Chapter 29
Lola
She’d just finished laughing at Dom’s terrible attempt at a Quenya pickup line when Gino suddenly smacked his forehead.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I forgot something.”
He dug into his jacket, pulled out a thick envelope, and slapped it on the table in front of her. “Your $34,000.”
Everyone turned.
Lola blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Your roulette winnings,” he said, grinning. “You left it with me, remember?”
She looked down at the envelope. Thick. Real. Slightly terrifying.
That is a lot of money, and he really did just hand this to me. Team bonding devilish smirk mwahahaha.
‘She paused.
Looked around. Smiled.
And then:
“We’re going to a strip club.”
Silence.
Gino blinked. “What now?”
She stood–grabbing the envelope and tucking it into her bag like it was a divine offering.
“I’ve always believed in supporting local artists,” she said, straight–faced. “And let’s be honest–throwing money at strippers? That’s basically community service.”
Marco spit out his drink.
Dom fist–pumped the air.
Nico just laughed and muttered, “Oh fuck, she’s serious.”
Hell yes I am. Let’s see what these boys are made of.
Lola turned to Enzo, deadpan.
“We’re funding glitter and dreams tonight, fiancé. I expect full support.”
Just going to go ahead and call this plan to make this man’s life more difficult is a success. Check.
Enzo… just stared at her like she’d spoken straight into his DNA. Of course they were going to a strip club.
How could they not?
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The limo ride was loud and unhinged.
Dom almost fell out the door.”
Gino was trying to freestyle about glitter and civic responsibility.
And Lola?
Lola was thriving.
I should not have brought them out in public. We are going to end up killing each other. It’ll be fun and a fun story in two days but tomorrow is going to be hell. Good thing I have an entire day of tattooing ahead of me.
Thirty–four grand in her bag, drunk off rooftop martinis and adrenaline, wearing the kind of outfit that
By the time they walked into Treasures, she was grinning like the chaos fairy godmother of strippers everywhere.
“VIP booth,” Enzo told the bouncer, hand resting low on her back.
His voice wasn’t loud.
Didn’t have to be.
The man nodded like he knew better than to ask questions. A pair of hosts swept the crew away toward the velvet ropes.
Mmm that’s hot. Didn’t realize how much I enjoy watching a man of this caliber flex so effortlessly. New kink? Absolutely. I want to see him in a suit in an office room.
But Lola?
Nature called. Loudly. Booze went straight to the bladder.
“You good?” Enzo asked, eyes scanning the crowd.
She smirked and gave his shirt a little tug. “You’re in a mafia suit with bone structure that could kill. I’ll be two minutes. Try not to start a war before I get back.”
These girls are hot, definitely going to send some to the table on the way back.
The bathroom was chaos, glitter, and citrus–scented lies. She handled her business, fixed her lipstick, and headed back out, still adjusting her dress-
Eyes that had seen too much and learned too little.
He wasn’t drunk. He was watching. Too close.
“You Enzo Marchesi’s girl?” he asked, blocking her path.
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She blinked once. “Excuse me?”
He stepped in. Closer than anyone who valued his bones should have. “Saw you pull him in here. Cute. Bold.”
She shifted her weight, gaze flicking left. The hallway had narrowed. No exit but past him.
He leaned in, arm out to his side keeping Lola from walking forward, “Let’s take a walk. Just a little chat. My boss is very curious about you.”
Lola smiled.
This motherfucker is trying to ruin our team bonding. NOT UP IN HERE. NOT UP IN HERE!
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