I don’t even know his name. Lev called him ‘D’, but surely his name isn’t just one letter.
I let out a sigh as I stare forward, hands on my lap awkwardly holding my clutch bag and trying not to touch this man beside me anymore than our thighs already are.
I want nothing more than the driver of this car to do an emergency stop so I’m catapulted through the windscreen. Happy birthday to me.
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Unfortunately there was no catapulting and I survived the rest of the car ride over to the club.
Fortunately for me, it was only a further five minutes of a drive from where they picked us up, sorry, where Lev picked us up from, because this D guy still hasn’t uttered a single word to me or any of us, clearly irritated by our presence.
He must have an extra set of eyes on his head because he didn’t even trip up getting out of the car while he was nose deep in his phone.
He gives off ‘I’m an older, responsible, scary man’ vibes while Lev is some kind of puppy that he’s been stuck with that he can’t train correctly.
I wish Alina hadn’t answered Lev’s texts now and we had just went to another club.
“Okay ladies, we have some business to take care of before we meet you up there. Your names are on the list at the door so just skip the queue and someone will be there to take you to a booth. Any drinks you both want, it’s on the house.” Lev says as he stares at Alina like he wants to eat her.
“Thanks.” I mutter more rudely than I usually am, but I’m in a mood now due to ‘D’.
I start to walk towards the entrance to the club wondering if ‘D’ stands for Dickhead, because that’s what he’s coming across as.
Have I rationalised that I’m being petty because I think ‘D’ is ridiculously hot and I’m watching as Lev gives Alina the kind of attention I want? Yes. Yes I am. But after being screwed over by someone who swore I was once his everything, watching another guy now pretend I don’t exist feels like salt being rubbed into the wound. Maybe being petty is all I have left, or maybe I just need another drink?
“You’re the best Lev, thank you!” Alina screeches, causing me to stop my ridiculous thoughts and halt my steps.
I turn towards them as she slinks her arms around his neck and he plants his hands on her hips before he bends down towards her and kisses her cheek, her neck, then her lips.
Some girls in the queue gasp and then I hear them muttering something about Lev being spoken for now as ‘Dickhead’ smacks him on the back of the head and pulls him by the collar of his suit jacket away from Alina.
“See you ladies soon.” Lev blows kisses to us both while laughing as they walk away towards a side entrance and I roll my eyes while Alina giggles making her way towards me.
“Come on Wills, we have a booth and bottle service. Smileeee.” She sings to me as we make our way past the judging looks of other girls outside the club towards the door.
I’m gonna need a hell of a lot more than a couple of drinks tonight if ‘D for dickhead’ joins us later.
Chapter Seven
Dragna
Nero is tied to a chair in a room we have under the club. With all the noise coming from upstairs and the fact we have this room completely sound proofed, nobody will be any wiser of what’s actually happening below them.
“I swear Dragna, I had no idea he was going to drug her. I swear man.” I approach him with methodical steps while taking my suit jacket off and placing it neatly over another chair sitting opposite him.
“Here’s how this is going to go Nero. You’re going to give us his name, where he lives and what he gave her.” I say as I light a cigarette. I take a draw and blow the smoke towards his face.
“You’re also going to tell us why you were still in my club lingering around after our meeting.” I step around the chair getting closer to him waiting for his answer.
“I didn’t know he was going to drug her. We spotted a group of girls by the bar so I told your men we weren’t children who needed to be chaperoned and could see ourselves out. I saw the blonde one and she’s a fucking beauty, so I just wanted to introduce myself and that’s it.” He splutters his words out.
“We danced for a few minutes while he sat talking with one of her friends.” He continues while shaking like a fucking leaf.
I don’t have a second to respond to him as Lev shoulder checks me from behind and pounces on Nero, punching him in the face over and over and over again. I allow him a minute, or maybe it’s two before I step in, grabbing his wrist to stop the next blow.
He turns and looks at me like he’s a wild fucking animal. I get it, after laying eyes on Willow I understand his protectiveness now.
“You can’t kill him Lev. We need answers and he’s not worth starting a full blown war over if we drop his dead body off at the Dons doorstep.” I sneer in his ear because he needs to learn some fucking control. He spits in Neros face mumbling ‘Italian scum' before retreating back to lean against the wall.
