Part 2- Too Observative

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Vitale 2.0

I led the spunky purple-haired girl up the stairs to the second floor. I was dangerously attracted to her, but what she had said about my Family's Paris club threw me off guard.

"It's beautiful... In a pit viper kind of way."

What had she meant? Did she know more than I realized, or was she just exceptionally observant? She'd noticed the doors, which was a first. No one had ever spotted them without one being opened before, but she had picked out the pattern in the wood grains. I was impressed, don't get me wrong. But I was also startled.

"I hope Cadence doesn't get lonely by herself," she was saying, and my eyes were drawn to her shapely, darkly painted lips. When she noticed my gaze, they turned up at the corners knowingly.

"I doubt she'll be alone for long," I noted, remembering the way our hitman Adler had been watching her across the room. Either he wanted her, or she was a target, but I highly doubted the tiny blonde was any sort of trouble. Violet, on the other hand...

"Wow!" she gasped when we reached the top of the steps and walked onto the dance floor. "This is amazing!"

I watched her ocean blue eyes take in the flashing lights shining down from the vaulted ceiling, the DJ on the stage opposite us, the cages on either side of the stage made for dancing in, and smiled. I was used to the clubs. I was the secondary owner of this one. But seeing her wowed sparked a new flicker of excitement.

"You like it?" I asked, leading her to a somewhat open space on the dancefloor. Her eyes flicked back to mine and and she nodded enthusiastically.

"This is one of the best I've seen," she told me over the pulsing music. "Besides my favorite back in Chicago."

"And which one is that?" I wondered. My hands went to her waist and I couldn't help but think how she was the perfect height for me. She had to be tall even out of heels.

"Some dance club off seventeenth," she told me with a light wave. "I wouldn't expect you to have heard of it."

"Masquerade?" I asked, and her eyes widened, and then narrowed.

"Don't tell me you own that too," she teased, but her grin dropped a little when I smirked. "Seriously? Is that what you do then? You know, I can almost see it. Flashy dance club with almost noir undertones? And the armed guards..."

"Armed?" I asked, seeing if she could prove her claim. This woman...

"Oh, yeah," she said casually. "It's obvious if you know what to look for."

"And how do you know what to look for?"

"I grew up in a small town where everyone got their CC over the summer together after they turned 19," she told me, as if that was somehow normal. Americans. "That, and my dad used to be involved with some shady people that would come to the house now and then. He paid his way out for me and my sis, but I can't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't worked hard to do that. He might be dead for all I know. Point is, I know how to recognize when someone's packing heat."

I thought for a moment about asking her last name, wondering if these shady people could have been my family, or another rival one, but I didn't want to ruin the moment, especially if they were no longer involved. This girl had me captivated, and I'd barely danced with her. Something about her told me she knew danger, maybe even liked it, and I wanted to enjoy that for all I could in whatever limited time we had.

"You're too observant," was all I said, to which she responded with a ringing laugh that was clear even over the music.

"Maybe, but I think you like it," she said with a wink, before taking hold of my jacket and pulling me deeper onto the dance floor.

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