“I’m sure it’s nothing and you’re overreacting.”
I laugh. “I hope so.”
Two margaritas and a third is on its way when the private part of the VIP area starts to fill with people. My attention is consumed with whatever is happening there. There are four men, each of them captivating in his own way, but my eyes are focused only on one of them.
The one with the glasses, I think his name is Marco, is shaking his head and in deep discussion with the don. Gabriel looks to the side, and, unfortunately, I can’t see who he is looking at, but he nods once and smiles. The bulky one next to him with a stoic face just shakes his head, and I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening and read their faces when a group of girls in dresses that barely cover anything show up.
The blood in my veins slowly simmers, and no matter how calm I try to look, I’m anything but. I watch as the group of girlssplits between them, and while some are bold enough to sit in their laps, others just sit beside them.
“Figured,” Clara comments.
“What?” I look at her.
“Those girls are always here, hoping to snag one of them. The only one who never indulges in any of them is Dante. And as for the other three, well, since the don married and even before, he was rarely seen with any woman. Gabriel hasn’t been seen with a woman since his ex. As for Marco, he’s never seen with the same girl more than once.”
“So those girls are what... mafia groupies?” I laugh.
“Something like that.” She shrugs.
I watch two girls beside Gabriel, one with her hand in his open shirt, the other with her hand on his thigh.
“Do you know how we can get into the VIP area without getting recognized?”
“Yes. The guard at the bottom of the stairs is someone I know. He’ll let us up.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” I hop out of my seat and wait for Clara to lead the way.
The guard didn’t want to let us through, but Clara convinced him somehow. I’m not sure I want to know how right now. We take the stairs up and slowly approach the bar just across from them.
“I hope you’re not planning on making a scene,” she asks as we observe the area designated for them.
I tsk. “Me? Scene?” I laugh. “What I plan to do is create chaos.” I snatch a bottle of liquor from the bar, and in a few steps, I reach their booth. I stand in front of them and ignore the words, “Fuck,” and “Damn,” and pour drinks over the girls who are touching my man.
They both gasp and abruptly stand. “What are you doing, bitch?” one says.
“You’re crazy.” The other one huffs
My eyes collide with Gabriel’s, and I smirk. “Maybe. Want to check that theory?” I tilt my head.
Oh, he isn't happy. Too bad for him.
I turn my attention to the girls. “See, I got married a week ago, and my husband is a pain in the ass.” A laugh echoes behind me. I lock eyes with Gabriel. “He didn’t get the memo that being married means he belongs to me. So, I guess I need to mark my territory.” Gabriel’s eyebrow raises. His left eye ticks three times, and we stay in a staring contest.
“What does it have to do with us?” the blonde asks. “Go find him. Don’t ruin our chances.”
Gabriel leans back in his seat and tilts his head to the side. Isn’t he going to say anything?
The redhead takes a step toward me. “Listen, bitch…” She steps in front of me and breaks the trance between Gabriel and me. “If you don’t want me to scratch your ugly face…”
The grip on the empty bottle in my hand tightens, and I move on autopilot. I slam the bottle over her head, grab her hair, and pull her toward me. I place the sharp edge of the rest of the bottle on her neck and lean into her ear.
“Who do you think you are?” she demands.
I push the bottle into her skin until she cries, and bright red blood slowly escapes her skin. “Let me introduce myself. I’m the wife of the man you put your hands on. If you don’t want me to slice your throat and bathe in your blood, you will take your friend and leave.” She whimpers under my grip. “Do you understand?”
Incoherent words come out of her mouth, and my grip on her hair tightens. “I need you to say, yes, I understand.”
“I…I... Do... do. Under...stand,” she whimpers.
