JOHN PAUL

The club opening is well underway by the time we pull up to the main entrance, the line to get in is long and wraps along the side of the building and around the corner. 

"Wow, it's packed," Stella comments as she stares out the window. "Why are there photographers here?" She looks back at me with her eyebrows raised.

"With the current celebrations here in Sicily, media is always on the look out for local celebrities; and with a club opening there are sure to be some appearances," I tell her as we wait for Nicky and Paulie to step out of the car.

"Are you considered a celebrity here, too?" Stella asks as she looks out the window again, her bottom lip in between her teeth in the way she does that drives me crazy. 

I reach over and grasp her chin lightly to have her look at me. "Not really but as the owner of the club, my name is known in this area. Believe it or not, your name is more well known than mine, amore." I stare at her lips after I tug her bottom lip out with my thumb; her warm breath flows over my fingers as her eyes peer up at me. I love that I can tell she wants me to kiss her just by the look on her gorgeous face. 

I give in to her silent demand and kiss her slowly; she leans into me holding my hands in hers. The soft sounds coming from her send a burning heat through me instantly. I reluctantly pull away when I hear the knocking on the window. "You ready?" I ask her quietly, and the unfocused look in her eyes does little to ease the need to take her right here in the car. 

A beautiful smile spreads on her face as she nods. 

I instruct the driver that we will be here for a few hours and will notify him when to pull the car around. I take a deep breath and open the door. Immediately, a fluttering of camera's and flashes surrounding me. I button my jacket before I hold my hand out to guide Stella out of the car. 

Her gorgeous legs slip out of the car and then she takes my hand, smiling at me as she stands; another round of frantic flashes begins and I hear the chatter in the background; a mixtures of comments and questions from the crowd in Italian.

 He's here! 

Who is she? 

I thought he was single? 

She's gorgeous! 

Did he get married?

And then the questions begin again from the photographers as I bring her close to me and follow behind Nicky and Paulie. 

Johnny, how long are you in Italy? 

Who is the beautiful lady, Johnny? 

Will you be attending any festivals?

The club manager, Gino, steps out as we approach the door and he greets me. "Johnny, I'm glad you are able to make it." He turns his attention to Stella.

"Encantato, mi chiamo Gino," He greets her, kissing both sides of her face. (Enchanted, my name is Gino)

"È un piacere, mi chiamo, Stella Bracco," Stella responds with a charming smile. (It is a pleasure, my name is Stella Bracco)

A few photographers catch her name and the chatter among them increases as does the shuttering of the cameras.

"Bracco? Come in relazione a Vito Bracco?" Gino questions as he observes her more closely. (Bracco? As in relation to Vito Bracco?)

"Sì, è mio nonno," Stella smiles at me. (Yes, he is my grandfather)

"Beh, è ​​davvero un piacere avere un Bracco qui stasera. Per favore fatemi sapere se avete bisogno di qualcosa." Gino kisses her hand and then leads us inside. (Well, it is indeed a pleasure to have a Bracco here tonight. Please let me know if you need anything)

"I told you, princess; the Bracco name is well known," I remind her as we walk in.

The main floor is crowded with the music vibrating throughout the dark and neon lit club. Gino leads us to one of the more secluded sitting areas on the second floor overlooking the room. Dancers are freely moving, strategically placed throughout the club.

Gino tells me he'll have someone bring us drinks shortly. I lean over the railing scanning over the crowd. Stella stands next to me. "This is a really nice place, JP. It's huge and it's crowded." 

"Thanks, amore. Do you want to dance?" 

"I want to dance for you," She leans up against me and grazes my lips with hers. "And there's even a small platform and pole, right here," She nods to the left and I follow her gaze before I look down at her again. 

The way she smiles at me already has the blood rushing down. She places her palms on my chest and pushes me back until I sit on the couch. 

As she turns around I focus on the way her hips sway sensually and she looks back at me over her shoulder seductively. I lean back into the couch and unbutton my jacket getting comfortable as she moves to the music in front of me. 

Stella makes her way to the pole and grips it as she rolls her body deliciously against it and smiles at me as I watch her. She pulls herself up as she climbs up and then spins quickly while also changing her hold. 

I watch mesmerized as she moves against the pole but the song ends too quickly and another begins. She steps off the small circular platform and then quickly walks towards the entry and speaks to Nicky and Paulie, they look back at me and nod and then they move away from the doorway but stand in a way to block anyone from coming in. 

I sit up as she approaches. "I think I'm going to add a pole in our bedroom." I tell her.

She smiles as she climbs over me and begins kissing me hungrily, almost desperately. She breaks the kiss as she kisses my neck and her hands reach in between us and she begins undoing my belt. "Stella, baby, what are you doing?" 

"I want you, JP," She kisses me. "Right now. The guys' won't let anyone disturb us." Her hand slips under the band of my boxer briefs and she grips me firmly in her hand and I groan. 

"And people can't see us up here," She pants in between her kisses. 

"Princess, there are people across from us, on the other side of the club," I tell her breathing heavily now, too. I'm trying to keep level headed, but I'm losing the battle quickly. 

"It's dark, baby; for all they know we're just making out." She counters.

Okay, she makes a fair point. I grip her hips and lay her back next to me. I move my hands under her dress and slide her panties off. I bunch them in my hand and slip them into my pocket. Before I move my head in between her thighs and taste her. Her hips lift up as I stroke my tongue slowly against her before I graze her clit and she bucks hard against my face. I hold on to her hips as I devour her and her legs tighten and then shake as she comes quickly. 

She moves quickly and slides down to the floor, kneeling. She licks my already dripping cock before she takes me in her mouth. I lean back into the couch, watching her gorgeous mouth work on me as she sucks and licks me, like I'm her last meal. My grip tightens on to the couch. 

While I can't hear her, I feel the vibrations travel down my shaft as she hums and I pull her up knowing I won't last if she keeps going. 

Stella hikes up her dress, revealing the thigh holster she's wearing and the small gun she's carrying. She holds me in her hand, guiding me to her wet, warm entrance. 

She glides down over me, and her head tilts back. Watching the pleasure on her face is turning me on more. She doesn't waste any time as she begins moving on me quickly. I slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders and kiss her chest, and then I lick and swirl my tongue over her small harden nipples. I pull her tightly up against me as I feel her clench around me and I know she's coming. 

I grip onto her hips and move her over; groaning as I drain myself inside of her. 

She's leaning on me as we're both left breathing heavily. She moves back and kisses me. "That was just what I needed," She rubs her nose against mine and kisses me again, and then tugs on my bottom lip. "Do you regret it?" 

"Why would I ever regret feeling your tight pussy clenching around me, baby?" I make my semi hard cock twitch inside of her and she gasps before she giggles. 

She sighs. "I guess I should get off now." She pouts adorably. "I need to use the restroom anyway." She fixes the straps of her dress before she moves off of me and then we adjust the rest of our clothing.

 She stands in front of me and holds her hand out to me and when I take her hand she laughs. 

"What?"

"You have something of mine, remember?" She folds her arms as she smirks at me.

I smile remembering her panties in my pocket. "I think I'll keep them," I pull her close to me. "It's not like you've never done it before, baby. You can thank yourself for inspiring me." I grin at her as she laughs wrapping her arms around me. 

"Scusi, Johnny!" Gino calls out loudly over the shoulders of Nicky and Paulie who are holding him back. (Excuse me)

We walk over to them and I instruct Nicky and Paulie to release Gino. Gino straightens his jacket glaring at them, slightly. "Eh, I think there is a...security issue to discuss with you...regarding erm...surveillance." He raises his eyebrows as he points with his chin and we all follow the direction he's looking at and see the camera mounted in the corner of the room. 

I groan inwardly while Stella completely loses her shit, and laughs her head off. She tries to hold in her laugh but that only makes her laugh harder as she hides her face in my chest. Even though Nicky and Paulie turn away, their shoulders are shaking, a dead give away of their chuckling. 

"We know these kinds of...activities...happen, but um, I thought you should know." Gino tells me and he does a poor job of hiding his amusement, too.

"Take me to your security room," I order and Gino nods. I turn to Stella. "I'll be back; don't go anywhere without Nicky." 

Stella salutes me and then chuckles as she walks away with Nicky to the bathroom. Paulie follows me as Gio leads us to the security room, but we're slowed down as several people stop me to talk to me or congratulate me on the opening of the club. 

"I need you to talk to the bouncer. The numbers aren't being regulated like they should be, it's too crowded. People can't even move on the dance floor. We don't want to be hit with any safety violations, Gino." I tell him once we finally make it to the back of the club.

"Si, Johnny, subito." Gino responds. (Yes, Johnny, right away) He picks up a phone once inside the room and instructs the floor manager to talk to bouncers about letting too many people in at once. Meanwhile, I call David and put him on speaker and I tell him I need him to wipe out the security footage from a specific time frame. 

David talks with one of the employees in the room and instructs him on what to do and how to wipe it from the main database of the security program so it's permanently deleted. 

"Overall, the night is a big success, Johnny. We even have a couple of celebrities here in the VIP rooms," Gino tells me proudly in Italian. 

"That's great, Gino. How's the alcohol supply? Did we order enough?" 

"Yes, of course, but there's five hours before we close and we still have a huge line outside, waiting to come in," he tells me. 

"Thank you for making sure everything is running smoothly, Gino. Are you settling okay, here in Sicily?" I ask as I slip my hands in my pockets and my fingers brush against Stella's panties. I catch her walking towards the bar with Nicky next to her in one of the monitors.

"It's been good, I appreciate the opportunity to run the club, Johnny," He genuinely smiles at me. 

"You earned it; you served extremely well as the floor manager in the club in Catania. How is Francesca doing with the move?" 

Gino chuckles. "She misses the shopping in Catania and her friends, but I know she will settle in with time, our baby will be here in a couple of months." He smiles, "She would like Ms. Bracco, they seem similar in disposition." 

"They do," I smile, as I my eyes scan the different the camera feeds over the club and then something catches my eye. 

I gesture to the screen where Stella is at the bar. A man in a suit approaches her. He leans in at an angle as he speaks to her, placing one hand on the bar and the other in his pocket. Nicky is standing nearby watching as well;

But that's not what I'm worried about, off to the side from them we can see as two men appear to be squaring up against each other. They each have about two to three friends with them and they begin shoving each other.

 "Cazzo!" Gino curses then hurries out of the room. Paulie and I follow behind him quickly. (Fuck!)

"Capo, non ne sono sicuro, ma sembrava il figlio di Orlando Vitale, parlando con la signorina Bracco," Paulie informs me as we walk out onto the main floor and head towards the bar. (Boss, I'm not sure, but that looked like Orlando Vitale's son, talking with Ms. Bracco)

"Quale?" I ask, hoping its level headed Fredo and not Enrico, who's known to find trouble wherever he is. (which one)

"Enrico. Sembra che si sia tagliato i capelli, ma ho visto un'immagine sul suo collo ed Enrico ha quel grande teschio tatuato sul collo." Paulie answers. (Enrico. It looks like he cut his hair, but I saw an image on his neck and Enrico has that large skull tattoo on his neck)

Great. Of course out of everyone in here, he has to set his eyes on my Stella.

I catch up to Gino. "Do not make a scene, Gino. There's too much press here tonight." He nods as he focuses on making our way through the crowd.

The bouncers are trying to intervene, but more people are joining in and then I see red as Stella is shoved to the ground. Enrico pulls her up on her feet and both he and Nicky start pushing people back. 

Another man, punches Enrico and then a bigger brawl ensues. Someone grabs Stella roughly but Nicky shoves them away before throwing a punch himself. This is getting out of control quickly and the crowd is too thick for us to get there sooner.

As we get closer to them, I see Stella has two guns drawn standing in front of Nicky, aiming towards a group of men. I vaguely hear her shouting for the men to move back.

"Enrico, why is it when there's trouble, you're always in the middle of it?" Gino addresses Enrico who is standing next to Stella as well with his own gun drawn. 

I step up to Stella and lower her arm closest to me and then she lowers her other arm. "We don't need pictures of this going around, Stella," I tell her quietly. 

"Oh, come now, Gino. To be fair, things were going quite well tonight. I was having a lovely conversation with my new friend here," Enrico nods to Stella.  "When this blowjob decided to interfere with one of my men, for no reason."

"Vaffanculo!" The man he and one of his men were fighting with retorts and gestures with his hands to emphasize his point. (Go fuck yourself!)

Enrico smirks at him before he sets his hardened gaze on me. "Johnny Santiago, I heard you were here. It's good to see meet you in person. Congratulations on your grand opening." He extends his hand out to me. 

We shake hands and he watches as Stella hands Nicky one of his guns back and then she lifts the hem of her dress enough to slip her small hand gun back in the holster on her thigh before she wraps her arm around my waist.

"Ms. Bracco, I apologize for you being subjected to these events," Gino begins to apologize. 

"Bracco?" Enrico questions, his eyebrow raised as he looks Stella over again, studying her face carefully.

"Yes, Stella Bracco," She smiles. 

"This night is full of surprises isn't it?" Enrico says as he chuckles looking around before he focuses on Stella, again. "Our families are old rivals, though things have been quiet since Vito stepped down. Timoteo managed to reconcile several bad dealings between our families." He smiles. "And here we are like a modern day Romeo and Juliet." 

"I have someone better than Romeo," Stella smiles up at me before she looks back at him. "No offense, of course." 

"Johnny Santiago, is the lucky man you were telling me about, then," Enrico states.

"My one and only," Stella tells him proudly. "It was nice to meet you, Enrico. If you are ever in New York, you are always welcome with us."

"That's generous of you," Enrico nods taking her hand and kissing it, "I will not forget your kindness or that of your guard," He acknowledges Nicky. Then he shakes my hand again, then Gino's. "My apologies for the disruption my men may have caused." 

Enrico leaves and his men follow. 

"I'm sorry for causing trouble, tonight." Stella tells me. 

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby, and considering Enrico Vitale's reputation, things could have gone a lot worse tonight." I tell her. Gino's attention is required by one of the staff and he excuses himself. 

"Mi dispiace, avrei dovuto intervenire prima," Nicky tells her. (I'm sorry, I should have stepped in sooner)

"No, you did well, it got out of control quickly," She tells him as she squeezes his shoulder, the bar tender slides a drink to her and she thanks him before tossing it back.

She turns to me and pulls my hand. "Come on, you owe me dance, John Paul." 

"I do?" I question, laughing at her sudden change in demeanor.

"Yes. I danced for you, now you dance for me." She grins at me. We head toward the dance floor and dance to the electronic music that's playing. 

As the night progresses, I smile as she converses with several guests and a lot of the staff. Some of the dancers comment that they noticed her dancing earlier on the balcony and asked her how she did some of the moves. 

I sit on the one of the sofa's on the main floor watching her talk freely and laugh easily with those around her and then she teaches the girls some of the moves she did on the pole, but thankfully remembers I still have her panties and keeps her moves simple, but I can see she's getting more than a little tipsy. 

She saunters over to me with a drink in her hand and plops down next to me, placing one of her legs over mine, but turns towards me, obviously aware not to flash anyone. "Are you having fun?" She grins with the straw in her between her lips. 

"I could watch you forever, amore." 

"Me too," She tells me then laughs. "I mean, I can watch you forever, too." 

I smile. "I know what you meant, baby." 

She glances in front of us and then her eyebrows scrunch, almost in disgust. I look over and see a tall woman approaching us, but her eyes are only on me. As the woman gets closer, Stella lifts her leg, pushing her stiletto on the woman stomach to keep her from getting any closer.

Stella shakes her head at her. "Keep walking." 

The woman looks down at Stella's foot on her stomach and scoffs, she looks at Stella, but then turns her attention on me. "Is she your...how do you say...fidanzata? Or are you just talking?" I'm surprised she speaks english, though with a heavy accent. (girlfriend)

"If I snap your neck, are you dead, dead? Or just not breathing?" Stella responds, her eyes are raging as she glares back at the woman, but then I chuckle when she turns to me and asks me to translate even though she speaks Italian.

"Lei è la mia--" I begin. (she is my)

"Wife, I'm his wife," Stella cuts me off and holds up her hand, showing her the tattoo on her finger with my initials. The woman looks between us before she flips her hair over her shoulder and walks away. 

"I see Lola has been a bad influence on you," I tease as I squeeze her thigh. "Does alcohol make you forget Italian now?" I ask chuckling.

Stella pouts as she finishes her drink but continues to slurp it loudly. I chuckle as I lift her and place her on my lap, setting the empty glass down on the table next to me. 

"I would ask if you want another drink but I think you've had enough, amore," I brush her hair back and kiss her shoulder and she does a poor job of hiding the shudder running through her as she turns to hug me. 

"I am still thirsty, JP, but not for a drink," She whispers against my ear; her words are slurred. 

"Should we head back to the hotel then?" I hold her face as her eyes focus on me. 

"Why don't you want to marry me anymore?" 

"What?" I ask, completely confused at the sudden change in conversation and demeanor.

"I want to be your wife and have mini JP's," She snuggles up against me and holds me tight. "I'll be a really good wife," She sighs. 

I lean her back away from me. "Why do you think I don't want to marry you, princess?" 

"You haven't asked me," She whispers her eyes are glistening. I pull her into me, holding her tightly.

"Princess, I would have married you at the hospital after the gala, if I didn't think it would freak you out. I just don't want to rush you into anything. I would love nothing more than to be your husband, Stella," I smile. "But in all honesty, I don't need a piece of paper to tell me what I already know in my heart. I am yours and have been since the moment I met you." I feel her weight drop on me and I think she's fallen asleep. 

"Stella?" 

"Hmm?" She mumbles. 

"Let's head back to the hotel; you have to wake up, okay?" 

She attempts to nod, but her head rolls to the side. I call Nicky and Paulie over to us and tell them to take her out to the car, while I tell Gino we are leaving. 

They stand on either side of her and help guide her out of the club. "You smell nice, Nicky; like strawberries." And then she leans over to Paulie. "You smell like cupcakes, Paulie." They both chuckle as they walk away with her.

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