SIX

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.

The last four days were nothing less than a wrecked hectic mess from having to pack my shit to having to attend my classes. Plus the business management exam that we had today has got my last bit of sanity gone and enraged me to an extremely fucked extent.

And I was definitely not passing that class. The tip of the motherfucking iceberg that is called my wrecked life.

I had Enzo with me and Dalton that stayed over the days saying that he'll be permanently moving here to live with us at our new temporary residence to which I squealed like a schoolgirl.

And Enzo being Enzo laughed at my enthusiasm which reaped him a hard punch to the face.

Dickwad.

I was informed by Althea--that had the balls to call me-- saying that the twins and Enzo, Dalton and I, would be living in the mansion with the twins and some of their people after Gabriel and she left to Spain.

Go figure.

I wasn't okay with the situation, to say the least, but I was assured that they'd stay away from me--by they I meant the stupid fucking twins.

My mother and I parted on good terms even if I was still mad at her for using Baba as an excuse to convince me to hide like a fucking coward from the people that were out for my blood.

After Mama went to our home in Dubai and Althea and Gabriel departed to their own country. My life fell back into its normal and routinely boring pace.

Wake up, go to the gym, eat, sleep, repeat. And it was great.

But the boredom started hitting me hard. And I wasn't going to lie and deny that it has been quite a while since I've had a good fuck to vent out my shit.

That was why I was on my bike heading to RAVENA right now. My favorite private nightclub was owned by an acquaintance and a business partner of my father's.

And I, of course, was alone.

Enzo and Dalton had to check on a big arms shipment that was going to be arriving tonight and it needed their whole attention.

To say that I wasn't starting to lose my shit with how paranoid and overprotective they got because of the target on my back was a fucking big ass lie.

The motherfuckers put me on lockdown even though I was practically their boss.

And with that being said, I was a goddamn assassin that wasn't even allowed to take a job seeing as it might be a trap, according to the two men I called my friends.

So they got the chance to boss me around without getting stabbed in the neck or the dick.

Benefits of being my best friends. I guess.

So, since I didn't manage to convince them to let me go clubbing by myself. I just sneaked out.

The sound of my engine died down as I parked my bike swinging my leg over to fix my skirt that got to my waist during my ride here.

I gave an extra swing to my hips as I sashayed my way to the entrance. The long line of people waited to get in eagerly chatting. I sent Isiah-one of the two bouncers a wave and he let me in with a small smile.

"Welcome back again, Miss Xavier" he greeted with a tight-lipped smile that no doubt shocked most seeing how uptight and huge the man was.

I nodded with a smirk and strode right in.

The dim-lit enclosed royal blue-themed club greeted me. The hint of silver, white and maroon in the elegant space alongside the sultry music in the background as people dance away was an intoxication.

Dangerous people from my line of endeavor made me huff out a laugh. Gangsters, high-ranked drug dealers, mobsters and underground fighters. Some illegal racers too were having the time of their lives.

And the absurdity of how we could do whatever the fuck it is that we wanted made me smirk unconsciously.

We might have tainted the city. But we owned it at the same time.

And we fucking ruled it.

The enclosed space made me get a good feel of the multiple gorgeous specimens lounging at the huge bar and private but open booths.

Some caught my eye as lust swirled in theirs, scanning my frame up but none were that appealing to me. Maybe I was too much of a stuck-up bitch or maybe it was because of how much I needed a good smoke and a fucking drink.

A distraction would be great too.

I made my way to the bar fixing up my garters giving whoever was watching a show as I retouched the secured blades on my thighs spotting one of the few people I actually might call a friend--other than Enzo and Dal- to send her a small tight-lipped smile.

"Hello there stranger, long time no see, huh?" Amara flashed me a wide smirk handing a tall brunette her Martini with a flirtatious wink to the said woman that blushed and grabbed her drink.

"Life is shit," I muttered and she let out a melodious giggle shaking her head.

"Ain't that the truth," she agreed and I gave a subtle smirk rubbing my temples.

"How have you been?"

"Living," my dry answer made her bust out laughing as she turned to serve another person his drink.

"So what are ya havin'?"

"Amara, the usual of course. Thanks." I scanned my eyes over the crowd sighing as I placed my jacket and phone on the counter leaning back when I felt a presence to my left.