His Entertainer

Chapter 2

     HERMANN RODRIGUEZ POV.

I entered through the back, the elevator doors swallowing me, my two bodyguards flanking me, and Norman Fernando, my best man and step-cousin, bringing up the rear.  This month had been brutal, a maelstrom of chaos in the Invisible Mafia.  If Norman hadn’t insisted on this “mind-refreshing” trip to the club, I swear I would have torn someone apart.  Genevieve had also mentioned a new girl, which provided additional incentive for my visit.

We were ushered into the VIP room, my usual sanctuary. Carlie, ever attentive, appeared with a glass of vodka.  How did she know I needed this? A small, grateful nod was my only acknowledgment.

I looked down at the throng of people below, a sea of faces that seemed to blur into one meat-obsessed entity.

"Where's Eve?" Norman asked, his voice casual.  My gaze locked onto his, icy and warning. Genevieve was more like a sister than an employee, and I wasn't going to tolerate any of Norman's usual jokes.

"Back off, Norman," I said, my voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "One more word about Genevieve, and I'll cut your dick off."

He grinned, unfazed. "Whoa, someone's a little on edge tonight."  His casual demeanor grated on my nerves.

The door opened, and a blonde woman entered with Carlie.  She was undeniably attractive—slim waist, ample curves, flawless skin.  Her lips were full, her eyes bright with a predatory gleam.  She saw me, and a smile played on her lips.  I remained impassive; I rarely showed emotion around women.

"Hey there," she purred, her gaze fixed on me.  "Norman, excuse us," I commanded, my tone brooking no argument.

"Yes, sir," Norman replied promptly.

She settled onto my lap, her body molding against mine. I took a sip of my vodka, then offered it to her. She accepted it without hesitation.  I buried my face in her hair, pressing small kisses to her neck, my hand cupping her breast.  A soft moan escaped her lips as I gently pinched her nipple.

Genevieve's voice, announcing the new dancers, broke through my sensual reverie.  I turned toward the stage, the shifting lights making it hard to focus.  Then, the music started, the lights focused, and I saw her.

I'd never seen anyone so captivating. She completely stole my attention. She was exquisite; a perfect blend of innocence and allure with a perfect body and a hauntingly beautiful face.  She moved with a raw, untamed energy, her body a blur of motion against the pole.  Her eyes were closed, as if shielding herself from the harsh realities of the world.  In that moment, a primal urge consumed me.  I wanted her.

The blonde woman on my lap spoke softly, her voice laced with concern.  "Hermann..."

"Sorry, sweetheart," I said, my voice devoid of emotion.  "It was fun, but I have to move on." I could see the shift in her expression, from desire to a flicker of hurt curiosity, but I didn't give her a chance to protest.

I called one of my bodyguards.  "Dog, take care of her."  The blonde's eyes widened in confusion, but before she could speak, I was already on my phone.

I dialed Genevieve's number.  It rang a few times before she answered.

"Yes, Signore?"