~CAKE~
Nico’s office sits above the club like a throne no one asked for.
From here, you can see the dance floor clearly, bodies moving, lights flashing, the music vibrating through the walls.
I step closer without meaning to.
I remember dancing here with Elianna the night she got away from Javier. She was elated, free even. Then there was the guy not taking no for an answer, and me breaking his nose when he finally crossed the line because I wasn’t having any of it.
So… he owns the club.
Which means he saw that.
The thought sits weird in my chest for half a second, then I shove it away. Nico Vescari doesn’t strike me as the type to watch women dance for fun. Especially me.
He stands behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled just enough to show forearms that look built for violenc
