Davina looked up from her phone to Drew whilst they were pursuing the wine selection. "Are you set on spending the night in?"

Drew raised a brow. "I'm quite fond of a good red wine and House, we're on the latest season though… What else do you have in mind?"

"Casey has somehow gotten entrance to an exclusive club, wants to know if we wish to join them?"

"I'm not exactly in shape to go clubbing." She gestured down to her leg which was still bandaged.

"Pants then, you said yourself you were doing alright. Please Drew?" Davina pleaded.

Drew rolled her eyes grabbing her favourite Pinot Grigio she'd come to love from one of the local vineyards. She handed it to Davina along with a rose.

"You're making breakfast at mine tomorrow and are buying these."

Davina grinned taking the bottles. "Done and done, let's go! We only have a few hours."

"A few hours isn't enough time for you?"

"It's not everyday we're invited to an exclusive club. You need to have a good night, lord knows you need it. You may even run into a certain someone." She wagged her brows.

"As if he'd be caught out at a club, even if it is exclusive. He doesn't seem the type." Drew waved her off towards the register.

Drew looked herself over in her current dark red blouse of satin. The spaghetti straps and deep V left her more exposed than she was used to. Her jeans might as well have been painted on the way they clung to every inch of her curves. Her tight curls were styled with a bit more volume than normal. Her eyes surrounded in a darker brown and sparkle, she painted her lips a deep rouge. She had opted for a two inch kitten heel, her worn pair that allowed her to dance around without blisters.

"How in the hell did I let you talk me into this?" Drew grumbled looking herself over in the mirror.

She felt utterly nude in her current outfit. She was happy she got away without a skirt. She'd argued that the stitches didn't look good on display. The skirt may have even hidden her more than her current look. Should she wear a coat or bring one in case the night got too cold for her? She wasn't a nineteen year old any more and valued herself enough not to suffer.

Davina popped out from her ensuite bathroom curler in hand. She was in a body conforming red dress with thin straps. Heels six inches high. Her glasses replaced with contacts. The teen was way too graceful in the death traps.

"You said you'd go if I made breakfast and bought those bottles of wine. Suck it up, I did. Come on Drew, relax. We're in Italy. You're only young once." Davina pleaded.

Drew chuckled. "I'm already coming despite my feet protesting. My concern solely lays on the question whether police will see me and arrest me. This shirt —if it can be called that —boarders the line clothed and breaking public decency laws."

Drew grabbed some shaping tape that belonged to Davina, and added a bit more to the left side. She'd already put the sticker over her nipples so as not to flash any one on any wrong move. Heaven knows that'd be the end of her.

"I see no issue with the outfit. You look absolutely sinful." Davina looked her up and down. "This club is LGBTQ friendly despite not advertising it. One of the originals apparently since 1890."

"This country is more progressive than Canada. Penalized until the sixties and still made people socially outcast for years. To this day it sometimes isn't safe." Drew huffed.

Davina came up and hugged her. "A shame to deny the existence of people."

"Oui," she agreed turning around. "So, who all is coming with us to the club. I know Casey is orchestrating this."

"Az, Siobhan, Casey and Wes. Some more may join us later, not too sure." She rattled off heading back into the bathroom.

"Oh Wes, he barely comes out with us. Awesome. I miss that couple. They've been stuck inside the past two weeks it'll be nice to see them." Drew commented grabbing her small across the body purse for her ID and money.

"Agreed. Casey needs to spill some gossip on a certain something." Davina replied coming out fully done.

"Come on gorgeous let's go have fun."

She practically dragged Drew out of the second floor flat the both of them had been sharing the past six months. The walk down to the few bars in the small city were surprisingly lively for such a small area. One was quite exclusive and hard to get into.

La Notte, built down into the base of the city. Volterra sat on a hill quite nicely, making it easy to build within it. The club was hardly noticeable outside, many people would pass it a simple door in the side of a building, where the main street was a bistro during the day.

'Babe, hurry up! We got in. -Azrael.'

'We're coming, got in where?-Drew.'

'La Notte,-Azrael.'

"Az is joking, right? He didn't actually get us access?" She looked to Davina.

The girl looked up from her phone shaking her head. Drew relaxed a bit. She would prefer a quiet pub if she were being honest.

"Siobhan did, she's the one who was talking with the Turi brothers. She's inside more often anyways and not afraid to befriend them."

Drew stiffened in her step, her relief was short lived. "What? The bar is owned by the Turi brothers? Why am I surprised? They own this town… but what does that have to do with getting us in? Why?"

Davina shrugged. "Something about it being an apology for the explosion it cut the afternoon's work off."

"Why would they apologize for something they didn't build? They couldn't have known they'd explode on us." Drew murmured.

"Whatever the reason, don't look a gifted horse in the mouth. Now come on!"

Davina hurried their pace. They barely made it safely down the cobble stone roads towards the hill base. The closer they got the bigger the crowds became. The evening was warm even the lack of sun made no difference for the Italian city. The heat was a permanent thing there. Give or take a few degrees. She bit her lip questioning if her jeans would cause her to sweat. Then again she wasn't wearing much on her top half. Hopefully it worked out.

"Babes, look at the two of you!" Azrael greeted them with a hug.

No longer in his shorts and khaki look. He was freshly done in a tight pair of jeans, a fitted grey V-neck with a sleeveless cardigan. His contacts replaced his rectangle specs. Clean shaven good to go. Behind him Drew recognized Siobhan.

Red box braids styled around her. Big brown eyes framed by thick lashes. Drew gave the girl a slow once over. She was in a small black dress with a halter strap holding her larger breasts which threatened to escape. The V-neck held firm though. She pulled her gaze away back up to her face. Siobhan smiled sauntering over.

"Might want to close your mouth, Doc. You'll flood the street from drooling." She chuckled her breathy words.

Drew blinked a few times catching herself. "You look good."

"Behave right and you'll really find out just how good I look under." She winked.

"Siobhan you torture me," Drew shook her head pinching her nose bridge.

"She tortures us all, don't fret too much." Wes laughed helping guide Drew down into the club.

The nondescript door was noted with a small line and a bouncer. The bouncer stopped to check their IDs then allowing them entry. The door was opened and led into a small square room with a metal stair case spiralling down. It was one way to make sure someone was sober enough to enter the club, she had to give it that. Well lit, stone walls around them not unlike the ones she'd spent cleaning the past few months while unearthing the stately manor.

Once they reached the bottom, there was a larger foyer type hall. Lights dimly lit hung from the ceiling. Many abstract art works hung from floor to ceiling with black, red and white splattered all over them. The floor a deep obsidian marble, a carpet runner down the whole way. People were already lined up. They joined the roped off area.

Drew crossed her arms across her chest, while waiting for the bouncer to either deny people or allow them in. The two bouncer system was odd, but it was an exclusive club after all. Many knew of it, didn't mean they were granted entry. It did pique interest. Why would they not just have this tight line upstairs in the main street. Why let people in? No. She banished the questions. She was here to let loose and enjoy the night, not question every little thing. How the owner ran a business was their own issue.

Once inside the club the atmosphere took from the creepy old Italian street vibe to a classy club. Black walls that ran up a few stories. A balcony that ran the length of the room with some tables and what looked like doors for privacy. Mirrors reflected the lights of many dimly lit chandeliers. Drew's hairs stood on edge seeing the red decor and leather booths. A few steps down to the left a dance floor and DJ was already alive.

Their group made their way to a far corner to get a booth to have their stuff in, and enjoy drinks for breaks between dancing. She allowed the others to slide into the circular booth.

She took some cash out to head to the bar. She leant over to Davina. "First round's on me, what does everyone want."

She was handed a request of vodka shots, a few beers and martinis. She was going to order a bottle of wine when all five of the rest shot her down. She wiggled herself through the growing crowd. Ducking people here and there until she squeezed into a spot at the bar. She read off the list and waited. There were a few bar tenders but each busy with a drink.

It didn't take long for her to get her order rattled off and be provided the drinks. She made her way back with little casualty of the drinks setting them around taking a shot and martini. She downed the vodka ignoring the burn as she did. Sipping on the other drink she settled into the booth at the end.

"Drew, you're supposed to wait for the group to do the shot with you." Az teased from her right.

She stuck her tongue out. "Bite me, you're the one who told me to relax, so I am."

"Next round then,"

Wes was off for another few rounds of shots. He handed three to each of them. He answered her questioning look. "We aren't making it home with our memories."

"Takes a bit more than a few vodka shots to do me in. Especially dancing!" Drew finished her martini and stood.

"It's hitting alright though!" Davina laughed joining her.

Casey and Siobhan followed in suit pulling each other close down into the busy floor.

Music blasting, bodies bouncing and drinks not too far behind. Drew accepted a drink from Siobhan a vodka soda.

She stayed close moving to the beat. Her head fuzzy and the buzz really kicking in. The song changed to a good medium paced one. Her hips swaying she circled herself lower. Hours squatted down really paid off.

"You look absolutely sinful," Siobhan whispered coming up behind her.

Drew gave a lazy smile leaning back, connecting with the woman. "Maybe that's the point."

"Absolutely wicked." Siobhan kissed her cheek before moving further into their group planning to dance off a few of the drinks.

Drew lost herself in the beat of a few more songs. Her drink finally finished she set it down, before making her way back into the crowd.

Cool fingers ghosted her hips. She shuddered looking over her shoulder. Looking up from under dark lashes her rejection dying on her lips.

The man currently holding her wasn't a creep by her definition. No creep was this good looking. Dark eyes set in pale skin. His hair was dark from what she could see, pushed back. He was taller than most on the dance floor. His black button down was skin tight holding onto him for dear life. His pants were no better in the thighs and behind.

She bit her bottom lip inviting him to dance more with her. He was quick to encircle her hips were bare skin was escaping her sides and back. It was hard to avoid contact when she wore a shirt that practically only covered her breasts.

"Come here often?" He rasped as she dared to grind down on him.

"No, felt a little adventurous." She breathed leaning back on his broad chest.

Damn when did men ever give her such butterflies? She'd just been as happy to give herself over to Siobhan tonight. This man waltzed in and she was ensnared. She mentally questioned allowing him to lead her closer.

"What 'bout you? Pretty exclusive club."

"I know the owners," he shrugged.

"Strong connections." She replied.

"What about you, beautiful? How'd a woman like you end up in here?"

"Are you doubting I belong here?" She challenged.

"Only mean you're too gorgeous for a place like this."

"Hmm… well, it simply comes down to it being a Friday night, and good connections." She dismissed not revealing the answer.

No need to expose her identity to any foreign man. Who in a few days would forget her or not be able to fit into her schedule. She turned towards him running her hands up his chest. He leant closer towards her.

She studied his aquiline nose, and strong jaw. His alabaster skin a contrast to her own. She teased the top button of his shirt. Her mouth watered at the temptation of what was below. She could feel washboard abs daring for touch.

He slid a finger under her chin guiding it higher. He caught her lips in a light kiss.

His hands wrapped around her back holding her closer as his tongue sought entrance. She opened her mouth in a gasp as her nipples hardened against her shirt.

He pulled back allowing her fo breath. A smile on his lips as he kissed her jaw.

"Are you open to moving this somewhere, a bit more private?" He breathed.

"Yes," she nodded vigorously following as he pulled away.

He didn't let go. Her head fuzzy from the drinks and his intoxicating kiss made her yarn for more.

He pulled her by her hand up a set of stairs up towards the rooms above. Her heart picking up speed, as did her desire for the man before her grew. He stopped at a door pulling out a key.

She quirked a brow. "You're connections come in handy."

He looked over his shoulder tossing her a lazy grin. "You could say that."

He unlocked the door pushing it in. He turned beckoning her forward.

"Now, where were we, beautiful?"

"Santos, aren't you supposed to be working?" A throat cleared behind them.

Drew stiffened, ice tossed over her as she broke eye contact with him. She turned where the man had spoken up.

There, in a double panelled blazer and matching charcoal pants a white haired man stood. His crimson undershirt unbuttoned a few at the top and his hair tied back. A sneer upon his face. Her stomach dropped. She took a step back. His dark glare set on her. She gulped standing up straighter as the hairs on her neck stood up and goose flesh broke across her.

He was in his late thirties she could tell. Despite this his lithe form commanded attention from all around him. She noticed how even the few people around parted and turned to give him the attention he called for. An air about him demanded submission. Her cheeks burned hotter daring to show through her melanin. She was sure he could tell her to strip and she would.

If he hadn't interrupted the fun, and been giving her such a burning gaze full of distain. She may have invited him to join them.

Would she have? She looked both men who were going back and forth in front of her, acting as if she was gone. Ninety percent sure she could be convinced to participate in a three some.

"Sir, I'm on a break. I was merely having a snack," Santos replied loud enough for her to hear with a hand on her shoulder as he pulled her closer.

"Don't lower yourself while on duty. Get back to work leave it be." The man barely gave her a once over as he turned his gaze to Santos.

"It has a name." Drew snapped.

The man turned at that, he opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could, she pulled a sharpie out of her small bag. "Sorry you work for such a stuck up douche, Santos. Maybe you can find me another time, off the clock."

In a flash it was gone. She blinked. What the fuck?! She looked around for it. Was she so drunk to drop a marker? No. She just had it. There in pale long fingers it was. The bastard. She crossed her arms. A smirk curled the corners of his lips.

Asshole! What was his problem? Did he have a small dick problem?

"Seriously what's you're problem?" She stepped forward eyes locked on him.

He stepped up to her bending at the waist. She didn't back up heat burning through her as red tinted her vision. Gods she hated being short.

"My problem is such filth trying to distract my workers. Now leave before I have you removed."

"As if I give a sh—"

A cool finger pressed into her lips cutting her off. "Another word girl and I will have you punished."

She snapped her mouth shut with his order, to her own surprise. She shifted, a slight dampening in her her pants. She scrunched her nose up. Why she had listened? The flash in his eyes and the challenging look held promise. He was egging her on to protest. It was in his tone he would do as he said. He wanted her to challenge her? She smirked.

She could comply… Not that there wasn't a loop hole. She took the pen from her purse and scribbled down her number on a piece of paper she had from her small notebook. She pressed it into Santos' hand.

"Call me, when you're free. We can meet where there isn't a dusty cock block in our way." She shot the man a look of distain, before looking up at Santos from under her lashes and giving a lazy grin. She sauntered off down the stairs allowing all to see her hips sway.

She didn't dare turn around to make sure she wasn't being followed. Holy shit. She hurried down the stairs once down them she headed back to the booth. She'd just called someone a dusty cock block. Her cheeks burned. She slid into the booth taking shallow breaths.

"What's got you breathless gorgeous, weren't you about to get some?" Az asked leaning over to her.

"I was but some old dude told the guy he had to work." She replied.

"That isn't usually enough for you to be so bashful,"

"I called the dude a dusty cock block."

"What?" Az laughed.

Drew nodded.

Davina delivered another round of shots. He grabbed three pushing them to her. "You need those girl."

"What's she drinking away?" Siobhan asked reappearing at the table. Drew caught sight of a petite brunette hanging on Siobhan's arm.

"She got cock blocked," Az answered.

"Boo! What asshole, point him out!" Siobhan turned scanning the bar.

Drew followed her gaze. There, on the balcony he stood leaning over the railing. She gulped. She nodded towards him.

"There."

"Mr. C Turi?" Siobhan paused.

Drew stiffened. "What?"

"That's Caius Turi, he's one of the brothers." She explained.

Drew sunk into the booth. "Oh fuck…"

Az laughed. "She's going to need more shots."

"Why?"

"She called him a dusty cock block."

"Oh…" Siobhan cringed. "Oh girl lets get you some more shots."