Chapter 4

As Tony's jaguar pulled up in front of the sleek-chrome fronted building with the neon sign blaring "Brown's" he let out a sigh, switching off the engine and wiping a hand down his face. 

'Another day, another pair of balls to burst', he thought to himself, reaching into the glove compartment and removing his trusted knuckle dusters. One swift punch with these should be enough to teach any fool a lesson.

He caught sight of himself in his rearview mirror and arched his eyebrow, slowly turning his face from side to side as he examined himself as though for the first time in a long time. "You old dirty dog" he muttered to himself, shaking his head "Getting flustered over a 21-year-old crime princess" he scoffed, "You should be ashamed of yourself," he told his reflection with a laugh, opening the car door and climbing out.

Girls like Maria LeTale didn't want guys like Tony Calcolo, not to mention he was over 10 years her senior. It was pathetic to even think about harbouring a crush over her.

"Did you handle your little problem, Trig?" Tony asked without greeting as he approached the doorman. Trig shrugged his shoulders, leaning closer to Tony. "I busted one of their noses, no problem, boss" he offered, glancing around a little before saying. "what is Don's daughter like eh? Is she a looker?" he asked with a dirty edged smirk.

Without engaging his brain, Tony had slammed Trig back into the door behind him with such a force it made the bulk of a man whimper slightly. "Let's get one thing straight, Trig. She is not one of Mario's girls you get to gawk at, she is not here for your entertainment. She. Is. Your. Fucking. Boss" he practically spat at her, his face so close to Trig's he could feel his breath on his. "Am I making myself clear?" he growled menacingly.

Trig gulped, looking into Tony's rage-filled face. "I..I-I didn't mean nothing by it Tony" he stammered "Just a bit of a joke...a-a-a bad joke. It won't happen again," he told him nervously.

With that, Tony dropped his hold on Trig's shirt.

"If it does, I'll be coming for you," he told him, putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it, not saying goodbye as he hopped back into his car, tearing away from the curb towards Mario's.

***

Around 10 minutes later, he was pulling up to Mario's. He was in a bad mood and he needed a cure, fast. He was meant to be going back over there later to collect Maria for a meeting at one of the warehouses and he needed to have his head cool.

As he strolled into the club, his eyes took a moment to adjust to the lights. There was a main stage area, lit up brightly with a pole in the centre of it, whilst numerous smaller stage and pole areas dotted around the room. He had barely been in a minute when a gorgeous blonde with big blue eyes and a tiny triangular bikini came sauntering over to him, armed with a whisky.

"Well this is a nice surprise, Tony Calcolo" she murmured, passing him the whisky, her other hand easily sliding along his arm. "Does someone need a bit of a stress reliever?" she purred as her fingers intertwined in the nape of his neck.

Tony shrugged her off "Not from you tonight, where's Amber?" he asked her, ignoring the hurt expression that crossed Melody's face. 

"You don't need Amber, babe, why settle for budget when you've got your favourite brand right here?" she giggled, her hand going back to his arm when he, a little too harshly, shoved her off of him. His eyes flickered to her, briefly apologetic before he said "I'm heading to VIP room 2, send in Amber" he instructed her sternly, stalking off in the direction of the VIP room.

Melody stared in shock for a moment before moving over to Amber and instructing her to Tony. She wasn't happy - after all as the girls always joked, Tony was a big tip in both senses of the word.

Settling himself into the plush velvet seat of the VIP room, jacket off and reclining into the luxurious chair, Tony's head lifted as Amber walked in.

"You wanted me, Mr Calcolo?" she asked quietly, having never danced for Tony before but knowing what to expect. Her hesitation showed as her face slightly hid behind her dark curls, brown eyes peeping across at him. 

Tony swallowed 'I'm going to hell anyway, may as well enjoy the ride', he thought to himself as he nodded, beckoning her to sit on his lap. As the voluptuous brunette came over, she straddled Tony ready to dance. "Are you ready to earn a big tip tonight?" he asked her and she nodded eagerly, pressing a button on the wall behind him to start the music.

Ambers curves were covered by a simple black lace lingerie set, suspenders covered her smooth thighs. She began to dance seductively for Tony, his eyes glazing over as he watched her beautiful figure move. 

He felt his cock begin to strain against his pants as he watched Ambers body, but thought of Maria. As Amber turned around, gyrating her ass against him, his hands moved to her hips, thinking about when Maria had walked away from him back towards the car, the way she had moved. Amber went to turn back around but Tony firmly held her hips. "Here, like this," he told her, releasing her with one hand whilst the other went to his zipper.

Suddenly the door swung open widely, lights from the main stage bursting into the room.

"Do you fucking mind?" Tony asked menacingly as his head swung around to see the club's manager Jim stood there. 

"You're needed at the big house, sir" he muttered before quickly leaving again.

"Well, I'm so glad you chose me for the dance today" Amber gushed, only to be silenced by Tony raising his hand. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a $100 bill, passing it to her. 

"There'll be more where that came from at this rate" he mused, glancing at his phone and seeing multiple missed called from the home management team.

Shit.

Tony stalked off back through the club towards his car, readjusting his zipper. If something had happened to Maria because he'd been with a stripper he would have bigger issues on his plate.

'Especially if someone realises which Stripper you had selected for the very first time tonight, and who she resembles', even his own brain seemed to be mocking him.