Unknown Territory [Mafioso Book#3] (SAMPLE)

Chapter IX: Monogamy

Salvatore entered their bedroom at 9:30 p.m., thinking to find Nicole working on something, but instead, he found her dressed in a golden sequence bustier crop top with a high-waisted leather skirt, leaning over her vanity to apply her make up. 

"Going somewhere?"

"We're going out to a club," Nicole informed, applying on her mascara. 

"Who is we?" Salvatore pulled off his blazer and the button up beneath, having decided on a suit and lay it out on the bench. 

"Just a couple of people from work," She stepped away from the mirror, looking at the golden shimmer eye makeup and red lipstick. "Want to join?"

"No, I have work," Her husband shook his head before making his way into the washroom to shower. 

"Of course you do," Nicole found herself muttering under breath as she sat down to pull on her heels. 

She fixed her appearance in the mirror, gently ruffling her hair to add more volume before grabbing her clutch, ensuring to have her phone with her. Walking towards the washroom, she knocked on the door, wanting to inform Salvatore that she was leaving. 

"Yeah?" He called from inside. 

"I'm leaving!" She exclaimed from the other side. 

"OK," 

Making her way out the room, she ruffled Persephone's fur before stepping out. Taking the Range Rover, she told her guards that she needed to pick up a few friends before they would go to the club. 

Once they picked up her friends and arrived at the club and waited for the two boys to arrive. It was a group of four: two boys and two girls, along with Nicole's guards which her friends learned not to ask about.  Eventually, they found themselves standing in the long and congested line, Arlo behind Nicole as she was typing on her phone, informing her father that she was out and would call him tomorrow morning. She had been so engrossed on the screen that people calling out in indignation had her jump and look up. 

"What? What happened?" She looked up at the disbelief and infuriation on people's faces, having missed whatever got them so prickly. 

"Some asshole just walked past the line and the bouncers let him in without a glance," Alro bristled. "And he had a group of four other guys with him," 

"Damn," 

It took some while for them to get in, but they knew they were nearing the entrance when the bass music bled out from the opening, and finally, after a long and agonizing wait, the bouncers stamped their wrists before allowing them inside. Nicole far too excited to be going in to notice anything else. 

Two steps in and their voices were drowned out. They had to scream to be heard and the read hallway added a very exotic touch with the music thumping through them. Stepping into the club, they found themselves on a balcony with a flight of stairs leading up to VIP and a flight of stairs going down to the dance floor and bar. Her other friend grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her down, the music shattering her eardrums with an ocean of people dancing. 

Finding a place to sit, Arlo and the other guy went to get them some shots, everyone downing them before having a second round. They sat for a while, laughing and talking, but then Elisa insisted on dancing once she downed her martini. Taking hold of Lucio's hand, Nicole watched with an amused smile as she pulled him after her, the boy flushing a deep red. 

"Wanna dance?" Arlo yelled over the music.

"Sure," She nodded, momentarily catching sight of her guard bringing his wrist up to speak into the device on his sleeve.