Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
TWO
BETTY VITALI
PRESENT DAY
So much has changed in the last five years. I’ve been Lorenzo’s wife for almost five years. Our anniversary is on Christmas Day. We waited until after Tony, Angie, Al, and Autumn got married, but I would have married him on Thanksgiving Day. My baby boys are growing, and the two little girls we’ve added to our family are thriving.
Autumn is twenty-three. She’s a mother herself now. She has three little ones and is pregnant again.
Santino is eight and in third grade. He’s officially Santino Lorenzo Vitali now. We still call him Santy. He’s starting to hate it, but I’m going to call him that until he asks me to stop.
Tore is seven and in second grade. He changed his name fully when Lorenzo adopted them. Instead of being named Salvatore, after his piece-of-shit father, he chose Tore Alberto Vitali.
Gio is four, almost five. He’s in pre-k and learning so much.
Eliza is three, almost four. I got pregnant right away, probably because I was still super fertile from Gio. She’s precocious and gets into a lot of trouble taking her baby sister along for the ride.
Delia is two and into everything. She loves her siblings and follows Eliza around like a puppy dog. She even refuses to sleep in her own bed the whole night. She curls up next to Eliza. The first time she did that, she scared the shit out of us. I went to check on her, and her bed was empty. I freaked out, woke everyone up, and we searched inside and out. My bodyguard’s five-year-old son, Romeo, found her in Eliza’s bed and brought her to me. The Vitali magic must extend to the Vitali girls, too, because Romeo clung to her after that. Anytime you see Delia, you see Romeo. It’s adorable but makes Lorenzo all growly. He’s taken Santy under his wing and is teaching him the Vitali way. At first, I wasn’t sure about my baby boy being a future hitman, but Mama Maria talked me through it.
I’ve been working again lately. Al asked me to be the club manager/mom at Club Curve, the latest Vitali acquisition. As a curvy girl myself, I can appreciate the vibe of this club. It’s a strip club that caters to those who love to see a big girl in action.
It’s the least I can do for the man who loves my daughter so fiercely he saved our entire family.
And that brought me Lorenzo.
I don’t know what I’d do without that man. He’s my everything. I love him with every inch of my body and every ounce of my soul. He freed me from a lifetime of pain and heartache. He told me I was the only woman he’d ever been with, which surprised the hell out of me because he gave me my first of many orgasms. I was so confused by it I made him stop, thinking he’d broken my pussy or something.
Now, I get them daily, and I crave them. I crave him.
It’s three in the morning, last call was over an hour ago. I have two private dances finishing up; then I can close up. While those are still taking place, I help the bartender, Heidi, clean up and do her prep work for tomorrow. When we’re done, she takes off as one of the private dances ends. I close out his tab and call him a taxi because there’s no way in hell I’m letting that man drive away from here.
“Here you go, Amber. He was a big tipper,” I tell her, winking at her.
“He was big all over. I told him not to pay me.”
“Well, he did.”
“His wife is going to freak out over that charge.”
“That sounds like him problem,” I say, laughing.
I slide her tip from the customer over to her. It was a thousand dollars. I’m not an idiot; I know she fucked him in there, but that was her choice. We don’t make the girls fuck the customers, but we don’t stop them either. It’s one hundred percent her body, her choice. Sometimes, they take payment, listed as a tip, and other times if they are really feeling the guy, they do it for free using our plush private room. We also protect them if they say no, and the customer won’t back down. The private rooms don’t have cameras. Neither do the restrooms or the girl's changing area. Everywhere else has a camera facing it at all times. There’s a security team monitoring it from the security room on site, and we also have an off-site team that oversees all the clubs. It’s just an extra layer of protection.
“Unless she makes it a me problem,” she says, grinning.
“We’ve got you, Amber. You go on home. Have Marco drive you home. You missed the last taxi.”