Only One Night - Dani Rene Page 0,3

make our way toward the bar.

“Does it have anything to do with that blonde you were with the other day?” I ask, remembering the beauty that was hanging off his arm. Her fake tits put me off, but there was something about her lips that had me envious of my best friend. He did offer a threesome, but I felt it was time for me to leave when her friends appeared. A group of gaggling drunk women is not my idea of fun. I may like them intoxicated, but they need to have their wits about them. Sensual, hot, and feisty.

The music slams into me as we walk through the double doors of the bar. It’s not loud, but the song is jazzy. Something I can picture a beautiful body sliding around a pole to.

I need to get laid.

The place is elegant, sexy, and I’m sure there’s a lot more that goes on in here than drinks being served. When we reach the bar, I notice the man sitting in the corner, his gaze roaming over the area, and I recognize him immediately. The well-known criminal mastermind, Alessio Russo.

“Gentleman,” he offers a greeting. His Italian heritage evident in the tanned skin, hazel eyes, and accent. “I trust you’ll enjoy your visit. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” I respond.

“What can I get you to drink?” A beautiful, busty brunette sidles up to us. She is indeed topless, and I can’t help staring at her beautiful tits.

“I’ll have three fingers of Macallan, twelve-year-old,” I tell her, meeting green eyes that dart between my best friend and me. She nods and peeks over at Dom, who orders his signature bourbon.

As soon as our waitress disappears, another stunning brunette strolls up – no — stalks up to us clad in a sheer, red dress that hangs to her ankles. Underneath, she’s wearing a pair of panties that could be ripped off with my teeth. Her bra is just as tiny, barely covering her incredible tits.

“Gentlemen.” She purrs the word like a kitten, and I picture her on her knees, lapping at my cock. “Would you like a personal tour of the club?” She runs a blood-red fingernail over the shoulder of my suit jacket. If she’s intent on taunting me, it’s working. My zipper is starting to feel very restrictive as she leans in closer. “I have a very special show for you both as new clients.”

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” I tell her. Dom and I follow her through the club. She signals our waitress, who nods.

Moving through the room, I take in the groups of men sitting around tables where girls are swaying, gyrating, and smiling down at the old fuckers who are flicking hundred-dollar bills at them.

We’re led into a circular room that has a pole in the center and plush merlot-colored sofas. There are see-through curtains hanging from the walls where red light shines through, creating warmth in the room.

The brunette turns to us and smiles. “Get comfortable, gentlemen,” she tells us while the waitress sets our drinks on the small side tables on either end of the sofas. I settle into the cushions, lifting the tumbler to my lips.

This club is owned by one of the well-known leaders of the Mafia. And being in here only sets me on edge. My past is littered with darkness—things I’ve done were questionable. Since I’ve been in America, I’ve tried to keep my nose clean. Still, being in Portland, I’ve met many wings of the Italian American Mafia.

“I’m the club manager, Alejandra. If you need anything at all, gentlemen, you’re welcome to it. I’ll leave you to enjoy the show now.” Within the darkness, only the podium is lit, and the pole is gleaming in the low light.

Lifting the glass to my lips, I take a long sip of the strong liquid. A burn trails from my tongue down my throat and warms my chest as I savor the alcohol. A much-needed drink after the long day.

I watch Alejandra walk out, her hips swaying back and forth, and my cock jolts at the sight. I’m tempted to ask for an hour alone with her. I’ve always loved women who are curvy, voluptuous, and delicious.

“I look forward to it,” I murmur under my breath, tipping my glass in a cheers gesture. Just then, the curtain opens, and two women stroll into the room. One is what I would call a tigress, and I know immediately she’s for Dominic. Her body