“You’re the head of the Dresvanni Family and you’re banging people in public,” Soren reminds me. Though, only half of his words process now, the rest processes later.
“Yeah?” I tilt my head to the side. “You’ve been watching me?” I ask him and step closer. “Maybe you want to join.”
His hair is windswept, and he smells so much better than the other guy. He smells minty and sweet.
“Fuck off,” Soren shoves me back. “Unless you’re serious?” I see a smirk pull at his lips. “Does the big bad Carmine really want to be fucked by me?”
A bit of my sobriety leaks back in at his words. I blink at him. “If anyone’s getting fucked, it’s you.”
“You’re already fucked, Carmine,” Soren tells me. “Whatever this is…” He motions toward me.
I huff and look beside him as the guy returns.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Nothing. Let’s go outside, more private there.” I grab the shot and drink it, slamming the glass on the table. I’m not sure what I’ve just drank. I can’t taste anything.
“Carmine, at least wear a fucking condom!” Soren calls after me, and I feel something hit me in the back. I don’t go after it, instead I rush outside with the guy, to the back, where an alleyway separates the club and a closed bakery.
“Who was that guy?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. We gonna fuck?”
My tongue feels heavy. I can hardly get any words out now. All I want is to feel so much bliss that I can’t think or feel anything else.
But as the guy tries to stroke me and get me ready to take him, nothing is happening.
“Just…keep going,” I mumble.
“It’s okay, it happens.”
I growl, frustration heating my body. The warm fuzzy happiness fading and instead exhaustion and ache pools in my stomach.
“No, it doesn’t!” I grab him by the front of his shirt and turn us around until he’s smushed against the brick wall.
“Hey…man, I’m just here to have fun,” he tries to shove me, but I keep my grasp on him.
“This doesn’t happen to me,” I huff.
The guy quickly zips up his pants and grabs his wallet from the back of them.
“Here, just…pay my tab, I’m done here, okay?” he shoves money into my shirt collar.
I sigh and let go of him, watching him rush up the alleyway.
“Wow, that was pathetic,” a voice comes from the left of me.
At first, I think it’s Soren again, but it’s not. Not even remotely.
It’s one of the Carvel girls. She’s standing a few yards back with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
I shove the money into my back pocket and immediately reach for my gun…except, it’s not there.
“Where’s my fucking gun,” I rumble out. My own voice is slightly weak and strained.
She laughs at me. “Someone took your gun, how fucking perfect.” She steps closer. “In a back alley with no gun and your dick out.”
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Soren’s voice this time. “Someone lose a gun?”
