't mean that it doesn't bother me though. I fight the strong urge to curl my fists, despite him not looking around.

"Don't leave my side once." Aiden leans into my ear, luckily cutting my thoughts off. When I nod my head, he presses a discreet kiss behind it and leads me further into the place.

My cheeks flame and my skin shivers from the action, as I look around the club. The scent of his aroma slowly drifts away from my senses, now overtaken by the strong smell of what I assume is burnt weed and thick cologne.

Leather couches stand against the dark walls, occupied by a few men and women. They're clad much the same as us, in long, extravagant gowns and fancy suits. All of them are drinking something alcoholic I assume. Some hold conversations with their companions while others enjoy the dancers before them. They seem powerful.

Aiden stops in front of a secluded sitting area and the guard in front nods before lifting the red velvet rope around it, letting us in. Xavier sits comfortably against the leather couch while holding a friendly conversation with one of the two men he's sitting with.

He looks young, around my brother's age with Mediterranean characteristics, the other guy, who seems to be too entranced at the girl dancing on his lap to care about anything happening around him, looks like an older version of the guy my brother is talking too.

Their conversation comes to a pause when they see us walking closer to the couches they're all sitting on. "Avery, I would like you to meet, Giovanni, a good partner and friend of ours, Vanni, this is my little sister, Avery." Xav introduces. "Hello," I greet with an awkward smile and take a seat on Xavier's left.

They seem close. I'm honestly surprised I haven't met him before.

"Ciao! I have heard so much about you!" He holds his hand out for me to shake which I do. His eyes run over my body, not in a perverted kind of way, but as if he's observing me.

Aiden curls the material of my dress under his knuckles when he takes a seat on my other side, after sharing a short greeting with his friend.

"That is my cousin and second man," Giovanni points a thumb at the older looking guy. A look of disappointment and shame on his face. I nod with a tight smile trying to be polite. I'm too awkward at making conversations with new people.

"Zach went home with Tristan," Xavier tells me when he notices me looking around in confusion.

I give him a nod. Honestly, I'm not surprised they sent him home, this is definitely not a place for a seventeen year old. It's a wonder my brothers let me come here myself.

.....

We've been here for thirty minutes and the more minutes pass by the more I realise how uncomfortable all of this is making me feel. Some of the girls working here stand beside costumers, while holding some short of fancy tray containing lines of white powder, as they sniff through rolled up bills. Others showcase guns on the bar tops and tables, in a causal manner. Some of the older men are even trying to touch the workers inappropriately while they hold tight smiles to their makeup covered faces.

This was definitely not what I expected when I agreed to coming. This was definitely not what I pictured being in the mafia was like either.

I'm silently listening on the conversation the guys are having when a waitress of some sort walks up to us. "Hello, would you like something to drink?" The girl asks kindly, her big eyes looking at Xavier.

"Three whiskeys," my brother answers, his own eyes moving up and down her lingerie clad body. She's beautiful. "Four actually," Giovanni corrects his eyes looking at Hunter who just entered. His date on one side and some stripper on the other. What the actual...

To say I'm surprised to see my sweet Hunter with not one but two girls by his sides, would be an understatement. My eyes follow the three of them as they walk into the secluded area we're sitting in. Hunter greets us, distractedly, but a greeting nonetheless, before taking a seat on the couch opposite us. Candy, I think her name-or nickname- is, has gotten the face of a female dog replaced by a seductive one, her eyelids half closed and her full lips parted as she runs her sharp finger nails over Hunter's cheeks.

I decide not to gag and look at the waitress in front of me instead.

"Can I also get a strawberry margarita please?" I add with the most confident smile I can muster, earning glares from both of my brothers and Aiden. It's clear that they don't like me drinking. The brunette smiles with a nod and is about to walk away when Xavier speaks up, "maybe you could join us after?"

My eyes widen slightly at the interest he's showing while the girl blushes under the dim light. "Yeah, of course." She says, just loud enough to hear over the music.

I see Aiden shaking his head from beside me but he just avoids my eyes when I give him a curious look. Instead he settles for playing with my fingers when my brothers attention is directed elsewhere. I smile as I watch his rough fingers playing with my much smaller ones, lifting and stroking gently.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" He barely whispers in my ear. I look around, to make sure the others aren't watching while ignoring the shiver going through me. "A few times," I whisper back, not turning my head to look at him. A blush creeping up my cheeks.

Aiden lets go of my fingers and folds his hands on his lap, now joining the conversation in Italian. I really need to learn the language. Both of my parents are Italian so it's kind of weird to only know the basics.

The waitress comes back with our drinks, some while later and puts them in front of us before getting pulled on Xavier's lap. My brother looks unbothered while he continues on with his conversation. I quickly avert my eyes when the girl starts kissing up his neck. I felt like I was intruding their privacy.

My eyes fall upon the three strippers walking our way. I silently pray in my head for them not to get in here but my prayers go unnoticed when the bodyguard outside lifts the red velvet rope and lets them in.

Two of the girls are immediately grabbing onto the poles in front of us while the other stands between her back facing us as she moves her hourglass body to the beat of the music.

It suddenly feels as if I've swallowed a golf ball that's been stuck in my throat. I want to go home. And take Aiden with me.
I catch a glimpse of him and some of my worry eases when he keeps his eyes trained on Giovanni who's talking.

I don't know why I worry so much, why I get so insecure and possessive. Aiden's never shown me in the three-almost four months that we've been together, that he's disinterested in me, never made me feel as if I don't matter, as if he'd prefer other girls other than me.

I shake my new appeared thoughts off and look at the others. They have their eyes trained on the girls while leaning back. The way they have females all around them reminds me of a scene out of a mafia movie.

The irony.

The blonde girl in the middle starts walking toward the couch we're sitting on with her eyes trained on Aiden. Her wide hips and large butt swaying from side to side. I gulp and clench my jaw. He notices her eyes on him and turns his head in the girls direction.

My heart is thumping faster in my chest.

His eyes meet mine a second later. A look of confusion on them. I look down on my thighs immediately, my brothers will catch on what's going on if we keep the staring contest going.

"Want a lap dance?" I stay quiet while the girl asks in an awfully sweet tone. I see her leaning down from my peripheral vision, her oversized boobs are probably at the same level of his eyes.

"Get away from me." Aiden's harsh response has all of our heads snapping their way. I hear Xavier mumbling a 'the fuck' from beside me which I chose to ignore.

"Why?" The girl whines running her acrylic nails down Aiden's chest. I snap my head the other side when she sits herself on his lap. It's too much. Just looking at the two of them together makes me feel sick.

It doesn't matter that he's showing annoyance and disinterest, it still gives me some type of anguish to see him so close to another girl.

"I'm married," I hesitantly cut my eyes to them again. Aiden is glaring at her. "I don't see a ring on your finger..." she lifts his left hand up and traces his fingers with hers, the fingers that were on me moments ago.

"Aiden man, let her dance for you," Giovanni says from the other couch. He's the only one without a girl on him and the only one still paying attention to what's happening beside me.

"You can fucking have her." Aiden snaps with hard eyes, making the girl on top of him giggle annoyingly. I fist my fists and bite hard on my button lip.

I don't get violent thoughts often but the pleasurable images of me dragging her off of him right now has me feeling anticipation.

"Yeah, Aiden-" she purrs his name, "let her dance for you." Just the fact that she just talked about herself in third person makes me want to gag harder than I've wanted before.

The handgun is pressed against her temple before she has a chance to finish her sentence. My eyes widen, so does Giovanni's and the girl's. "Get the fuck off me." Aiden grits out before pushing her off.

Her one heel snaps making her fall on her bum. She looks around in mortification when all of our eyes are on her. The girl's sitting with the guys all giggle while her co-workers stare down at her in annoyance.

The brunette turns her head toward Aiden, her hands still gripping the pole.

"I can dance for you if you'd like sir."

.....

After the whole ordeal down at the club, the girls were all taken away by three security guards and their boss came to apologise to Aiden for their behaviour. We stayed down there for some time longer before we came back up to the ball room.

Since then, I haven't talked to Aiden. He kept sparing glances at me while holding a conversation with Giovanni and my brothers but I didn't look his way. It was egoistic of me to ignore him-is egoistic, I'm still ignoring him-but I need to put myself at bay before I do something I'll later on regret.

The picture of her on his lap is still replaying in my mind like a broken videocassette.

I'm really insecure. I know that for a fact now, it's been proved. Different scenarios of him leaving me for someone else keep playing in my brain and my heart keeps heaving a little more each time.

"Tristan looked... complicated when he left." Hunter comments as we sway softly to the music played by the orchestra. My heart drops to my butt as his words cut my thinking off. I'd rather keep having the disturbing thoughts than talk about Tristan right now.

Actually, both things are equally bad.

"Oh, did he say something?" I try to play it off. My eyes can't keep themselves on his as we dance between a hundred more people.

"No, he just said that he's going home and then Zach went with him." He shrugs his shoulders and spins me in his arms when the others do the same thing to their partners.

I internally sigh in relief and continue dancing with my brother until the song comes to an end. "Want to dance again?" I look up at him. Xavier is currently holding a conversation with Aiden and some other men and going back there will just make avoiding him harder.

"Have I ever said no to you?" Hunter shakes his head with a small smile, easing me. He always manages to calm me down and make me feel better, he's always soft with me.

"Are you and that girl dating?" I raise an eyebrow as we continue into the next song. The melody is softer and everyone changes positions so I put my arms on Hunter's shoulders while he puts his on the small of my back.

Hunter frowns in disgust, "no, she's just some girl I rented for tonight. This thing requires dates." He explains, taking a look around the ball room making me nod.

"I didn't like her," I tell him honestly making him chuckle. "You know you'll be the first one to meet my girlfriend if I get one." Hunter tells me with a soft smile and a teasing wink.

My smile doesn't flatter despite the pang of guilt hitting my chest. I need to tell him, I need to tell all of them. Before things get any messier.

"May I take over this dance?" Comes the voice of the person I've been trying to avoid for the past hour from beside us. My heart is suddenly racing, something that's been happening very often since me and the person my brother is currently looking at, got together.

"Of course," Hunter hands me over to Aiden, thinking nothing of his request. My eyes follow his figure as he walks over to the bar. We've really folded everyone.

I keep my eyes on Aiden's shinny shoes when his arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his body. Our chests touch, our breaths coming out evenly, as if we're one.

"Stop ignoring me. You know I wasn't interested in them. You were fucking there." He says, jumping right into the topic, his raspy voice demanding my attention. He doesn't get it. I keep my eyes on the floor beneath our feet and sway along his body to the music.

"I know, it's just..." I trail off quietly. Do I tell him what's really bothering me? Do I tell him that I think that this won't last? That his feelings for me won't last? That he will find someone better, someone worth of his time and heart?

As if reading my thoughts, he throws his head back in disbelief before glaring at me.

"How hard do I need to fuck you for you to fucking understand that I want you? That no one else fucking matters besides you?"

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