That's what I'm hoping for, brother.
I sip the second glass, and when my gaze touches on Luca's, it's to catch him watching me with narrowed eyes. He tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifts, and holding up his flute, he says, "To the bratva princess and a weekend she'll never forget."
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After checking in and dropping our luggage off at the suite, which overlooks the iconic fountains of Bellagio, we're chauffeured to Hakkasan.
Adjacent to the main dance floor is the Pavilion. The VIP section has an outdoorsy feel with its oriental garden, dance floor, and private spaces. I love the dark wood and lush plants, my gaze appreciating the luxury as I sit down on a leather couch.
The VIP floor has its own DJ booth, the air pulsing with an energetic beat.
Viktor talks with my guards, Lev and Ivan, who moments later leave the VIP area. When Luca sits down next to me and Viktor slumps down
on the seat across from us, I ask, "Where did Lev and Ivan
go?"
"I gave them the night off." Viktor gives me a cocky grin as he drapes his left arm on the back of the couch. "You have Luca and me."