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with you about placing an order very soon. A rather… large order.”
     
    Carmelo and Salvatore looked at each other.
     
    “Of course, Dominic,” Alexei replied. “Anything you require, I can get it. You need pistols?”
     
    Dom smirked. “No, no… Bigger than that. But Alexei, let’s discuss this later. Can you come to my office tomorrow?”
     
    “Certainly.”
     
    “Excellent,” Dom replied, flashing a bright white smile and ignoring the quizzical looks of his assistants. “Gentlemen, how about a drink?”
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    Two hours of dancing and about four – or was it five? – vodka-sodas later, Jessica was feeling fantastic.
     
    All her problems seemed small and far away, lost in a haze of booze-fueled dancing under the bright flashing lights of the dance floor. She couldn’t remember exactly who she’d danced with, or to what songs, but all she knew was that she’d been tearing it up out there, and that there had been no shortage of sexy Italian men vying for her attention. She hadn’t paid them much mind, though. She’d danced with a few, but hadn’t let things get too physical with any of them. She was here to dance, and that was it – and after two hours of revelry, she was on top of the world.
     
    She was feeling so good, in fact, that she didn’t notice the thinning of the crowd around her as she spun around to the beat of the music – she didn’t notice that she was approaching the edge of the dance floor, and that there was a small step leading down to the bar area.
     
    Down she went, falling somewhat less than gracefully, but catching herself with surprising agility and bouncing up again as if nothing had happened. “Fuck!” she cried out, and burst into laughter. It all seemed just like one big game. She looked around for someone to share the joke with, but it suddenly dawned on her that she was alone. Just then, the lights flicked on, and the music softened to a volume that could only mean the club was closing.
     
    A bouncer walked up to her; she recognized him as the same guy who’d helped her when she entered. “Are you all right, miss?” he asked her. “I saw you take a fall just now.”
     
    “Are you kicking me out!?” she yelled at him, her voice sound oddly shrill now that the dull roar of the music wasn’t masking it.
     
    “No, miss, but the bar is closing. Let me bring you some water and call you a cab,” the bouncer replied.
     
    “I’m fine ,” she said, with drunken indignation. “Hey, you’re the same guy from before. What’s your name, anyway?”
     
    “My name is Luca,” he said, taking a mini-bottle of water from the bar and opening it. “Here, please. Drink some water. I insist.”
     
    Jessica glared at him, but she took the bottle. “I’m not doing this because you told me to,” she said. “I’m just drinking it cause I’m thirsty. You got that?” She motioned around to the emptying club, swinging the water bottle wildly and spilling more than a few drops as she did so. “I’m thirsty! ”
     
    She stumbled a bit as she spoke, but Luca was quick to catch her elbow and steady her uncertain frame. He smiled patiently. “So, I guess you had a few more glasses of Champagne,” he joked. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
     
    But before she could answer, Jessica caught a glimpse of Dominic from across the room.
     
    “What the fuck is he doing here?!” she cried out, at a loud enough volume that a few heads turned in her direction. “That guy’s a fucking creep!”
     
    Luca’s smiled dropped instantly. “Uh, miss, please, you must be mistaken,” he said. “That’s Dominic Pirelli, the owner of this club.”
     
    “I know that,” she sneered. “But he’s still a creep. Creep!”
     
    She was yelling now, making a scene, and all eyes were now firmly on her. But her booze-infused confidence and lack of inhibition had taken the reins now, and were firmly in control of her actions. She couldn’t remember