Chapter 3

• Lexi’s POV
• Reaching the parking garage of the apartment building I notice there are four men waiting for us to get off the elevator. They escort us to two SUV’s that are running and waiting for us. We all climb in and head towards our destination. The SUV parks right in front of the club. There is a long line that goes half way down the block. Three men get out of the SUV that followed us, and walk behind us. The bouncer manning the entrance sees Marco and lifts the velvet rope that allows admittance. The club is jumping there are laser lights going all over the dance floor. There is a stage in the back center of the room that has cages coming down from the ceiling with girls in them dancing. There is a long bar that goes all the way down the whole side of the wall. Behind the bar are mirrored shelves that hold the liquor bottles. There are rope lights along the foot rail on the outside of the bar with the bar stools. There are high top tables scattered throughout the floor while booths line the walls. Our group heads to the right where there is a private elevator going to the VIP area. Exiting we come into a hall way that goes in either direction. We go left, and pass about four doors that lead into a VIP room. We enter the last door on the hallway and instead of the door being on your left the double door entrance is in the middle of the wall. I can hear people talking but couldn’t see anyone or anything until Marco stepped out of in front of me.
• There was a wall of glass that over looked the club down stairs, 3 leather couches all lined up in front of the glass. There was a small dance floor in the center of the room and a bar on the back wall. A door that led to a private bathroom, and booths going all the wall on the sides. After taking the room in I put my attention on the people. There were five men already in the room talking. Their all-good-looking men, but one of them stood out more than the rest. Like Marco all the men were wearing a custom-tailored suit, had tanned skin, and all wore their hair slicked back. There was a bad boy vibe that each man had, but the one sitting on the middle couch had a more dominance vibe that rolled off him in waves. Marco greeted his friends “what’s up fellows? I would like for you to meet Kristen and Lexi.” Turning and pointing at the heavier set man on the right Marco started to name off the men one by one. Matto, Angelo, my boss Luca, Enzo and Lorenzo.” I made eye contact with each man when he said their name, and said “hello” to each one. “Now that the introductions are over let’s have a drink,” Enzo yelled while jumping to his feet and clapping his hands. Marco guides Kristen over to the last couch to sit on and I follow them. “What would you ladies like to drink?” Enzo asks us from behind the bar. “Penetrator” I hollered back. Enzo eyes met mine and I could see lust swirling around in his gaze. I quickly added “it’s chilled vodka, with sugar on the rim, and a lemon on the side. You want me to come help you make the shots?” He responded “I won’t turn down some help especially from a pretty lady such as yourself!”
• I raised up off the couch and sauntered my way over to the bar to help Enzo. “So, what all are we making,” I asked him? “We need twelve shots of Sambuca, and four Penetrators,” he answered me while stepping back to let me take over. Gathering up the shaker bottle and filling it with ice I grab the bottle of Sambuca and vodka and make our drinks. Spotting a tray under the bar I grab it and start loading it. I glance up at him and motion for him to go first while saying “after you.” He gives me a shit eating grin while winking at me and takes the lead. I follow closely behind him. I pass out the drinks to everyone then take my seat back beside Kristen. Marco raises his shot and makes a toast “to old and new friends.” He is staring directly at Kristen. I can see the love he has for her in his eyes. We all down the drinks, I jump up and collect all the empty glasses and walk them back to the bar. Enzo follows me and we start talking. “Where are you from?” He asks me. “Lacey’s Springs Alabama, you wouldn’t have ever heard of it. It’s a little bitty town we have a single caution light and only one restaurant. Other than that, there’s nothing but fields, farms, and houses.” I tell him. “Really that small huh? How did you meet Kristen?” He responds back to me. “She moved to town a couple years back, and we instantly became friends. Have you always lived in New York City?” I answered. Right when Enzo opened his mouth to respond, Luca hollered out “more shots.”
• Enzo got up on his feet and ambled his way to the bar. I was deep in a conversation with Kristen until I heard, “hey beautiful aren’t you going to come help again?” I answered him “yeah I’m coming,” as I raised up off the couch. I made quick work of making the shots and passing them out to everyone. As soon as the shots were finished, I automatically start cleaning up the glasses and carrying them to the sink. Wiping down the bar I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I see the biggest man in my live enter the room. He bends down and whispers something in Luca’s ear. Luca gives a subtle nod of his head which must have been a signal because the next thing I know big dude goes and opens the door to our VIP room and three hotties walk in. Taking in their appearance I could tell that they all were wearing tailor made suits. The man in the middle stood out from the other two, not only because he was taller, but the way he carried himself. There is a bad boy dangerous type of vibe coming from him. He locks eyes with me and I give him a smile then instantly advert my eyes back to my task. Luca is the one to break the silence in the room, “Gregor, your earlier than I expected.” After hearing Luca address the middle man, I knew he was in charge. I start wondering what type of work these men did. I’m going to ask as soon as I get Kristen alone again. Luca looks over at Enzo gives the order for drinks for everyone. Being that I use to tend bar back home I enjoy mixing drinks so I go ahead and mix our groups shots, and when Enzo walks back to where I am I ask him what the others drink. “Chilled Vodka always,” he responded.