Breaking Midnight (Il Paradosso Series Book One)

Chapter fifteen

"Screw you, Antonio Montanari."

I whispered that under my breath as I poured each of the drinks, placing them on the golden tray and carried it into the private room, setting the glasses down on the table.

He couldn't turn me into a whore so now, as a form of repayment, he was working my ass around the clock until my feet were sore.

The two girls looked to be about the same age as I was, even younger. Their eyes lit up upon noticing the drinks and immediately picked them up, bringing them to their lips.

Niccolo eyed me with precaution when I sat down beside them, faking a smile while they downed the liquor.

I waited for them to finish and collected the empty glasses. Making my way to the secluded bar, I dropped them onto the counter. The bartender filled two more up and I proceeded to shift from one foot to the other.

The girls were dancing when I returned to the room. One of them was being groped by a gentleman, which she didn't seem to notice as she continued to sway her hips against his wandering hand.

I felt the bile rise to my throat and pushed it down with a gulp. They were having a good time, oblivious of the fact that they would be laying in a fifty-something year old stranger’s bed the next morning.

My eyes squinted and then widened at the realization. I knew these girls. Despite their change in hair color, there was no doubt in my mind that they were the same girls who’d lured my friends and I into this same club, a year ago.

I placed down the drinks, watching them giggle against each other. The older men were sizing them up from head-to-toe while licking their lips.

Barf.

The one with a slimmer figure but boobs that could strangle these ancient fossils to dust leaned on one of the men's shoulders and he brushed his face against her breasts, burying it between them.

Double barf.

Niccolo must have taken note of the disgusted look on my face when he slammed his tumbler on the table, catching my attention. I diverted my eyes to the direction of the sound to see him glaring at me. Straightening my posture, I strutted in my heels and stood at his side with a tantalizing smile.

I may or may not have snuck in a few shots during my shift and now I was feeling quite courageous.

"What can I get for you, Mr. Montanari?"

His eyes perused the length of my legs, starting from the knees and upwards, the green pigment enhancing a shade darker. This was my cue to backtrack on my sarcasm but instead a tiny laugh bubbled up my throat, barely concealing itself.

"Bring me another Amaretto, and while you're at it, wipe that fucking smile off your face."

Kiss my ass, frat boy.

I ordered his Amaretto, mimicking his gesture by slamming it down on the table, spilling some of it over. He stood slowly, nostrils flaring.  

"Bring another for me." Antonio’s smooth tone terminated my near death experience as he occupied the seat across from him, his attention turning slightly to the two girls on the older men's laps. "And a double for my brother, as a reward for his patience."

His eyes left the group of four to meet mine, giving me a deadly stare that spoke more than a thousand words.

I was going back and forth with the tray, carrying full drinks and bringing back empty glasses until my feet started to burn from the stupendously high-heels I was wearing. As much as I loved them, I also hated the way they made my toes ache after being on my feet for hours.