"Yes, well, unless you move your ass and start working, you will have to settle for our father’s leftovers,"saidFabrowithoutaworryofhowbadlyithadactuallysounded. Hewasthestuck-up one. There rarely was a moment when he cared about someone else other than himself. Even his twin brother. They spent a lot of time together but Noah never got the feeling that they cared about each other like siblings or families did, the way he and Flavio always had. It was a cold kind of relationship between them.
Elio frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I saw them talking earlier. It looked like he was about to drag her to his office any minute. She didn’t seem that interested but we all know that no fucking woman working in this club would ever say ’no’ to him just because he owns the place," he said and Noah found a new object of his anger. Even though Inéz was supposed to catch Gastone’s attention, he fucking hated it. His expression remained stone-cold however.
"She might be different if what you said about her is true," said Isaac, shrugging. "If she is the prude type, then I don’t believe she would go for anyone just like that. Let alone someone much older." He probably stated all that with conviction, as he knew Inéz enough to believe those words.
Fabro took a sip of whiskey, nodding. "Maybe under normal circumstances. But she came here desperate for money. If it was just another rich girl like Amanda who is just looking for a thrill, then that would be possible. Layla will not allow herself to get fired just like that if she is broke. That means she will do whatever necessary to keep the job."
"Why so irritated Noah?" asked Elio, changing the subject as he saw his Capo’s bad mood. He didn’t know that Falcone was trying his hardest to actually control himself and not kill the twins and go in search of his Capodecina to do the same. Because of this, he preferred to keep silent.
Flavio frowned. "He probably just needs to get laid."
It was true, and the only person who would satisfy him right then would be Inéz herself.
CHAPTER 21
Inéz was in the changing room, looking at the clothes on the rack. She was supposed to choose one outfit. Usually, she didn’t take such a long time to decide what to wear, but seeing as none of the options was her style, she wasn’t sure what to settle for. The day before yesterday she’d had a white suit on, which perfectly contrasted with her dusky complexion and long dark hair. However, it was way too revealing for her taste. Now she was set on finding something more up her alley.
With a long sigh, she returned to searching. Most dancers were already dressed and doing their make-up or waiting for the club to open to get to business. They didn’t think that much about clothes and grabbed the first option that caught their attention. Some of them Inéz had already met and, to her surprise, liked. They enjoyed talking about girly things more than she did, but they weren’t annoying. At least not enough to anger the girl.
The door to the room swung open and Alberto walked in. His eyes were stone cold and clearly bored as he moved his gaze, settling it on Inéz. Seeing as she was the only one not dressed already, he growled but didn’t say a word about it. Amanda sneaked in from behind him, getting into the changing room in her red one piece. There was only a thin line of material covering her breasts and bottom, while everything else was lace and see-through. She hadbeen there since the afternoon, training. From what the girl had found out - Amanda was one of the most liked as far as the men in charge of the club were concerned. She spent a lot of time with the twins especially, as if they were friends to some weird extent. She smiled to Inéz, coming up to her.
"Here’s the order of today’s performances. Get acquainted with it," said Alberto putting down a piece of paper. "Layla, when you’re ready get to the office. The boss wants to talk to you," he added matter-of-factly and left.
"You’re getting around, girl." joked Amanda, rifling through the clothes. Inéz flashed her a curious look. The woman was already dressed for the night. "I’m helping you," she pointed out.
A whine escaped her lips. "Can you find something more modest?"
Amanda chuckled. "No wonder Elio said that you would get this job even if you couldn’t dance."
She frowned at the words. "What do you mean? I think I didn’t do that badly, did I?"
"You did amazing really. There’s a lot of potentials. What I meant is that even though you can dance, you would get this job just because of the way you carry yourself," she began, ransacking the rack at the same time. "There are not many girls like you that decide to become pole dancers. You seem so innocent and out of your comfort zone here. Elio saw that, his father too. Hell, everyone can see it."
"I thought it was a minus as far as the job was concerned."
"Depends on the people. Those men out there are predators. They like women who can hold their own with them without, of course, talking back. Nonetheless, from time to time they enjoy therefreshing sight ofa girl who doesn’t really belong in their world," Amanda explained and held up a one-piece burgundy suit that was all covered-up besides a mesh under the breasts. It had thin straps, the suit ending with a cut-out bottom meant to outline her hips. Perhaps it was as modest as it could get.
"So you’re friends with the twins? Or are you
