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love for Vinnie. Another soldier pulled out a gun, making the club-goers back up fast, fear now replacing lust and fanaticism.
    Dominic continued laughing over Vinnie having his ass pinched by a guy. Vinnie raised his fist again, looking like he was going to punch Dominic. He lowered it a second later, his eyes moving past Brando.
    Brando looked over his shoulder at what had caught Vinnie’s attention. The motorbike-riding Vipers were leaning against the bar, Ivy drawing his eyes to her. She was watching him, the memory of her lips against his making him ache below. The second in command of the Viper Sisterhood had a drink in her hand. She was standing next to... Fuck, who cared who she was next to; all he cared about was Ivy and what he would do to her. He adjusted his package, his cock already filling out, the woman a walking wet dream. He probably shouldn’t have pulled away from her earlier. He just didn’t like how she was playing him, making out as though she wasn’t interested, because she sure as hell was wet for him, just didn’t want to admit to it. Yeah, he knew she hated his personality, especially after he’d ordered her to strip so he could fuck her. She’d done it without complaint. It hadn’t surprised him at the time, since most women stripped when he asked, but he’d thought she was a maid back then, not a spy. An enemy had hired her to kill his family, but unbeknown to the man, Ivy had her own agenda. She wanted an alliance with his family, so they would help her kill a former employer, which they’d agreed upon after the Vipers had risked their lives to save them.
    A waving hand ripped Brando’s gaze away from Ivy. A few feet away, a female was trying to get his attention, her waves making him wonder whether he knew her. He didn’t recognize her face and he had a good memory. Regardless of how many women he’d slept with, he could remember each and every one of them; facial recognition part of his job.
    He walked up to the woman. “What do you want?”
    “ You. I’m Fiore.” She held out a shaking hand, the woman obviously nervous. It turned him on along with her looks, her dark hair and kohl-rimmed eyes reminding him of Ivy—just a less smoldering version.
    Ignoring her hand, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor, placing a hand under her ass to help hold her up. She squealed, her expression shocked. “No need to be scared, honey, I’m going to make your night.” He gave her deep kiss, pulling back several seconds later. “Is that fine with you?”
    She nodded, her face flushed, the woman no doubt still stunned by what he was doing.
    He glanced over his shoulder at the soldiers. “Watch the twins; I’m going to be busy.”
    “We don’t need watching,” Dominic said. He walked off with Vinnie, who was throwing glances at the Vipers, the one standing next to Ivy capturing his brother’s attention.
    Brando carried the woman through the crowd, purposely passing by Ivy, intending on making her jealous. He was going to perform for the Viper, and anyone else who was inclined to watch. He had perversions—public sex one of them, and since everyone knew he was Mafioso they didn’t dare stop him. Plus, it was his family’s club, so he could do whatever the hell he liked.
    He steered the Ivy substitute to the corner closest to Ivy and pushed her against the wall. The woman looked both excited and shocked, her eyes drinking in his face, not realizing how ugly his personality was, because if she saw how much hate he had inside of him, she would run screaming.
    He lowered her to her feet. “Do you know me?” He ran a finger over her bottom lip, which was quivering. “Because you didn’t fight me when I picked you up.”
    Still looking stunned, she nodded.
    “Where from?”
    “Here and-and around town,” she stuttered.
    “Do you know who I am?”
    She nodded again, making him think of a bobble-head. “Brando Santini. You’re famous.”
    He smiled.