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41. Friday Week Sixteen (the Italian man.)
The boys had come back to the apartment to inform us that the Donatelli's wanted to meet all of us at one of their clubs on Friday evening.
All week, anxiety bubbled through me as I waited for the evening to come and now it was finally here.
The dress I was wearing was a deep rust velvet cami which fell to mid-thigh on my shapely legs. The back of the dress was tied up in a crisscross fashion and one pull on the string would have made it fall straight off me; luckily Raven had tied it as many times as she could.
A coppery tang seeped into my mouth as my lips started bleeding, I ran my tongue over them and tried to will myself to stop gnawing at them but I couldn't.
"Damn it, Rei!" Raven exclaimed, "will you stop."
Snatching the lip gloss and tissue out of her hand, I glared over at her, "oh, I'm sorry! But it's kind of hard to care about my lipstick when we are on our way to meet with the leaders of the goddamn Spanish mafia!"
My voice turned squeaky towards the end of my rant and Eli's gaze flickered to me through the rearview mirror as he drove.
"They're actually Italian, not Spanish," Cayd inputted, swivelling to face me from his position in the passenger seat of Eli's car.
My glare was now directed at him as I spoke through gritted teeth, "that's not the point, dipshit."
He gave me a sheepish smile before turning back around.
Raven's hand reached out to tightly grasp my own and she gave me a warm smile, "it's gonna be okay."
Nodding, I turned back to face the front, my eyes flickering to everywhere except Eli as I avoided the annoyance he was likely directing towards me.
Of course; we had argued about me coming. The Donatelli's said four of us could go and Eli had not wanted the fourth person to be me. Whereas I, was sick and tired of waiting around for something to happen, constantly worried about the other's wellbeing. Being involved kept me in the loop and provided me with the assurance that they were all okay â Eli didn't care though, he said he just wanted me to be okay, at home, alone and away from the club.
Expelling a shaky breath, I stepped out of the car and ignored Eli's outstretched hand, he rolled his eyes but I was still pissed at him for thinking he could dictate what I could and couldn't do.
Tingles shot up and down my back as Eli's hand came to rest on my lower back, warmth emanating onto my bare skin.
"Stay near me," his breath stroked my ear as he spoke in a hushed whisper.
I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, away from him, "I'll be fine."
Before I could get too far, his hand shot out to clasp my wrist tightly, I turned to face him with an eyebrow raised but I was stunned by his expression. It wasn't anger or frustration shining in his ocean blue eyes but worry. An emotion that he didn't bare to me often.
My face softened and I stepped back towards him, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, "I promise I'll be careful, Eli."
His eyes scanned my face and he gave a short nod, interlacing our fingers and tugging me into the club.
As I was being dragged behind him, I took the time to admire his gorgeous form. Like always, he was sheathed from head to toe in black, but today he was donning a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his deliciously inked skin. His clover necklace glinted under the strobe lights of the club and stood out prominently against his deeply tanned skin. His legs were cased in black jeans which looked as though they had been poured over his legs, highlighting his thick muscles.
Cayd was at the front of our group of four and led us to a VIP area at the back of the club. it was marked off by a black rope at the bottom of a staircase leading to a mezzanine which overlooked the club â how cliche. With a nod, the bouncer let us through and I schooled my features into calm indifference to hide my growing anxiety.
Eli released my hand at the top of the stairs and I followed his gaze to find out why. His eyes had landed on a stunning girl with long legs and jet black hair which flowed down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were a pale green which appeared translucent in the flashing lights of the club. The dress she was wearing was as dark as her hair and fit tightly against every crevice of her body, exaggerating her pretty much perfect figure - fantastic.
Trying to keep the scowl off my face was difficult but I managed. Until Eli sauntered over to her and they kissed cheeks, who the hell even does that?
Bloody Italians.
"Don't frown, Bellissima, a face that pretty should always be smiling, si?" The voice which whispered in my ear was a husky drawl, laced with what was clearly an Italian accent.
My head moved to find the face of the sexy voice and I was confronted with yet another gorgeous human being. My frown deepened at his rugged good looks, straight nose, full eyelashes and warm eyes the same shade of soft brown as his hair, why was everyone here stunning?
Self-conscious, I began tugging at the hem of my dress anxiously but hot Italian guy grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips so he could place his soft lips against the back of my ringed hand.
"My name is Dante," he drawled, "and you are Reillyn, si?"
I frowned again, "how do you know my name?"
He smiled but didn't give me an answer, instead he tilted his head to where the others were stood, "you should join them, bellissima."
My eyes narrowed at him and before we walked over I asked him, "what does 'bellsma' mean?"
He chuckled at my mispronunciation which only served to piss me off, "It's what you are."
"and that is?" I questioned with raised brows
"Gorgeous, amore."
My cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment, "well, thank you. But maybe try to compliment girls in languages they actually speak."
He smiled at me again, "ah, but it is more enticing in my language, si?"
Shrugging, I responded without thinking, "anything you say is considered sexy and so enticing with your accent."
Shocked by what I said my hands shot up to cover my mouth and I stared at Dante with wide eyes. His smile widened and he shook his head slightly, "you are single, bellissima?"
If possible, my cheeks flushed even more but my mind couldn't help but think of Eli and our complicated situation. Technically, yes, I was single but I was still very much in love with him. I sought him out with my eyes and my fists clenched at the sight I was met with.
He was sat on a two-seater sofa with the stunning girl from earlier, his hand lazily draped across the back of the sofa behind the girls back. She was sat ridiculously close to him and had her hand on his chest as her head tipped back in laughter in response to something he said to her; I knew for a fact he wasn't that funny.
"It's complicated," I said through gritted teeth, still glaring at Eli and Little Miss Giggles.
Dante followed my line of sight, "ah," he sighed, "of course, my sister, Vittoria, has a tendency to place her self in situations where she is not wanted."
"Well," I said, teeth still grinding together, "he seems to want her right where she is."
"Then he is clearly an idiota."
I tore my gaze from Eli and Dante's ridiculously gorgeous sister so I could peer at the sexy Italian man, "I can agree with you on that."
He nodded before flashing me a dimple showing smile, "would you like a drink, bellissima?"
Briefly, my eyes flickered back over to Eli but I shook off my apprehensions and nodded at Dante, "yes, I would love to get a drink with you."
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