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hooker, who then connected him with a woman who taught him, in ten eight-hour sessions, everything he could possibly want to know and more. “And, that, mio fratello, is how I managed to not make a complete idiot of myself in bed with that beautiful woman I’m married to.”
    “Wow.” Vic didn’t know what to say. “I mean, wow. So I’m not the only one who’s had issues.”
    “Bud, we all do. I’ve got ‘em, you’ve got ‘em, Nikki’s got ‘em.” He stopped for a second, then added, “Laura’s got ‘em.”
    His comment surprised Vic. “What made you think of her?”
    “I dunno. I just did. There’s something there, and I don’t know what it is, but somebody, somewhere down the line, needs to unlock that door and let that girl walk through. She came over the other day to do some stuff with Nik, and she’s got the weirdest energy of anyone I’ve ever met.”
    Boy, you can say that again, Vic thought. I don’t know if I’d have enough years left in my life to get down to the bottom of that.

    “You ready for the evening?” Steve asked Laura. She was drying glasses and setting up the liquor for the evening.
    “Yeah, but if you’re going to constantly reassign Stokes, maybe you should just make me the regular bartender,” she growled.
    “Maybe I should,” Steve flashed her a snotty smirk.
    “I was being sarcastic,” she deadpanned.
    “I wasn’t. Be careful what you ask for.” He walked away.
    “Hey!” He turned and looked back at her, and she made a motion for him to come closer. When he reached the bar, she whispered, “Hey, is Cabrizzi about done with his training? He was hanging out here, and now I don’t see him anywhere.”
    “He’s busy, but I’ll tell him you asked after him,” Steve said as he walked away again.
    “Not necessary!” Laura called out to him, but he waved her off as he disappeared around the corner. Great. I’m fucked, she told herself.

    “Alex, thanks so much for everything. I appreciate it.” Vic shook Alex’s hand.
    “You’re the best student I’ve had in years.” Alex clapped Vic on the shoulder. “Come back any time if you feel the need. But I think you’re going to do fine. You know, I’d like to teach you to kick box. I think you’d be good!”
    “I don’t know about that! But I’ve enjoyed myself.” Vic thought about all the ground they’d covered. Was he ready? There was only one way to find out.

    “So Alex says you’re ready. But what do you think?” Steve asked Vic as they sat in his office later that afternoon.
    “The question is, what do you think?” Vic was bouncing his heel on the floor, nervous as a cat.
    “The truth? Alex says he thinks you’ll do fine; great, in fact. But how do you feel?”
    “A little shaky, but willing to try.”
    “Gotta start somewhere. I trust Alex’s judgment, and I trust you.”
    “You don’t know what that means to me, Steve. I won’t let you down, I promise,” Vic said, giving Steve’s hand a hearty shake.
    “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Steve said. “Tonight, you’re on.”

    The club was starting to fill up, and the bar was busier than usual. Laura was drawing a couple of beers from a tap when she heard a woman at the bar say, “Holy shit, who’s that? That’s one extremely tall, dark, and hot Dom. Wonder if he’s got a sub?” Laura turned to see who she was talking about and nearly fainted.
    It was Vic Cabrizzi. And it was a Vic Cabrizzi she’d never seen before.
    The mild-mannered guy who’d sidled up to the bar and tried to make small talk with her was nowhere in this man. Vic was six feet and eight inches of pure, dark, steaming sex in leather. He had the top half of his elbow-length black hair pulled up in a half-tail with a leather wrap, and his torso looked like it was trying to escape through the skin-tight black tee he was wearing. As he made his way toward the bar, the crowd parted to let him through as though they were in awe of the masculinity gliding across the