JOAQUIN
The town car stopped in front of the club that was owned by people I didn’t care to know, and I glanced out the window as Alessandra was escorted over to my car by my men. It was going on nine at night, and I’d promised Sofia I would be back for dinner, but that was to be determined if Alessandra continued to do stupid things. Gael was out handling another call. I thought it would be best not to get him involved, especially the way Alessandra was dressed. Lenny opened the passenger door, and she slid across the seat, wearing a dress that showed too much skin.
“I’m an adult, Joaquin!” Alessandra fussed.
“Shut up,” I barked back.
“I’m telling Poppa!” she yelled, sniffing.
“You’re going back to Italy.”
“No!”
“The last thing I need to do is focus on my little sister getting drun
