Chapter 6

MATTEO’S POV

My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face.

He must have noticed how hard I was trying to control my anger because it doesn’t take long for him to walk in behind me as I enter my office. Rafe followed behind a glass of Scotch in his hands. 

“You should have your dick wrapped if you will slip them in random pussy. I don’t want to have a niece or nephew out of the blue,” I bite out staring at him. 

Rafe knows that I am serious, and he nods, not pushing forth the conversation. I’ll throw my fist in his handsome face if he dares cross me. 

“Relax, Fratello. Why don’t you tell us what has gotten you so stressed lately? You can drop the classes you give out in Stanbury. Besides, it’s not like you need the money,” he says matter of fact.

As Don, I have access to everything, but my happiness is derived from the hours I spend doing what I truly love_ teaching. 

“I have a question.” I say glancing at them. 

“Shoot!” Dante says his hands playing with his phone. 

“What is Eyepatch?” I questioned.

“Don’t tell me you want to buy that now,” Rafe says his brows quirking up at me quizzically. 

I notice Dante typing away in his phone, and the expression plastered on his face tells me he isn’t enjoying what he is seeing right now. 

“What?” I asked, not directing the question to anyone in particular. 

Rafe replies first. “It’s a nightclub. Not the ordinary ones around. It’s filled with junkies and psychopaths lurking in for their next kill.” 

My blood is boiling now as anger heats my skin. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I bark out shooting up from behind my desk. 

Dante responds confirming what Rafe had just said. “I am afraid he is right. It is owned by Aaron Jackson, he works for the Russians, so, his club is trouble. More like bad news. They sell drugs and their girls are cheap sluts.” He concludes.

I wasn’t listening to him because I was out of my desk and heading towards the door already. Rafe blocks the doorway, his eyes perusing me. 

“Move!” I groaned. 

“Why? You can’t go there looking like shit. Go bathe and have a change of clothes. We’ll head out together and see what’s got your skin crawling about Eyepatch.” Rafe says. 

I know I need to calm down and deal with this with a cool head, that is why I listen to my brothers and return to my bungalow close to the club and take care of my needs. 

It is around midnight when we arrive at Eyepatch, and the club is screaming everything illegal. My brothers are with me, we all have suits on and beneath our jackets, our guns are in our holsters and the bare feeling of knowing that I have this weird feeling crawling at the back of my neck makes me increase my pace. 

“You still haven’t told us what we are doing here,” Dante says as he walks a few steps behind me.

“If I tell you I know then I am a bloody liar. But I guess we are all about to find out.” I let out. 

We entered the club and the smell of alcohol hit my nostrils. Unlike outside which is gnarly, the inside is clean, but it doesn’t help the fact that there are a lot of bodies colliding against one another on the dance floor, rubbing off their sweat. 

Standing, I peruse the club until I hear Rafe mutter behind me, “Fucking hell!” 

I turn to look at him, but he has got his eyes locked on something. I follow the trail of his eyes, and I feel myself holding my breath as I just look at her. 

“Red!” I murmur, as if saying that would make me believe it was her. 

“The girl you saved from Motarrio Club on Saturday.” Rafe says.

My silence confirmed his take. 

“What am I missing? Keep me to speed, Rafe,” Dante says jabbing his elbow to the side of Rafe’s rib.

“The mystery girl I said had Matteo by the balls the other night? Well, there she is having drinks poured on her breast and licked off by some weirdo,” he says and I grunt audibly. 

Walking past my brothers, I walk over to the bar, and I notice the moment Arlette notices me because her face is white as if she had just seen a ghost. 

She looks uncomfortable, as if she had just been caught doing something bad. 

It sure was bad and my little Red is going to be punished. 

“Get over here Squeaker, I need a glass of whiskey neat,” I order and she freezes. 

Taking a step closer to me, she apologizes to the man who was fumbling with her as she grabs a bottle and pours me a drink. 

“You stupid bitch. What are you doing, whore? My men need to be entertained.” Aaron Jackson bites out spitefully as he walks out of the office and into Arlette’s workstation. 

His hands grip her skimpy top, pulling it all the way up. The top barely covered her belly button, and now, it was just beneath her boobs, and I could see her eyes water up. 

“Fratello!” I hear Rafe calls out beside me, and I glance at him. 

I was holding hard on the glass that it had shattered, and shards of glass had remained in my hand. 

“Fuck!” I muttered, feeling the stink. 

“How much?” I questioned out of nowhere. 

Aaron Jackson turns and looks at me. “For what?” He asks. 

“For her to come perform for me,” I bite out.

“You can’t buy her. She is mine and will continue serving drinks for me.” Jackson let out spitefully, looks at Arlette for a moment before licking the side of her face with his tongue. 

I stand to go hit him, but my brothers hold me down. 

“Calm the fuck down, the Russians are looking.” Dante warns and I nod knowing that the last thing I want to start is a war between the Italians and the Russians.