Club Vietato (Club Forbidden): Club Forbidden, #1

By DB Canavan

Two Hot Italian Men.

One DEA  Agent.

One Italian Mafia Godfather.

One Woman. One Choice.

 

Abbigail Summers is an ambitious, feisty, up and coming attorney.  She will gladly kick anyone's ass who gets in her way. Unfortunately, it's her feisty temper that lands her between two hot Italian men.

Vincent, is Godfather and heir to the infamous De Santis crime family.

Lucas, is not only an undercover DEA agent, he's one hot, sexy Dom.

Abbigail's worls is quickly turned upside down.

How will she protect her heart and career from the mafia and the law?

'Club Vietato ( Club Forbidden )' Book 2 is now available.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Floppyeared Books LLC
• Release date: Aug 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9781734392265

DB Canavan

DB Canavan was born and raised in the Midwest. She is a Best Selling Independent Author. Her whole life, people told her she should write a book, so in 2013 she independently published her first eBook.  She has published in many genres, not limited to, Childrens Books, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Contermporary Romance.

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Prologue

Abbigail

ONE YEAR EARLIER...

SLICKING LIP GLOSS over my lower lip, I will the elevator to rise just a little quicker.  I can hardly wait to tell Mitchell all about my first big win.  Sliding the tube of gloss into my purse, I mindlessly fidget with the engagement ring he so elegantly slid on my finger just last week.

Mrs. Abbigail Williams, Mrs. Mitchell Williams, Mrs. Abbigail Summers-Williams.

I’m going to hyphenate my last name, I’ve worked too hard to build a barracuda reputation under my maiden name, ‘Summers’, to change it overnight. 

In the legal field, name recognition and reputation are everything.  ‘Summers’ is an easy name to remember and it looks good in print.  The reputation I started building years ago when I started my internship with Sheen, McNair and Ward has served me well.  Mitchell knows this, so I don’t understand why he went ballistic when I told him I was going to hyphenate my last name.

I’ve known Mitchell for five and a half years.  We met in law school and the attraction was immediate.  Standing five foot eleven, medium build, it was his bright green eyes and sandy blonde hair that attracted me at first.  Then once I got to know him, I realized we had a lot in common.  He was as ambitious and driven as I was.  It seemed everyone I dated before Mitchell just didn’t get my need to succeed and rise to the top - but Mitchell did.  We’re both extremely competitive and we challenge each other on a daily basis.  One thing I learned very early in our relationship is that Mitchell hates to lose at anything; laughing to myself, I mean anything. 

Grinning, I kicked his ass on exams weekly in law school, but he’d always repay the favor the next round of exams.  I did, however, kick his ass on the bar exam.  I’m not talking a mild beating. I’m talking an all-out ass whooping.  Grinning, hell I couldn’t even believe it myself when they told me I had the second highest score on the exam nationwide, losing out to a ‘Winchester’ from Harvard.  Rolling my eyes, ‘Winchester’, really?  Who has the last name ‘Winchester’?  Well, obviously an extremely smart individual.  When my score was announced there was a brief second when I saw Mitchell’s reaction.  He made that face, you know the one.  It’s the ‘green eyed monster’ face.  He didn’t know I was watching him, but I saw it.  Yeah, I knew he hated the fact that I did better than he did.  Did that bother me?  Kind of, but it also made the accomplishment that much sweeter.  Shrugging my shoulders, I think he was more pissed at himself than at me for kicking his ass. 

Grinning as I watch the red digital numbers clicking upward, I just finished my first trial case and won.  I’ve been working for Sheen, McNair and Ward for the past five years.  They are known as one of the best criminal law firms in the St. Louis area. 

Four years ago, when I was still in law school, I was lucky to land an internship with them.  Both Mitchell and I had applied, but I was chosen, another time when I saw that green eyed monster appear. 

Mitchell was just one of the hundreds of students that landed an internship with the DA’s office.  I personally couldn’t have worked there, the politics in the DA’s office would have driven me over the edge, but Mitchell thrived on the politics.  It was through the DA that he was introduced to Senator Samuel Reynolds.  The two men hit it off immediately.  They got along so well, the Senator created a temporary position for Mitchell on his staff, with the stipulation that he pass the bar.  After he passed the bar the Senator moved Mitchell into a permanent position.  It didn’t take Mitchell long to succeed.  He started on Senator Reynolds’s legal team as one of their junior litigators and research assistants and moved his way up quickly. 

I, on the other hand, was flat out offered a position at Sheen, McNair and Ward.  I think they knew I’d pass the bar and they wanted to snatch me up before anyone else could.  I worked hard, stayed late and did whatever was needed to win.  It took me a whole year before the partners trusted me with a trial case. 

I’ll never forget the day Olivia Sheen, called me into her office and assigned me the case. I was totally freaking on the inside but on the outside, I was cool and collected.  In my opinion that’s what makes me a good attorney.  I never show much emotion.  I never found it necessary to overreact because I never let anything, or anyone get too close.

Snorting, it took me over three years to trust Mitchell.  Yeah, I slept with him, but I never got too emotional.  With the family I have and the rotten luck I’ve had with men, I never thought I’d meet anyone I trusted enough to let in again.

The ding of the elevator snaps me out of my thoughts.  As I look up, the low rumble of the elevator doors fills the hall as they slide open.  I step out into the brightly lit reception area, the sun bounces off the highly polished marble floors, making me squint.  The dark mahogany furniture and rich cream color carpeting create an intimidating atmosphere.  The Senator’s office screams ‘money’ and ‘power’.  I’m sure the interior designer was going for intimidation when he pulled all the pieces together.  The place reeked of money, from the fine art hanging on the walls to the formal dress of his staff.  It was all a power play created to put his opponents off balance and to impress his constituents.  I personally thought the Senator was an ass.  There was something about the man that just didn’t sit right with me. I avoided him at all costs, but I played nice for Mitchell’s benefit.

Stepping through the etched glass entryway, the first person I’m greeted by is the receptionist, Jamie. 

Ms. Summers, so nice to see you.  Her voice is low and pleasant.

Is Mitchell in?  I like Jamie.  I never thought she belonged working for this pompous ass but like she said, it pays well.

He sure is.  I think he is on a conference call with his secretary but go on back.

Thanks, Jamie.  I check out her outfit, the girl knows how to dress.  I love your shoes.  Where did you find them?  She is always dressed to the nines, in designer numbers.

Macy’s aren’t they sweet!  I got them on sale.  She wiggles her eyebrows as she rotates her ankle, showing off an adorable pair of black and white Jimmy Choos.

Yeah, they have the best sales in the world.  Those are too gorgeous for words.  I might have to borrow them sometime.  We wore the same size, which boded well for both of us.  We were constantly loaning each other shoes, clothes and purses. 

Anytime, girlfriend.  She throws me a wink.

I’ll catch you on the way out.

Waving a quick goodbye to her, I make my way toward Mitchell’s office. 

Hmm.  I notice Sally, Mitchell’s secretary, isn’t at her desk and his door is closed.  They must still be on the conference call.  I’ll just slip in quietly and observe my man at work.

Standing outside his door, my hand freezes on the door knob. I hear the oddest sound.  Turning my head sideways so my ear is against the door, I stand stoic for a second, there it is again.  It sounds like a muffled grunt.  A bad feeling runs down my spine and settles in my stomach.  Tightening my grip on the handle, I slowly turn the knob, not making a sound. 

Peering inside, my heart stops.

You like it rough, don’t you, Sally, Mitchell hisses through his perfectly whitened teeth.  I watch as he threads his fingers through her hair, grabbing a handful of her long silky black locks.

Standing there in dismay, I watch as he yanks her head backwards and mounts her from behind with a violent thrust.

Oh, Mitchell, oh, God.  Sally moans and then screams through the hand that Mitchell has clamped over her mouth.  Clearly, he’s trying to prevent the whole office from hearing her cries of ecstasy.

Neither of them sees me as I inch my way along the wall.  I can only walk so far and then my feet become stuck to the floor. 

Watching in horror, I have a front row seat for their lustful fucking.  With every thrust of his hips my heart hardens like cement. 

How could I have been so wrong?

Oh God, Sally, I’m close.  Abby can never bring me to head as fast as you.

Every word he groans slaps me in the face with a painful sting.  I try to look away, but I can’t.  I just stand there and let every image settle into my hardening heart like a child’s handprints harden into freshly poured cement.

Clenching my jaws shut, I can tell by the low moans rolling from Mitchell’s throat that he’s getting close.  Looking down to where they’re joined, he’s not wearing a fucking condom!  My stomach sours at the sight.  As he rises to his climax, I watch him work his hands to her nipples and begin rolling and tweaking them harshly.

Come on, Sally.  Get ready, I’m almost there, he moans into her neck.

Oh, Mitchell, I’m gonna cum!  Sally thrusts her pussy backwards, grinding into Mitchell’s now erratic thrusts.

Not yet.  You cum with me when I tell you, you little slut.  He slaps her ass.  I flinch, I can’t help it.  I feel the sting of his hand on my cheek as if he’d slapped me in the face.

Now, Sally!  Fucking cum now!  Give it to me!  Slamming his cock into her, he rolls each of her nipples harshly then slaps his hand over her mouth.

I stand there and watch as she shivers and screams, coming apart as he slams his release into her from behind. 

I never did understand how a person could cum on command.  I always thought people faked coming on command...I guess not.

Maybe that’s why Mitchell is fucking her.  Maybe it’s my fault.  I’ve never been able to respond to him or anyone else like that.  Suddenly I feel inadequate, I never could cum on command.

My dry throat abruptly slams shut, and suddenly I feel like an intruder.  I have to get the hell out of here.

My thumb strokes and rolls the diamond engagement ring on my finger.  It suddenly becomes uncomfortable - too tight.  The fucking ring feels like a brick glued to my hand. 

Watching as Mitchel jerks into her one last time, planting himself to the root, he collapses on her back and rolls his face in my direction.  His eyes roll open, half mask, just as I’m peeling his ring from my finger.

Aw, fuck!  He bolts upright, pulling his half limp cock from her pussy.  Grabbing for his pants.  Abbigail, what the fuck are you doing here?  Shit.

A frightened squeal comes from Sally’s mouth as her eyes widen in horror. 

I always thought she was my friend.  With that thought, another piece of cement hardens around my heart.

This isn’t what it looks like, Abby.  Mitchell scrambles for his dress pants.

I burst into laughter, he has got to be fucking kidding me.  You’re fucking kidding me, right?

Bug, please.  Let me explain.  He stuffs his limp cock back into the front of his pants, trying to get his zipper to work. 

He always calls me Bug. 

I always hated that name.

DON’T CALL ME BUG.  I hate that fucking name.  He takes a few steps in my direction, finally getting his zipper to work.

Holding up my hand, Stop. 

He stops dead.  Please, Bug, I mean, Abby.

How long?  In that second, my intuition recounts every time I thought he was screwing around on me and dismissed it.  My intuition goes all the way back to a few weeks after he started his internship.  How FUCKING LONG?  The more I think about it the angrier I get.

I watch his face go pale. 

My eyes flick to Sally who is scrabbling to right her skirt while stuffing her size D-cups back into her skintight shirt.  Snapping my eyes back to Mitchell, I watch regret flash through his eyes, not remorse, regret.  Regret at getting caught. 

I’m right, he’s been fucking her the whole fucking time.

The whole time, I whisper, that’s not a question.  It’s a statement of fact.  I don’t need him to answer, the expression on his face is my answer.

We.  Are.  Done.  Taking a step back, I’ll box your belongings and have them shipped to your house.

Please, Abby, don’t throw us away over this.

Seriously, Mitchell, are you fucking kidding me?  You know how I feel about trust.  I let you in, you motherfucker, and this is how you repay me.

He takes a step toward me, trying to get his belt buckled.

Fucking stay away from me.  Suddenly the ring I’ve been wearing a total of a week starts to burn my skin.  Letting it drop from my hand, it lands on the floor and rolls briefly like a quarter before it plops on its side.

His face goes white as he watches the ring hit the carpet in front of me.  Don’t do this, Abby.

You did this.  I point between Sally and him, So I’m doing this, taking a step toward him I half slap him and half punch him.  Watching his head snap to the side, We are done here. 

Turning, I walk out his door and down the hall as fast as I can without running.

Abby!  Stop!  Please.

I hear him call behind me, but I know he’s not put together enough to follow me to the elevator.  I have a head start.  Bolting by Jamie, I can’t look her in the eye.  I’m not the one who should be embarrassed but yet I am.

Abbigail.  You okay? I hear Jamie call after me.

I can’t say anything or turn to look her in the eye, I just give her a wave in passing.  All I can think about is getting the hell in the elevator.  Pushing the ‘down’ arrow repeatedly, like that’s going to make the doors open faster.

Come on, come on.  Open, open.  Shifting and rocking in place.  I don’t want a confrontation with Mitchell in front of everyone.

DING

Thank God.

I step through the doors of the elevator before they even have time to open all the way.  Turning, my eyes lock onto Mitchell’s as he runs toward the elevator.

Shit, hitting the ‘close door’ button repeatedly.  I stand stone-faced while the doors to the elevator abruptly start to close. 

As my eyes meet Mitchell’s one last time, the last bit of freshly poured cement hardens around my heart.

Never again.

Chapter One

Abbigail

PRESENT DAY...

I SMILE FONDLY AS I replay yesterday’s court proceedings in my head...

Are you fucking kidding me? Grabbing the folder of pictures laying in front of me.  You want this evidence thrown out because?  Raising an eyebrow, I throw a look of indignation at the team of lawyers Senator Reynolds has sent to represent him.

Your Honor, we don’t know for sure that these pictures were taken at the hospital or even when they were taken? Simon scoffs. 

Simon Clifford, head of Senator Reynolds’s legal team, is a great attorney but he has a reputation of not playing fair.

I can’t stop the fit of hysterical laughter that bubbles outward.  "I have the hospital employee who took these pictures set to testify.  We have the doctor and medical records from Mercy Hospital to back them up.  But if that’s not good enough for you, you shithead, I also have the pictures the authorities took - and - oh yeah, the officer who took them will