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The door opens once again and I’m momentarily stunned as Alexandra walks in wearing a formfitting black dress with a deep V in the front showing off her cleavage and a dangerously high slit that showcases her smooth thigh.
Gage gasps and whispers, “Whoa. That dress is a showstopper.”
He took the words right out of my mouth. Alexandra is a walking GQ wet dream.
I can’t believe she showed up tonight.
She leans her head back and laughs. It’s not until I look to her side to see that she’s hanging out with Rhett.
Alexandra heads to the bar where Spencer and Savannah are sipping on their drinks.
I march over to Rhett and pull him to the side. “What the fuck, dude.”
He glances around the club, looking confused. “What?”
“You came with Alexandra?” I hiss.
He points toward the stage where Francesca is speaking with one of our new dancers. “Uh, no. I came with Chessie. Alexandra was pacing back and forth outside, trying to talk herself into coming inside and facing you. Chessie spent almost ten minutes trying to get her to come inside.”
“That’s not what it looked like.”
“Think whatever you want, but that’s the truth.”
I haven’t spoken to Rhett since the day in my gym. Tension is high, and it’s clear that he still objects to working with the Valentinos.
Francesca joins us and wraps her arm around Rhett. “Do I need to find someone else to spend the night with because you two are going to be gossiping all night?”
Rhett glares at me before turning to my sister. “Fuck no. You’re mine and only mine.”
He pulls her closer to his side and they go their separate way. Spencer comes over to me, carrying a couple of bottles of beer.
“Thanks.” I say, taking one from him.
He quickly glances at Rhett’s retreating figure before turning his attention to me. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Rhett doesn’t agree with some of the family’s future decisions.”
“Like what?”
“Like working with the Valentino family.”
“The other mafia family that escaped the stressful life of New York City?” At my questioning look, he says, “Arturo filled me in this afternoon because he didn’t want you to stress about this alone.”
“I can handle it.” I grumble.
“I know you can, but he doesn’t want you to stress about it alone. We might not be blood related, but we’re family. Some of us more than the others.” He glances to where Francesca and Rhett are sitting.
“He might be marrying into my family, but there’s still a hierarchy to things.”
Spencer holds up his hands. “Hey, I get it. If you want to tell me to fuck off and let you handle things on your own, then I will respect that, but I’m also here and willing to help however I can.”
I glance over to the bar where Alexandra and Savannah are laughing.
“How do you feel about the Valentino family? Specifically, about them running a prostitution ring.”
He thinks for a moment before saying, “This lifestyle isn’t black or white. There are things we deal with that normal citizens don’t. I understood that before I agreed to work for you and your father. Prostitution is a lucrative business, and one that I’m surprised Arturo never dived into.”
I’m surprised by his response. Rhett was so against it, I assumed Spencer would be as well.