Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

Its name was short and to the point—The Gun Club. A uniformed guard at the front entrance waved at Luca and raised the barrier. Luca parked the car in a basement carpark. He got out. Kira and Giana followed. ‘Captain O’Neill, what is this place?’ Kira asked. ‘Call me Luca. This, ladies, is a place for fun. I was under orders to bring you here.’ ‘Whose orders?’ ‘Damian. Now, come on, he’s waiting for us.’ Luca headed for the lift. ‘Who’s Damian?’ Giana whispered. ‘A friend of Austyn’s.’ ‘Why does he want to see you?’ ‘I honestly have no idea.’ Kira had met the man just once. He’d made quite an impression, not because of his good looks—though he did have that, but because he kept looking at Kira in a strange way. What could he want with her? *** The Gun Club’s membership was by invitation only. Without the right connections, even a billionaire would be stopped at the door. Kira had been living in Stamford for three years now and had never known such a place existed. Luca led Kira and Gia