Chapter 34 What Is Mine!
LORENZO
An Hour Ago.
“Capo!” Fabio opened the door to the adjoining office and called out from where he stood.
“What is it, Fabio?” I asked, irritated, glancing at the curious faces in the office before meeting his gaze.
“Capo, you need to see this.” The urgency in his voice was what saved him from the anger of interrupting me, knowing how important this meeting was; fortunately for him, we had just concluded it.
With the last word that I would see them at my wedding, I dismissed the men who had traveled from different states to come here.
I nodded to Luca to see them out as I followed Fabio, who was now seated right in front of the large screen showing different CCTV footage from the new underground club I've acquired.
The underground club is a popular attraction for people looking for a wild night. Drink, fuck, and hook up. The club P-TRAP was especially known for its beautiful girls and backrooms, where everything goes as long as you are willing to empty your pockets.
It was my second time coming here since I bought it. Unlike Emilio, the man I'd entrusted this club to is smart enough not to cross me, and I'd made sure he saw how I ended Emilio's miserable life.
I came here to see for myself how the business was going and to attend a meeting with some of my underbosses, which was underway when Fabio called my name.
“There, did you see her?” Fabio said, biting his lip nervously. For a while, I couldn't believe that my eyes weren't deceiving me, but the longer I stared, the more sure I was that it was her.
There's no doubt about it.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I bark, glaring at the screen. As I watch my reluctant fiancée, currently sitting in front of the bar with her cousin, Christina.
Both are dressed in short, revealing dresses that would have them grounded by their fathers for life. And those wigs? Ridiculous, did the foolish girls think no one would recognize them?
I certainly have, probably because I've ingrained every single inch of Sancia’s facial features in my head. I glared at the screen as though it were my most hated enemy.
Her cousin Tina must have been the one to drag her here. That girl needs a firm hand; I've always known she was trouble. Since she helped Sancia meet up with that idiot and now this.
But then my little tigress is no saint, who's to say she wasn't the one who decided to come here?
“What is going on?” Luca asked, looking at the screen, he quickly glanced at me.
“Is that Sancia?” he asked incredulously; of course, it's a rhetorical question.
“Should I go bring her up?” he asked, seeing the rage in my eyes. I shake my head.
“No, send Gino. He's to find out why she's here without approaching her.” I was sure that whatever it was she came here to do was not good. She's deliberately being defiant and acting out.
To say I was enraged at that moment was an understatement. My blood was boiling watching one drunk man after another hitting on her. Eye-fucking her with hungry lustful eyes.
“Okay,” he said before striding out. I watched, clenching my fist as yet another idiot approached her and she turned him down.
I could see Gino, sitting opposite them near the bar with one of the girls who worked here on his legs, pretending he was just another customer for fun.
One thing I pride myself on is my patience, but as I waited for Gino to come back and tell me everything he'd found out about why my fiancée is here looking so sexy.
I felt like my patience was being tested, and I was so close to storming down there and demanding what the fuck she was thinking by coming here when he came through the door.
“Well, what did you find out?” I asked impatiently.
“Boss…I?” Gino started hesitantly. Looking nervous as fuck.
“Cat got your tongue or what, fucking spit it out!” I spat.
“Fuck!” Luca and Fabio swore their eyes on the screen. I glance at the camera feed with narrowed eyes, and my face turns dark with rage. She's fucking going to the backrooms; everyone knows what goes on in these rooms.
I glare at Gino, who instantly starts talking, knowing what that dark look translates to. I didn't think I could get any angrier, but hearing what Sancia had come here for sparked a whole new fury inside me.
When I came downstairs looking for the stubborn, infuriating little witch, I was beyond pissed. It fucking enrages me that she's willing to give a total stranger what is mine just to spite me.
The stubborn witch would do anything to defy me; her hate for me ran deeper than I thought, probably because I ruined their plans and shot that stupid fuck.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't rein in my anger. The darkness was at the forefront, and I was sure I was going to spank Sancia’s luscious ass raw until she couldn't walk straight, then I'm going to drag her back to her father and have her locked up until the day we say our vows.
But the second I open the door to the little alcove, our clients have named the backrooms.
I find only the blonde idiot she was dancing with earlier waiting for her, the dumb fucker was so eager that he couldn't wait and was rubbing his dick.
Sancia, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. The water running indicated she was in the washroom; a muscle on my forehead pulsed as rage I'd never felt before almost blinded me. I feel like I might burst a blood vessel.