CHAPTER 10

The night had finally arrived. Lucas was fully healed, ankle wrapped just enough for support but completely mobile. The sun had dipped behind the Sicilian coast, and the city buzzed with life, lights reflecting across the narrow streets like glittering stars. Jamie practically vibrated with excitement as he tugged Lucas toward the sleek black car.

“Finally,” Jamie said, grin wide, freckles catching the low light. “No excuses. Tonight, we conquer the club scene. Bucket list item: check.”

Lucas gave him a small, wry smile. “I said I’d do this once. Don’t push me into… unchartered territory.”

“ My specialty,” Jamie replied, green eyes gleaming. “And tonight, you’re leting go of your uptight attitude.”

" Uptight?" 

Enzo and Matteo were already waiting by the car. Enzo, calm and protective, glanced at Lucas, his dark eyes sharp, assessing, ensuring he was steady. Matteo, sunglasses in place, smirked faintly, an unreadable glint in his dark eyes as he leaned casually against the vehicle.

“Ready?” Matteo asked, voice low, smooth, teasing.

Jamie practically leaped into the back seat. “Born ready.”

Lucas merely rolled his eyes, though a faint grin tugged at his lips.

The club was a storm of lights, bass, and movement. Jamie immediately gravitated toward the dance floor, dragging Lucas reluctantly after him. Enzo hovered nearby, ever the protective sentinel, while Matteo’s sharp gaze scanned the crowd, sunglasses reflecting the strobe lights.

It didn’t take long for Jamie’s eyes to land on him—the man he’d met the previous night, the famous model. Romeo. He looked even more striking under the club’s colored lights, tall, flawless features, dark eyes that seemed to pierce the crowd. Jamie’s heart skipped a beat.

“He’s here,” Jamie whispered to himself, excitement tinged with nerves.

Jamie didn’t hesitate. He weaved through the crowd, approaching Romeo, who raised an eyebrow in recognition.

“Well, fancy seeing you again,” Romeo said smoothly, voice confident, teasing. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”

" Umm..." Jamie looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone. 

" What? Are you scared of my brother finding out?" Romeo teased.

Jamie’s lips curved into a smirk, green eyes sparkling. “No. You’re just not my type.”

Romeo laughed, dark and musical. “ I'm everyone's type." 

" Sorry to disappoint." 

He groaned leaning closer to Jamie under the bright club lights and bodies moving in the crowd.

" I'm boredddd... lets make out for fun." Romeo whispered into his ear.

Jamie blinked, caught between disbelief and thrill. “For fun? You’re… really serious?”

Dante shrugged lightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I am. It’s just for fun. Nothing more. Besides I’m not your type right.”

Jamie laughed nervously, heart racing. “Alright… just to get rid of the boredom, then.”

Lucas, meanwhile, had taken a different approach to his bucket list. He was chugging drinks at the bar, trying to cross off the “get drunk” item. Enzo hovered nearby, eyes never leaving him, every muscle tense, hands ready to intervene. Lucas noticed the constant surveillance but smirked faintly, determined to enjoy himself.

Back on the dance floor, Jamie and Romeo moved together, bodies close, music thumping around them. The lights flashed, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world existed only for them. Faces inches apart, they leaned in—almost, but not quite. The tension built, thick, intoxicating.

And then—hands grabbed Romeo from behind. A tall, muscular figure in a suit, sunglasses even indoors, yanked him away from Jamie.

“What the—” Jamie began, but Matteo’s voice cut through the noise like a whip.

“Take him away, Caleb ” Matteo’s tone was sharp, furious, and final. His dark eyes locked on the man in sunglasses with lethal precision. “Now. Do you understand me?”

The bodyguard nodded instantly, moving with precision. Romeo cursed softly, but he allowed himself to be lifted over the man’s shoulder, pulled into the shadows and away from Jamie. Not without giving his older brother the middle finger.

Jamie staggered back, green eyes wide, mouth agape. “Wait… wait, who—what—? What just happened?”

Matteo’s smirk darkened, dangerous, teasing, as he walked up to Jamie, hands on his shoulders, steadying him. “You really are obsessed with finding a one-night stand, aren’t you?”

Jamie blinked, heart racing. “No! I… I mean… it’s on the bucket list. I didn’t—”

Matteo’s lips curved, voice low, confident, and commanding. “Then… How about I be your one-night stand?”

Jamie’s jaw dropped. “Wait… what?”

Matteo smirked, leaning closer, dark eyes glinting. “Since you’re so intent on crossing that item off your list… you will do it with me.”

Jamie felt his heart hammer in his chest, cheeks burning, knees weakening. The world tilted slightly, adrenaline, fear, and desire mixing. “You… what? Are you serious?”

“Completely,” Matteo said smoothly, calm, teasing, but dangerous. “You wanted a one-night stand. You’ll have one. With me.”

Jamie’s mind raced. Shock, disbelief, excitement, and desire collided. “I… uh… okay… yeah… sure,” he stammered, green eyes wide. His usual cheeky confidence had evaporated, replaced with the heady swirl of emotions Matteo stirred effortlessly.

Matteo’s hands rested lightly on Jamie’s waist, pulling him closer. “Good. That’s settled then,” he said softly, dark eyes gleaming. “ Tonight.”

Jamie nodded mutely, heart hammering, unsure if he was exhilarated or terrified—or both. He glanced over toward where Romeo had been, now gone

Jamie blinked, stunned. “Is your… brother okay?”

Matteo’s smirk deepened. “Yes. Caleb is his body guard. Enough with him tonight… you are mine.”

Jamie’s pulse raced, every nerve tingling. He wanted to argue, to protest, but the dangerous edge in Matteo’s eyes left no room. Instead, he nodded again, heart thudding, cheeks flushed, breath catching in his throat.

Meanwhile, Lucas had finished chugging his drinks, now sitting back with a flushed face, stumbling slightly. Enzo stayed close, dark eyes sharp, glancing over his shoulder, ready to intervene if needed. Lucas laughed, reckless and free, unaware of the subtle tension building around him with Matteo and Jamie.

Jamie felt dizzy from the alcohol and adrenaline, chest still pounding from the close encounters, the revelations, and Matteo’s proximity. Yet a thrill ran through him—a mixture of danger, excitement, and something intoxicating he couldn’t name.

Matteo leaned close again, voice low, teasing, and commanding. “Relax. Let the night take you. I’ll handle the rest. Do you trust me”

Jamie’s chest tightened, mind spinning. “I… okay,” he managed to whisper, green eyes wide, heart hammering. “I trust… you.”

Matteo’s smirk was the last thing Jamie saw before the lights, the music, and the energy of the club became a blur around him—a blur that was intoxicating, thrilling, and utterly dangerous.

He was in for a ride tonight.