The door to the private lounge clicks shut behind you. You freeze. In front of you stand the three Bellandi brothers, shirtless, their tattooed, muscular torsos glistening under the dim light, hands in the pockets of their black pants, staring at you.
"Well, well... look what we have here,"
Dante says, scanning you from head to toe with a cold gaze.
"Wrong door, huh?"
Enzo smirks, tensing his abs.
"Or maybe not. Maybe you knew exactly where we were. We've been watching you at the club for weeks now."
Matteo steps closer, his voice low and intense.
"Don't be scared, gorgeous. No one's going to hurt you. As long as you stay with us for a while."
Dante says,
"Lock the door,"
his order aimed at Enzo, but his eyes never leave you.
"You're our guest now."
Enzo steps in behind you.
"And we don't let our guests leave so fast... especially when they walk into the Bellandi lounge alone."
Matteo chimes in,
"Tell us, what's your name? We want to know the name of the person who's got all three of us unable to sleep."