Club Prive: Un-Leashed (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Bad Boy Crime Family Romance Book 1) by Bella Love-Wins

cracked up with laughter. Who could blame them? They were so young, I was fully expecting a lot more immaturity than they’d shown all through dinner. A few giggles over the mention of a sex club was minor. Not that I had ever been to one. I had barely been to regular dance clubs, tightly wound chronic homebody that I was.
    I leaned back in my chair, allowing my full stomach some extra room while patiently waiting for Sophia’s reaction. I didn’t have to look over at her to know she had probably gone from zero to crazy-eyed, and ready to scold someone at the table for assuming we would ever entertain the idea of joining them.
    “You want to take us to a sex club.” She turned to Angelo and punched his arm. “You want to take us to a sex club!?”
    “Relax. I can guarantee you it’s nothing like what you’re thinking. You’ll be safer than anywhere else in Manhattan.”
    “Go easy on Angelo. It was my idea,” Franko said proudly. “You could say that Tre, Clive and I are going for…research.”
    “I’d bet. Are you up for it?” Sophia asked me in a whisper.
    I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Um…I wouldn’t mind taking a look,” I admitted.
    “Cool. As long as you’re sure. It’ll be you and these five guys. That already sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
    “I think I’ll be fine.”
    She looked back and forth between Angelo and me, assuming he’d heard us. “You better make sure she is.”
    He nodded. “You can bet on it.”

Chapter Ten
    Angelo
    Sophia left for work.
    Not that her presence would have made a difference to me. I did as I pleased, and her earlier threat was long since forgotten, more so than my father’s announcement that she was off limits. Still, I could tell Paige was more relaxed the second Sophia wasn’t breathing down her neck with protective warnings.
    The kiss upstairs sure helped too.
    I didn’t even understand the sisters’ dynamic much. They were identical twins. It wasn’t like Sophia was any older than Paige, yet she was clearly the one in charge. Their personality differences were striking too. Sophia was worldly, street smart, tough and outgoing, while Paige seemed innocent, reserved, intelligent, and for lack of a better word, delicate.
    It was yet another mystery to figure out, but I was sure the question of how identical twins could be so different would come to light as I got to know Paige better.
    On the way over to Club Privé in Jeff’s limo, he gave the boys the highlights of what he called his top ten guest rules. He took extra time to stress that Club Privé was a sex club, not a swingers club, not a prostitution hub, not a bathhouse, and definitely not a strip club. I didn’t need the briefing. Jeff had dragged me, Victor and all of our friends out to the place on several occasions. Paige was exempt too, as he had immediately sized her up as “ too conservative to partake ”. Those were his words, which he told her to her face on the drive over.
    My brother and his friends were a different story. Jeff made Franko, Tre and Clive swear to adhere to his rules at all costs.
    No paid entertainment allowed. i.e. No escorts, no hookers.
    Consenting adults only.
    No means no.
    No uninvited touching, kissing, fondling or contact.
    Full frontal nudity only allowed in areas designated as private.
    Dress code in effect in areas designated as public.
    Observing without participation is allowed in all open areas designated as public.
    Confidentiality is expected and assured.
    Condom use is mandatory.
    Boisterous or disruptive behavior of any kind will result in immediate removal, and possibly trigger suspension and/or revocation of membership.
    I had to laugh. After he had rattled them off, Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled out several unbranded plastic cards that looked like hotel access cards. Christ, the man had taken the time to have the rules printed. And he passed one each to Tre, Clive and Franko. Jeff must have brought people here on a