CHAPTER 8

                                    

                                          
NICCOLO'S POV 
Im sitting on a sofa, drinking scotch. She's here. I watch as she giggles and her hair moves with her, her eyes look brighter, no caution in them right now, they look happy.
Im sitting reclined with my knees apart minding my business. her? No. I sigh and am broken out of my thoughts when Aless sits down beside me.
"Go talk to her" he says. I look at him.
"Who?" 
"The girl you've been staring at all night" he smirks. Fucking bastardo.
"I haven't been staring at anyone. Why are you here, Alaia is probably wondering where her whipped ass husband is" i say. Why am I getting defensive.
"I mean, you'd know, given you've been looking in that general direction all night." he smirks wider.
"Guys, you wanna do shots?" Stephano shouts from beside her. He has his hand on her back, she isnt looking this way though. They've been together all night. I clench my fists and jaw.
"Yeah, in a minute" Aless says. "Come Nick, lets do some shots" he says. I get up, only because i want some drinks.
We walk over to the bar as the bartender puts a tray of shots up.
"Ari, are you sure you want to?" I hear Laia ask and i give a side way glance to them.
"Yeaaa, im having funn" her sweet voice sounds. She's dragging out her words, how much did she drink?
"You had a glass of whiskey and some champagne and you sound drunk, you're clearly a lightweight, if you dont feel up to it.." I hear Matt trail off.
"Noooo" she whines. I look over to them fully now. Definitely a lightweight if two glasses did that to her. One of them was champagne for fucks sake. "I wannaaa" she drags out and Stephano chuckles.
"Alright lets gooo" Angelo shouts. Each of us grab a shot and he counts. "3..2..1!" and we all down it.
"M' wanna dance" i hear her say. She's beautiful. I was wrong, she can be hot and sultry. "Kayla" she calls and a whorish woman turns and grins wierdly at her. "Lets go d-down stairs and dancee" she says giddily. "Laia wont come cuz she's marriedddd" she squeals making Laia smack her hand. 
"Hey! ill come, Aless, lets go dance" she says, to which he just raises an eyebrow. Alaia hasn't been drinking because of Gray so she's pretty sober.
"No baby, i will be doing no such thing. Ill be watching though." he smirks and she giggles. "Matt, go down with her, keep an eye" he says to Matteo seriously, who nods. 
The three girls, Matt, Stephano and Angelo along with others go down stairs to dance. Aless is standing at the railing with Chris, so i go and stand with them, overlooking the club.
I watch her bounce here and there, giggly and smily. As she's dancing she seems carefree, swaying her sexy little body. I know the intensity im watching her with but i cant help it. For the next 10 minutes I watch her.
Soon, Laia comes back up and into Aless's arms. 
"My feet hurt" she pouts and Aless hums, kissing her head. 
"Oh my" I hear Laia after about 10 more minutes. I was at the bar, getting another scotch on the rocks. 
"What?" Aless asks. She starts to struggle in his arms and I quickly walk to them, alert.
"That man is in Ari's space, she's clearly struggling, i need to help, Aless, stop" she says because he's restraining her with a frown. What the fuck. I quickly spot her and a scumbag on the floor.
"Chris-" Aless starts but im already on my way down. Ive been needing to release some tension, the bastard is asking for it.
"N-no get off of me" i hear her stutter in a small whimper as I get closer. I hate the fear in her voice.
"You got away from me last night sweet bottom, but tonight youre all mine" the son of a bitch says. Italian accent thick. Last night? What the fuck?
"Get the fuck off of her" i growl making him scoff.
"Comeon man just gonna have some fun-" he says, not turning around, gripping her waist making her whimper.
"N-no" she whimpers. I growl again and rip him off, throwing him to the ground, i start throwing punches at his pathetic face then i get out my gun and shoot him in the leg. I hear a scream and turn to see the beautiful eyes looking at the man in horror. Fuck.

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