Taylor's POV
The chauffeur parks the expensive car in front of the club, letting us get out before he parks somewhere else. Nicolas gets out and leaves the door open for me, holding his hand out for me to take.
I smile and accept it, getting out the car and pulling down my dress before looking around at the club. It wasn't like any other club. It was luxurious with bright, shining lights gleaming all over the building. It was at least three stories high.
It looks ever more elegant with the red carpet laid flawlessly on the ground as many dressed up people walked into the building, but not without showing the bouncers their ID's.
On the left of the bouncers was a large photo shoot where the guests could take pictures for their night. Many elegantly dressed guest took their pictures, posing perfectly for the camera like models.
A hand on my waist breaks me out of my thoughts as I look up at Nicolas looking down at me.
"You alright?" He asks, worry and concern all over his face.
"Yeah, I'm good," I smile back at him.
"Taylor," Nicolas said sternly.
"Yeah?" I answer, turning towards him.
"I'm so sorry for yesterday. I should've handled it better," he apologizes referring to what happened at his mom's house.
"It's ok Romano," I smile, walking closer to him as I peck his lips before pulling away.
He sighs, looking down at the floor. "Taylor, I need you to take this," Nicolas says, trying to hand me a gun. I shake my head in objection as I push his hand away.
"No, I'm not going to take that," I shook my head.
"I want to make sure you'll be safe if someone approached you the wrong way. Please just take it Taylor. For me?" He asks, desperation all over his face.
"Ok," I mumble. Sighing in defeat I take the gun, stuffing it in my purse.
"Thank you," he smiles softly, guiding me to the entrance of the club by my waist. Gio follows close behind us, walking with confidence and elegance.
When we get to the entrance the bouncers immediately let us in. My forehead creases in confusion but I don't say anything regarding the matter.
Inside the club were sweaty people dancing against each other and drinking their lives away. Many dancing to the beat of the blasting music coming from the speakers that are hanging above the crowd.
On the many different stages all over the club's floor were girls dancing in lingerie, attracting most of the crowd as they throw money to the dancing girls, receiving a smile or two of appreciation from them.
A couple dressed up people walk around the club with silver plasters in hand, glasses of champagne on them as they offer a drink to all the guest.
I take a glass from off one of the plasters, Nicolas and Gio grabbing one as well.
Nicolas looks back at Gio, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs. Gio nods back, putting his glass down on one of the tables and following Alex to the stairs.
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The Arrangement
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