Chapter 8

• LUCA
• The party is full of life. Bodies moving in perfect unison with the loud thumping of the background music, sounds of laughter and clinking of glasses, the sharp smell of liquor and cigar filling the air. Neon lights fading out the faces of the clubbers. I grab Lily's wrist firmly while pushing through sweaty, horny bodies. My eyes darts across the room and stop at the sight of an empty stool by the bar.
• "There's only one stool." Lily tells me as I pull her with me towards the bar.
• I smirk at her. "Not for long."
• Beside the empty stool is a girl who appears both lost and lonely. I comb my tan fingers through my hair summoning all the seductive wit I possess, I lean slightly on the bar top facing the girl whose seat I'm about to colonize. "Hey you want to dance?"
• Her eyes lifts from the empty glass before her, and the moment there lock on mine. She's awestruck. Yes, I always have that effect on women.
• There's a hint of familiarity in her face. Oh no. Clara, or Chole. The two night stand mistake. The who invited me to the party but I nicely turned her down.
• "Yes sure." She jumps from her chair and I slide into it. Pulling my seat closer to Lily's seat. I order beer with the lowest alcohol content for Lily and water for myself, I'm driving. I hate being responsible for someone. I may just forget and drink a few glass of alcohol so that I will be too intoxicated to drive and maybe we will get involved in an accident and die.
• That's too sick! Stop it.
• Lily nudges at my knee for me to look up. I turn to find that the girl is still waiting for me. Why? I point towards the dance floor. "The dance floor is over there."
• The girl scowls and leave.
• "That was so mean." Lily tells me.
• "Come on drink. Get wasted Luca." Lily is already down on her fourth beer and although I specifically selected drinks with low alcoholic content I'm afraid she may have a really low alcoholic tolerance.
• "I get wasted every other day of my life, I think I can pull off today without getting wasted." I signal the bartender to dilute her drink with water.
• "Drink out your sorrow boy. Let's dance."
• "I don't dance."
• "Oh come on. Once in a while just loosen up." She climb down from her stool pouting at me and pulling my arm.
• "No. Go-ahead and dance."
• She rolls her eyes at me before leisurely strolling to the dance floor. The alcohol loosening her muscles, she's dancing so fiercely. Literally putting on a show-worthy performance. She really has the passion, with a little professional training she will definitely get famous and the whole world will love her. Her tits and ass are swinging in her little crop top and shorts. I'm getting a little hard just watching her sexy body move for me.
• Apparently, she's not putting up an exclusive show for me, because I see some random guy walk up to her, she ignores him. But he refuse to take the hint, he raise his hands in an attempt to grab her ass.
• Shit, I fly to the dance floor in two angry steps glowering at him and pushing him slightly on the chest. I don't want to create a scene. At least not yet. "She's with me. Don't fucking touch her with those filthy hands." I shout over the loud music.
• He stare me down as if he is about to start a fight. Please do! With the rage and frustration from the hardness I'm feeling, I would redesign your face so bad that even a plastic surgery won't help your situation. He takes the hint and walk way, an evil glint in his eyes.
• "Possessive huh?" Lily whispers.
• I ignore her and return to my seat. It doesn't take long for another horny dude to approach her, and another. What is wrong with this idiots? If it were that easy, why would I still be sitting here with a hard-on? I empty a bottle of snake venom in one gulp. Or maybe two bottles, I have to drive. But I certainly didn't drink more than three bottles of snake venom. I look once again at the dance floor and there's yet another guy with her. I walk over and glare at the poor boy until he's too frightened and scurries away like a little mouse.
• "That's the fifth guy you've scared off. Since you won't dance with me allow them."
• "They don't want to dance with you. Why are you so naive? They want to fuck you." I spit the words at her as if she's some cheap whore. I see the resentment in her eyes.
• But it's all her fault. If she hadn't reacted so scared earlier on. I mean if one kiss and a little mark could freak her out like that, then she is no match for my dirty thoughts. I'm mad at her for making me want her. For tempting me when she knows that she's the forbidden fruit. A jailbait. Without even touching her, I could be jailed for just wanting her.
• Lily challenges. "And if they want to fuck me, who's going to stop them?"
• I take a step towards her. Instinctively, she takes a step backward. I take another step forward, she takes another step backwards until she's pinned against the wall while my heavy body presses her back deeper into the wall. I trace a pattern on her jawline. When I lower my head to meet hers, her breath hitches up. I suck on the mark on her neck before tracing my tongue to her earlobes and biting on it. My voice is gravelly. "Me. I will stop them." I breath hot air on her neck. "I won't let them fuck you Lily." I say her name quietly...too quietly as if we are commiting a horrible sin.
• She makes an incoherent noise and try to push her center further into my hardness. I raise my face from hers but our bodies are still pressed together against the wall. Standing over her, I stare right into her crop top, but with the dark lightening of the club, I can't see much.
• "Why?" She tilts her head to the side and run her tongue on her lower lips. "You want to fuck me too?"
• I lower my face again. This time I watch as her eyes close and her lips part. I whisper softly against her ear. "I don't fuck virgins. They are too messy." I step away from her and turn around to return to the bar.
• "Go fuck yourself!"
• I turn and shoot a dirty smile in her direction. "I won't. Someone else will do it." She grimace at me.
• I take another bottle of snake venom. I consume it slower this time, savouring the burning sensation in my tongue before letting in slide down my throat. When I glance at the dancefloor. Lily is gone.
• Lily is gone.
• I hurrily stand from my stool, worry and fear clouding my sense. And maybe alcohol too. I settle the bill with the bartender before running off to find Lily. I have no idea where she is. My first guess is the toilet, maybe she's so hungover she's throwing up in there. I kick open the door to the ladies without any preamble, shouting Lily's name and apologizing to every girl and woman who is in there and is not Lily.
• She's not in there.
• I walk through the dark hallway and out to the back of the club. It's cold outside. Couples are curled out in every corner making out. So disgusting! I spot two shadowing figure in the distance. I hope it's Lily. Please be Lily.
• It's Lily. In a compromising position. A stupid dude has a strong grip on her wrist and he's forcing her to do what she obviously don't want to do.
• I'm infront them in a heartbeat. "Let her go. She's mine." I don't miss the excitement on Lily's face in seeing me but it only infuriates the stupid dude the more.
• "Sorry dude. Finder's keeper's. She's mine now." Lily tries to pull free of his hold but he pulls her tighter against him.
• My fist forms into a ball ready to meet his stupid face. "She's not up for debate. Let her go now." I never repeat myself but he has made me do it. Twice.
• "And if I don't?" He glowers at me challenging me to do something.
• I turn to my side and before I can turn around. A heavy punch lands on my face. I stagger a little, stump my feet on the ground and retaliate with a stronger punch. And another and another. He looses his stamina and falls to the floor. I capitalize on it by kicking him in the ribs. He's curled up like a rag ball on the floor, coughing and spitting out blood. I kick him again. And again. The sickening sound of flesh against flesh making me excitement.
• I hear Lily scream in the background, begging me to stop. A small crowd is forming. I should stop but I don't. I bend down and grab him by the collar hoisting him upwards. He's too weak to even stand. He's begging me. I lift him higher until his legs are dangling in the air. I smash him against a wall. The sound of his head hitting against the wall is heavy. Everywhere goes silent.
• Lily is quiet. The club is quiet. The only thing I can hear is the frantic beating of my own heart. Slowly he rolls downwards, a smear of blood trailing down until he drops to the ground. Dead.
• He stirs and open his eyes weakly. He's still moaning. He's not yet dead.
• Everyone is running around, calling an ambulance, the cops. Lily is beside me talking, pulling at my arm. But I don't hear her. I don't even see her. I'm seeing my father standing there with a proud smile on his face. Calling me brave. Strong. My father's son. I force my eyes shut.
• But it's true they were all right I'm my father's son. It's the same blood that flows in my vien. It only took longer for my bad blood to spill. I'm no better than my father or my two elder brothers. We are one. Sick. Twisted. And depraved.
• When I slowly reopen my eyes. I see blue and red lights. I hear siren blazing in the background. Two cops standing infront me. They cuff me and shove me into their van.
• Lily has seen me loose control twice. A sign of weakness. And here I was thinking I will ruin her. She's obviously the one that will ruin me. I have to call it quit. I have to put an end to this madness.
• Lily is shouting and crying. They ignore her and drive off.
• To jail.