SELENE’S POV
We pulled up outside a luxurious club where the music was deep and pulsing, like a slow heartbeat beneath the city. Inside, the air reeked of power and expensive liquor.
We moved to the VIP section after the Don whispered something to the guards at the door.
Inside, men in tailored suits — the Don’s fellow drug lords — nodded at each other with cold pleasantries in Italian, and every now and then, their eyes flicked toward me.
I was wearing what the Don picked.
A black bodycon dress so sheer it may as well have been mist. Thin, tight, and obscene in the wrong lighting. Underneath, only G-strings and two tiny patches covering my n*****s. My entire body was on display, and they weren’t pretending not to look.
I didn’t feel safe.
Not until I hooked my hand into the Don’s
