leading her into the back through the changing room’s doors. There were two girls sitting and talking. Neither of them was in anything but their dance clothes, which was a polite way of saying that they only had their underwear and bras on.

It would take some getting used to. Going from spending a lot of time with her male friends, to actually having to communicate and get friendly with women wouldn’t be an easy task. She was nice enough to get along with anyone really when she put her mind to it but never before had she spent time with actual nightclub dancers. It was an entirely different company than she had kept in high school. That much was certain.

The women quieted down upon seeing Elio come in. He sent them a flirty smile and walked up to the far end of the room, stopping at the lockers. He pointed at the last one on the left. "This one is yours, however, I don’t give a fuck where you leave your things. We’re not in kindergarten, but I was told to show you for some fucking reason."

He shook his head towards the racks full of clothes and the vanity tables. "You choose whatever you want and do your own makeup. But I warn you that in spite of how hot you looked yesterday you have to put darker makeup on. You’re supposed to stand out so that people can admire you."

Inéz held back a scowl. She wasn’t one for wearing heavy make-up. She preferred it easy, quick and natural. Next, they walked out to the main dance floor area again.

"You will work six days a week. Alberto is going to send you the schedule. The club is open from ten-thirty till four so it’s not that long of a shift, really. You will be paid thirty dollars per hour. Of course, you’re expected to perform one dance on the main stage each night. It will give you an additional one hundred dollars. Try your best not to do the same routine each night, doll." he explained. "You dance on platforms unless Alberto tells you otherwise. You can order drinks on the house but watch your alcohol intake. It goes without saying that you can’t get drunk."

"That won’t be a problem. I don’t drink alcohol," she said but regretted the words. Saying them made her sound like a prude and wasn’t at all a good move to get her to keep her job.

Elio frowned. "You’re really going to feel out of place here, doll. Still can’t quite figure out how you even took up pole dancing."

Well, that one is easy. Noah Falcone, who is your Capo and now mine too, made me do it. You know, because he wants to destroy your father. No big deal.

Those words were on the tip of her lips but thankfully her self-preservation instinct hadn’t abandoned her yet. With some last information, she was on her way home a few minutes later. She was to start tomorrow, on a Sunday, and Monday would be her day off each week.

CHAPTER 20

"If Elio knows anything about his father’s affairs, he hides it well," said Flavio, coming into the gym where Noah had been training with Isaac and Drew. There was no one else as the Capo had closed it for his peace of mind. It was already after ten in the evening and they’d been there for two hours.

"We will see. I don’t trust him right now, however, without evidence I can’t do anything about it. And I’m quite familiar with fathers not including their children into their plans." Noah pushed his boxing gloves to the side and wiped his forehead with a towel.

Flavio shrugged. "Perhaps you could use Inéz to find out."

The Capo looked at him confused. "Why would I? If you’re right and he doesn’t know shit then it will all be for nothing."

The mere thought of the guy putting his hands on Inéz was enough to make his blood boil.

"Why would you even suggest this?"

"Inéz was in the club yesterday. Alberto didn’t come so Elio was supposed to show her around. He seemed quite interested in her."

Drew and Isaac came up to the guys. "Interested runs in the Famigliacircles. Men are always interested as far as women are concerned," pointed out Drew.

He was right. There weren’t many Made Men who said no when a woman was involved. Ofcourse, some mobsters were faithful to their families as well.

"Alright, I didn’t make myself clear. Saying that he would bang her anywhere, anytime was more akin to his actual words. There was more but I didn’t care enough to listen."

Noah was on edge. He put on a shirt and grabbed his holster and car keys.

"Not a people person, Noah?" asked Isaac, seeing the jealousy on his boss’ face. It was the first time he seemed to care enough about what Inéz needed to do to complete her task.

The Capo turned around, smirking. "Nonsense, I love people. On their knees, bleeding out in front of me, but still. Wouldn’t mind seeing Elio in that position tonight." With that, he left the gym. All three quickly joined him in the parking lot.

"Don’t make me regret saying it, brother," drawled Flavio, getting a hold of the older sibling. "It was your decision to put her through this. Now it’s up to Inéz to do whatever she feels necessary to find out all the secrets. She’s smart and if she thinks it’s better to go after one of the twins, you will stay out of it."

That didn’t sit well with Noah. He was supposed to protect her and hoped that the girl was intelligent enough to make his Capodecinatalk before she had to go further than she wanted to. He didn’t believe for one second that she would be interested in pursuing one of the twins, let alone Gastone. Flavio might have been friends with them and wished for them not to be involved in their father’s business, but Noah

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