She looked down at her clothes. Her skinny black jeans hugged her curves perfectly and a tank top accentuated her breasts but it was nowhere close to what others wore. Yet, it's all she could find in her wardrobe on such short notice. And it had to be enough.
Without much consideration she moved towards the doors, ignoring all the calls that she should go back in a line. Oh yes, she should, but she wanted to get this meeting over with and go home to Aiden, hoping that she could live with whatever Elio would do to Hunter.
"Hi," she said as she approached the bouncers. It was shy and a total failure in flirting. Not that she was even trying but surely that's what the men expected from her.
The taller man looked at her carefully, trying to decide whether to let her in. Savannah was only praying that he wouldn't ask her for ID because being twenty years old she was still underage as far as nightclubs were concerned. His scrutiny settled on the girl's cleavage for a longer period of time, making her unconformable. However, she said nothing, knowing that it might just be her way in.
The bouncer nodded towards the entrance, giving the girl permission to cross it. Savannah sighed with relief. But that wasn't yet the most difficult thing she was supposed to do that night. With a heavy heart, she paid thirty dollars at the counter. Well, with this much money spent, she really needed Elio to be there. Perhaps she should have called him but panicked each time she tried. And he might have not even picked up after what had happened with her brother. This decision was made without overanalyzing it.
The nightclub was all blue and white lights and the sort of beats that revved up people. For a very good reason. That intoxicating primal need for others to move and experience joy as one, separate and joined, that's what could be felt all around. It was all new to Savannah. She had never been to such a place. Her experiences ended with stupid house parties where people were barely able to stand, let alone dance from intoxication. Not that here everyone was simply enjoying the music and acting all nice. Not at all, however, the dance floor was packed and the club was almost only wall-to-wall. The pole dancers moved on their platforms while one of them was dancing on the main stage.
Savannah couldn't imagine ever having a job like that. Or even being a waitress in this place. It was too much for her. Not to mention that getting a job in here would most likely be extremely hard and not possible for her.
She looked around trying to single out the person she was looking for. However, it was futile. She walked up a few stairs that led to the second floor, trying very hard not to be rammed into anyone or fall down. That would be tragic.
"Are you looking for me?" she heard someone speaking really close to her ear. She could feel a hot breath on her neck.
At once, she turned around, meeting some older man standing there, smiling at her. Savannah immediately pulled away, shaking her head.
"Maybe I can help," he continued.
"Maybe you can explain why you are harassing one of the employees to the owner," someone answered.
A dark-haired girl came up to them, carrying a tray with empty champagne glasses. Her eyes settled on the man with an eloquent gesture, pointing at the booths near the stage. Whoever she was showing, the creepy man instantly widened his eyes, apologized and went back to the dance floor.
Savannah breathed out, thankful that someone helped her. "Thank you," she said to the waitress.
"You're welcome. There are quite a few of such creeps around here. If you want them to back off most of the time mentioning that you work here will be enough. Unless people don't know who the club belongs to." she indicated with a warm smile. "Do you need anything? I'm not surprised you were approached by that dude. You looked kind of lost."
The girl nodded, hopeful that as an employee she will point to where Elio might be. "Can you tell me where I can find Elio Conte?"
Shock and surprise mixed on the waitress' face, making Savannah feel uncomfortable. She definitely scrutinized her just like the bouncer had before. It wasn't hard to realize that. No girl was looking for Elio for no reason. And more often than not this reason was sexual.
Not this time.
"Come with me," the waitress addresses her, taking her hand so that she wouldn't get lost in the crowd. They moved towards the stage and only stopped at the edge of the dance floor before the girl pointed to one of the booths in the far back. "He is there," she added.
There were three men in the booth. Looking at them, Savannah's stomach tied into a knot realizing that it wouldn't just be the two of them. She, of course, heard that Elio had a twin which is why she didn’t freak out seeing two really similar looking guys. If it wasn't for the difference in their clothes, she wouldn't recognize who was who. But it was the third guy who somehow made her the most scared to come up. Blond hair and the hardened expression flashing across his face brought even more fear into Savannah's decision.
Would it be wrong to assume that it was the Las Vegas Famiglia's Capo? And here she was about to spill out secrets that might as well bound her for eternity in hell. Her heart picked up its pace and that
