7) Sausage

It was already five pm and the

event started at seven. I figured it was time to get ready so I changed into the slutty outfit. My hair was let down and in its natural wavy state but I did some makeup with the products I found on my dresser after taking a shower. Lisa must've put it there when he was perving around and watching me in my towel.

I did some pretty simple makeup since I had no clue how to do anything more than a smokey eye and winged eyeliner. I did my eyes with a grey smokey eye and a bold red lip to match with my bra that looked like a unicorn threw up on it.

I was ready by the time it was half past six so I decided to go down to the garden and check out the event set up. I was horrified to see the once pretty garden was transformed into an outdoor strip club. What kind of event was this. Then again, he did ask me to be a stripper. Disgusting.

I saw a long table fill of snacks. You already know I ran there immediately. I buttered a giant scone and took a bite. A scone at a strip club, really amps up the classiness.

"Oh look who we have here, Ash. Another tramp that thinks she can get with Luca," the most annoying voice I've ever heard in my entire life, said.

I turned around to see a blonde and a brunette girl dressed in the same outfit as me. The other waitresses. Great. I had to deal with these two airheads the whole night.

"What are you- I mean, who are you?" I asked after swallowing my scone.

The one with the annoying voice from earlier, who just happened to be the brunette girl, spoke up, "All you need to know is, I'm Luca's future wife. So back-"

"I'm Ashley and she's Jessica," the blonde one waved at me with a big smile that showed off her white teeth. First of all, I was wrong, they both had annoying voices. Second of all, she's so cheerful. Get rid of her. And the third of all, of course they're a Jessica and Ashley.

"Ashley! You weren't suppose to tell her!"

"I'm sorry I was just trying to be polite," she pouted. The two of them got into an argument about god knows what so I took that as my chance to escape.

I ran over to the snack table on the other side and shoved some fancy foreign snack in my mouth.

"Oh my god," I moaned in pleasure. It was a spicy and salty snack that was so freakin delicious. I had no idea what it was but I know that I ate about five of them.

"Woah, slow down. Your mouth's gonna be on fire," a masculine but still sweet voice from behind me said.

"Oh don't worry. I've had my fair share of spicy food growing up." I turned around only to be greeted by a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

He ran a hand through his golden brown hair, "You're a tough one, aren't you?" He smiled. It was one of those charming ones. Not so much the pantie wetter, but more so the stomach flutterer.

"What are these things?" I stuffed another snack into my mouth then I realised I looked like a pig and wiped my mouth with a napkin.

He chuckled, "It's Nduja and Giardiniera Crostini."

"I have no idea what that is but its good as hell so...," I took another.

He laughed again, "I'm Enzo."

"Malia," I held out my hand for him to shake but he turned it over and planted a kiss on it.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Malia," the way he said my name made me giggle like an idiot.

"Would you like to take a walk?" I was about to say yes but Ashley that blonde bombshell called me.

"We need to start waitressing," she called out.

"Wonderful," I muttered. "Would you excuse me, Enzo?"

"Of course. I'll come find you later," he winked.

The night was dreadful. I expected to be handing people food when they called me, but most of the men called me to ask for a lapdance. The audacity.

The only good part about tonight was that I ate most of the food on my tray, that I was supposed to serve, when no one was looking.

I was sitting alone at the snacks table, daydreaming. Then I heard someone call my name.

"Enzo," I walked up to him seated at a table, "Need anything?"

"Actually, you wanna take that walk now?"

I looked around. It was already past midnight so there wasn't many people left. I figured dumb and dumber could handle the rest of the night, so I answered with, "Sure."

Enzo got up to leave with me but before we could go, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" Louis asked.

"Just on a little break," I replied.

"A little break?" He spat the words like it was poison.

"Hey cuz," Enzo popped his head out from behind me. Cuz? Cousin? They're cousins?

"Enzo. What do you think you're doing?"

"Just taking mi'lady for a walk," he put his arm around my shoulder.

"She's not your lady," Luca threw Enzo's arm off me.

"Is she yours?" Enzo raised a brow.

"No."

"Then I don't see the problem," Enzo grabbed my hand and began leading me away but Luca pulled me back by my shoulder.

"The problem is, she's meant to be working." Since Rafael decided to not show up with the stripper, Luca wants me to work overtime. If he really thinks I'm going to be a stripper, he has hope in hell.

"There's hardly anyone here," I objected.

"Therefore, she stays," Luca pulled me closer to him, completely ignoring what I said.

"Come on cuz," Enzo put his hand on Luca's shoulder.

"Don't call me that," he threw Enzo's hand off him like dirt.

"Okay Mr Crankypants. Give the girl a break. She's been working all night."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Why are you so stubborn? Lighten up a bit," Enzo clicked his tongue.

"Did you just click your tongue at me?" Luca asked. Was it such a crime?

"Yes. And I'll do it again." Click click click.

"Have some respect." Luca shoved his hands into his pockets.

"For who? A guy that treats a pretty lady like shit?" Enzo scoffed, "Man, Megan got lucky when she left you."

Luca inhaled sharply, as if someone had just injected him. Who's Megan?

"Leave. Now," Luca said through gritted teeth.

"Or what?" Enzo scoffed.

Just then Luca took a swing at Enzo's pretty face. I'm pretty sure I heard a crack in his jaw. I stood there, mouth agape, not knowing what to do.

Should I help Luca? Should I help Enzo? Should I separate them? But then I thought, 'Nah, this ain't my issue' and ran to the snacks table and munched on the remaining snacks as I watched the live WWE match going on in front of me.

Enzo swung a fist at Luca but he dodged it like nothing. Then, Enzo took a hit to the stomach from Luca. This was crazy. But awesome. Enzo charged towards Luca and knocked him to the ground. He jumped on him and started throwing punches.

"Not his face!" I squealed to myself.

Luca rolled over so that Enzo was under him. I was too afraid (more like disturbed and worried) to see what would happen next. But then, just as I expected, the worst thing happened:

I started choking on a sausage (title of your sex tape).

I coughed so hard the two linguini speakers stopped tackling each other and turned their focus to me. My throat felt like it was on fire. It was as if I could feel the smoke from the fire trying to escape as it tickled my throat. I fell to the ground, unable to handle the pain and discomfort. I held my throat and coughed my pain out. I lied on the floor, defeated and gasping for air, but it was no use. This is it. This is how I was going to die. Remember me, Malia Nelson: died fighting.

"Get up you dramatic whore," Luca stood at my head.

I pushed myself off the ground, panting. Suddenly, Luca grabbed my hand and pulled me into the mansion. Poor Enzo was all alone.

Lana held onto my wrist tightly, kind of painfully. I hissed in pain as he pulled my hand everywhere.

"Where are you taking me?" He ignored me and continued pulling me.

I looked up to his gorgeous face. He just looked straight ahead, clearly focused on where he was going. I could see the anger in his face. His jaw was clenched tightly, making it even more sharper. His thick eyebrows were furrowed and his forehead was in a crease What was he so angry about? Was he possibly jealous? No. He was just angry I wasn't doing my job. That's it.

He dragged me up the staircase and to my room. He pushed the door open and threw me on the bed.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered. He ignored me and walked into the bathroom. What in the world was he doing? Finding a condom? Is this really about to happen right now? Cause if yes, then I mean...I'm down or whatever.

He walked back into the room, still an angry expression on his face. Then again, he's always angry.

I gulped, slightly afraid, "A-are we about to have sex as my punishment for not doing my job?"

He looked at me. "You are crazy, yes? Could you take something serious for once and not throw yourself at every guy you meet?" I stared at him in shock. Throw myself at every guy I meet? Who the hell does he think he is? I mean sure it was kinda true but still. The fuck.

"Here," he held out a glass of water. "Drink it before you die. That's just more paper work for me."

I stared at the glass in his hand and looked up to his eyes. I glared at him, he glared back.

"I don't want your stupid water," I folded my arms.

"Malia stop being stubborn. Drink it," he pushed the glass to me.

"No."

"Drink it you puttana!" He yelled. Puttana? Oh this puta! Like I said, I read enough mafia books to know exactly what meant.

"Do you think you can just insult me in your spaghetti language and I'll just take it? You're the whore!" I yelled back. He flinched back a little, taken by surprise by my statement. He clearly didn't expect me to know what that meant.

"Excuse me for wanting to go on a friendly walk with the only male that made me feel somewhat comfortable in this place. And who are you to talk anyway? You just dragged me from your stripper party. Don't act so innocent!"

Luca closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. He placed the glass of water on the bedside table and when he looked at me, his eyes appeared darker as a smirk crept onto his face.

He leaned down onto the bed, placing his arms on either side of me and whispered, making his thick accent even thicker, "I am fully aware that I'm not innocent."

That sentence alone made my legs weak, but I didn't care because right now I felt like wringing his neck.

"Exactly. You're just as much of a whore as I am. Actually, you're more of a whore. You're such a huge whore you make the entire titanic seem as microscopic as your diçk."

I'm pretty sure his diçk is far from microscopic.

"You're just a self centered brat who cares more about his image of being this mocho hot piece of lasagna. You're just so wrapped up in yourself, you forget about everyone else. You're not the only one in the world, Lenny."

"I'm the selfish one?" He laughed psychotically, "You think I am selfish? I have been doing all that you asked to make you feel comfortable when you are my slave!" He hit the bed, hard, causing me to flinch. "And all you ever do is run that smart mouth of yours. You're an ungrateful piece of trash. You know, you should think about what I have to go through everytime I have to deal with you and your constant blabbing about rubbish. You're the selfish one, you puttana."

"You see, I'm trying to see things from your perspective but i just can't get my head that far up my ass!" I snapped, pushing him back so that I could stand up. I stood up to leave this conversation but he stood infront of me, blocking my way.

"You know," he eyed me carefully, "I should've just killed you. Maybe I will. You would like to die, yes?"

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes, "If i wanted to die, I'd just climb your ego and jump down to your IQ."

"Or maybe, you could call Enzo to come save you," he took a step foward, completely ignoring my comment. Probably because he couldn't think of a better burn. Pssht. Loser.

"What does Enzo even have to do with this? Sounds to me like you're jealous," I smirked, taking a step to him.

"Yeah right," he scoffed, walking closer.

"Or maybe you're just jealous that he's clearly the hotter cousin," Lies. Lies. Lies. "You should think about hitting the gym sometime. Maybe then your fatass could defeat Enzo," I wacked his tight abs with the back of my hand.

His tongue pressed in his cheek and he replied. "Maybe if I ran like you run your mouth, I'd be more fit."

"Oh good one! You deserve a high five for that burn. In the face. With a chair!" I rolled my eyes.

He nodded with a scoff, "Yeah keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there."

I narrowed my eyes at him and grunted.

"You know you are such a diçk I don't know how anyone could ever put up with-" he pulled my head in and his lips crashed against mine.

❈ ❈ ❈

I'm done with exams! Yay me!

So, Enzo, huh? What you guys think about him?

Random fact: I literally had to google "Spicy Italian Snack" to get Nduja and Giardiniera Crostini. I'm surprised the Dolan Twins didn't show up as a search result ;)

I also got that whole argument that Malia and Leeroy had from a "Funny af combacks" Instagram thread😩

If you like this story so far, don't forget to VOTE and SHARE.

If you don't like this story at all, then VOTE and SHARE.

Xoxo

The SAUSAGE