Ch.9
801 Words
"There they are," Layla remarked as she saw Sarah and me approaching.
"Perfect timing, girls. Our drinks have just arrived. Let's start with these shots," Olivia said, handing us each a shot.
"Oh no, I don't drink," I politely declined.
"Come on, Bella. You're in a club, and we're here for fun. Forget about everything. Let's have one," Layla insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I took a deep breath of hesitation. I hadn't consumed alcohol since I was on medication after my accident. But really, what was the harm in taking a shot? After all, I was no longer on medication.
"Okay!" I shrugged, trying to match Layla's enthusiasm.
I picked up the shot glass that Olivia was holding out to me. The liquid inside shimmered in the colorful lights of the club. With a slight nod, I raised the glass to my lips and let the liquid slide down my throat. Its sharp and fiery taste caught me off guard, burning my tongue. I quickly grabbed a slice of lemon from the bowl on the counter, popped it into my mouth, and chewed, hoping to soothe the intense sensation.
Then, there was that weird feeling again of someone watching me all the time. I glanced around but found nothing strange or suspicious.
"What happened?!" Olivia asked. I must be looking that obvious.
"Nothing," I smiled, gesturing to her shot.
All my girls followed my suit, their expressions a mix of grimaces and groans as the taste of tequila touched their tongues.
"Let's have another," Sarah prompted with a mischievous grin.
"No, I'm done," I shook my head, chuckling at their eagerness.
"Oh, babe! We've just started," Olivia chimed in, handing me another shot with a wink.
Hanging out with my friends after such a long time was like a breath of fresh air. Their laughter, the vibrant atmosphere of the club, and the music pulsating through the air were a stark contrast to the stress and problems that had been occupying my life. For tonight, I wanted to lose myself in the moment, let go of worries, and simply enjoy the company of my friends.
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*Vincenzo*
"Hey, John! Is everything going well?" I asked my club manager as I stepped into my office. Apart from the various businesses I owned, I also owned the most happening club in Rome, Blu.
I was in Rome handling my family's businesses and expanding them. I also managed the operations of the Italian mafia from Rome.
"Everything is going smoothly, Boss. Tonight, we have a massive crowd. Youngsters are flooding in crazily. We're packed to capacity, and the line outside the club keeps growing every minute," John informed me.
"That's great news! Keep it up," I said, finding a comfortable spot in my office. It was soundproofed and located on the top floor, providing me with a one-way mirrored window through which I could observe the activities inside my club.
"Boss, I'm sending you your favorite drink," John said, to which I nodded in acknowledgment.
"Thank you, John," I replied as he left the room.
After going through a few emails and checking Blu's account reports sent to me by John, I picked up my drink and walked to the one-way mirrored window.
I surveyed the dimly lit surroundings. The club was alive with people dancing and enjoying the loud music. Amidst the vibrant crowd, a familiar figure caught my eyes, sitting at the bar, taking shots.
Bella?!
Next to her was her friend, Doctor Olivia D’Angelo, who then dragged her toward the dance floor. Hell! She stumbled, her steps unsteady. She seemed utterly drunk.
Fuck!
Unable to stand there and watch Bella do reckless things any longer, I left my office in a hurry, rushing downstairs and into the heart of the dance floor. As I arrived, a wave of irritation washed over me.
What on earth was she wearing? f**k me! Her tight little body was on full display in those tight pants and that scrap of cloth passing off as a top, hardly able to cover her perfect curves. I looked around and my anger grew even more. Those motherfuckers were watching her like hungry wolves, and it ignited a fierce annoyance within me.
Some men were even dancing too close to her, their hands brushing against her delicate body as they pretended to dance. My innocent petal was oblivious to their advances.
I pushed my way through the crowd, my bodyguards clearing a path for me. Shoving those bastards away from my petal, I glared at the one who protested, but the clear warning in my ablaze eyes made him take a step back.
"Hello, doctors!" I greeted the girls collectively.
Bella turned in response, her unsteady movement causing her to falter and fall right into my arms.
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