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subpar for his music. Talk about a true artist.
    I wasn’t mad though, since I valued getting his honest opinion. Someone willing to tell me the truth instead of what they think I want to hear is a rare commodity in my world. So I decided it was time to upgrade the sound system. It cost a nice chunk of change, but I consider it an investment. Hopefully it pays off. Regardless, it’s a lot more responsible than spending that same money on expensive lingerie, which I almost decided to splurge on yesterday after my makeover. I shake my head. Gio would probably just tear it off me if I gave him a chance anyway.
    Right as Rizzo opens the front entrance to head back outside, in walks Sarah, her hands weighed down with shopping bags. “Hey, girl! You look amazing!” she calls out to me.
    Rizzo steps out of her way to let her through and she wraps me in a light hug. She steps back and looks me up and down from her towering vantage point. Despite the fact that she's a natural five-foot-ten, she's still wearing five inch heels. I can see Rizzo's checking out her ass as usual before he closes the door behind him. Out of all my father's men, only Marco looks at me like that, and only when he thinks I won't notice. Everyone I know is too afraid of my dad to even consider that I'm a woman, not just the princess of the Pavoni familia .
    “Get an early start on your shopping today?” I ask. There’s nothing Sarah likes to do more than spend her parents’ money on new clothes. It used to irritate me, but I’ve gotten over it. She’s not as spoiled as I used to think, and it’s not fair of me to judge how she lives her life.
    “You don’t even know, babe.” She grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the stairwell to my office. “I want to show you what I got.”
    She’s got a devilish twinkle in her eyes and a grin to match.
    “What are you up to?” I ask warily.
    “You’ll see in a minute.” She takes the stairs two at a time. I can barely keep up. If walking in ridiculous heels was an Olympic sport, Sarah would be sporting a gold medal around her neck.
    We walk into my large office. From here, I can see the sound techs working in the rafters. The office has a large glass wall that overlooks the entire club. The wall added a hefty chunk to the loan I had to take out to build this place, but it was totally worth it. The only times I feel a twinge of regret are on days when I make my loan payment.
    Sarah lays out the bags across my glass conference table and collapses onto the white leather couch, crossing her long, tanned legs. It’s hard not to be jealous of her looks. She’s got everything. A flawless face with high cheekbones and full lips. A tall, slim body. Nice perky tits. A tight little ass. Even her feet are cute, for fuck’s sake.
    She could have been a model. I saw her approached a few times by agents trying to recruit her at NYU. The only reason she isn’t a model is because she didn’t want the constant travel that comes with the job.
    “Go ahead,” she says. “Open them. I bought them all for you.”
    “You didn’t,” I say with genuine surprise. Not that I’ve ever even been inside any of these stores before, but I know that whatever she bought is too expensive just to be a random gift. “I can’t possibly accept this,” I say.
    “You better.” She opens her purse and pulls out a folded piece of paper before slapping it down on the table in front of me triumphantly. “I knew you were going to turn down my gift, so I made a donation of equal value to your favorite charity.”
    My eyes bulge when I see the number next to the donation total to the ASPCA. I smile apologetically. “I can’t, it’s too much.”
    She clasps her hands together in front of her chest and falls to her knees in mock supplication. “Please take the gift.” She bats her eyelashes and pouts her lips. “Think of all the innocent kittens and puppies the donation will help,” she says in an exaggerated breathy voice.
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