Chapter 71
Nina’s POV
The kitchen still smelled like strong coffee and the faint char of bacon Nana had forgotten on the stove earlier. Sunlight slanted through the big windows now, turning dust motes gold, but the air felt thick. Heavy. Everyone watching me like I was a bomb they weren’t sure had been defused.
Enzo leaned forward, elbows planted on the island, that wicked grin spreading slow across his face. “If you’re gonna help, kitten, it’s gonna be real easy.”
I crossed my arms tighter. Hoodie sleeves bunched over my knuckles. “Easy how?”
“You become one of the girls.”
My stomach dropped like I’d missed a step on stairs. “One of the girls?”
“Strip club. The Velvet Room downtown. High-end. Private booths. Champagne. Rich men who talk too much when they’re drunk and horny. You’re
