Isabella’s POV
Antonio grasped my hand as he led me through the main floor and up the stairs to a roped-off area. I believe it was Antonio’s private VIP area. There were several luxurious velvet couches and a few tables in the area. In front of the couches was a glass wall that permitted Antonio to look out onto the floor below.
A well-dressed man in the VIP section greeted us. “Capo! Chi e questo bel pezzo di culo? Un po’ grassottello, ma sembra un cherubino scopabile.” (Who is this fine piece of ass? A little chubby, but she looks like a f*ckable cherub.) Vincenzo leaned towards me and eyed me up.
Antonio responded, “Morditi la lingua, Vincenzo, o te la taglio e te la do in pasto. Lei è la mia fidanzata. Ci sposeremo quando avrà 21 anni.” (Bite your tongue, Vincenzo, or I will cut it
