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Sadie Sorento and Brandon Avenetti were destined to be together. Their families were already planning the wedding of the Italian mafia prince and princess long before the pair had even star...
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When the car pulls up to the bar, I can see it's already crawling with drunk idiots—locals and tourists alike. As much as I hate the mass of people who flock here every summer, I can't say too much because we make a pretty penny off of them. Unlike the locals, they're willing to pay just about any price for a good time and, over the last few years, Brodo has gotten the repetition of providing that.
Tonight, though, I was looking for a little peace and quiet and it didn't look like I was going to find that here.
Today sucked. There's no better way to put it. After a second audit of our warehouse, Herrera extended the cease and desist order, claiming that me being two minutes late to our meeting hindered his inspection. It would be another few weeks before he could find time for us on his schedule again, and we were shit out of luck until then. Considering how much time he's been spending harassing us, I can't imagine what else he could possibly be working on and have a hunch it's just another method of stalling.
I have bigger things to worry about than Herrera, especially if he's just going to slap a bunch of silly violations on us instead of something worthwhile that could actually shut us down. The problem is, he doesn't have the balls to do it. He's so disgustingly passive aggressive that he's going to tie me up for weeks while he plays games, desperate to make a name for himself. At this rate, I'll be dead before he actually digs up anything substantial.
"You like the dress? I bought it, especially for you." Cass intertwines her fingers in mine, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"It's great." To be fair, I couldn't tell her how it was any different than the skimpy outfit she wore last week, but I don't think that's what she wants to hear.
With bleached blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a pair of tits as fake as she is, Cass is pretty, but we've got absolutely zero connection beyond a dwindling physical attraction. The only reason she's even still around is because she knows how to leave. We've fucked a handful of times, and each morning after, she quickly collects her things and disappears until I call again.
I'm not exactly proud of the arrangement we've got going on, but I've been upfront with her that I'm looking for something deeper. My heart hardened a longtime ago.
Tonight, I need Cass to take my mind off of everything. Cass, and a bottle of my brother's best whiskey.
The car drops us off at the front, and Cass and I head in. The hostess recognizes us, and leads us toward the roped off VIP area in the back. It doesn't take much to get back here, but at least it's somewhat less crowded than the rest of the club. Jav and a few of the other guys are already there, but there's no sign of Alex. I'm not sure when I'll actually see him since he's still covering for a missing bartender. Amber's last shift was last week and he still hasn't filled the spot.
"Hey man." I slap Jav's hand and pull him into a hug.
"How'd it go today?" He asks, not even asking if I want a drink as he pours me a glass. Cass turns her nose up at the whiskey and makes a beeline for the champagne being served a few tables over.
