“Five more drinks!” shouted Hazel, moving her purple hair away from her face.
“No, no, I have had enough. I think we should leave,” said Renata who now started to feel the influence of alcohol. She had her head in her palm with her hands resting on the small table of the bar where they were enjoying drinks.
“Spoil sport,” shouted Valentina.
“It’s your birthday, girl! People don’t turn 29 every day, enjoy a little,” giggled Sameeksha and took a sip of her vodka martini. At home, she was the mother hen, but the good doctor knew how to party when outside.
“Yeah, drink!” shouted Valentina and stood up. The moment she stood up, she knocked a glass on the table, and like a chain reaction two more glasses got knocked over.
“Watch it, idiot!” shouted Ambrosia, the short-fuse of the group.
“Calm down, he-he, she made you wet, get it, wet,” laughed Sameeksha.
“Ha-ha,” Ambrosia made the sound but didn’t laugh.
“Okay, shut up both of you! We need to leave,” said Renata.
“You are not our boss. We need more drinks,” shouted Hazel.
“My birthday! My rules! Let’s go home,” scolded Renata. The poor girl stood up to leave but Valentina pulled her back and made her sit.
“One more drink and you can leave. Okay?” said Valentina. Renata nodded and the waiter came with another round of drinks. She gulped her drink in one go and stood up again, but her legs were shaking. It was like she was standing on a quicksand.
Her eyelids kept drooping on their own. She pouted her lips as if that would make her eyes focus. Criss-crossing her legs, she picked one of the bags from the couch. She had no idea whose bag she picked. All she knew was that she came with a purse and was leaving with one.
She fixed her eyes at one single point which was the handle of the exit door. She just had to grab the door and she would be out.
“Wait for us! We are coming too,” shouted Ambrosia.
With her words, Renata’s line of sight shifted. Her eyes fell on an angel. The soft curls kept bouncing on his forehead with every step he took. His kind blue eyes were looking at her. She could not help but hold his gaze.
She wanted to go towards the door, but her legs kept moving towards the tall, handsome man. She didn’t even see all the other men following behind him. All were dressed sharply in suits but the handsome that was pulling at her heartstrings had his tie off and the first three buttons of his shirt were open showing off his perfectly sculpted chest.
Renata gulped and bit her lips. The taste of orange juice and vodka was lingering over her lips. She loved a good screwdriver and by the expression on her face, she was ready for screwing.
She had no idea how, but she was close to the man. Where was the door she was walking toward?
“Where are you going?” shouted Hazel.
“What?” Renata turned around for a second to look at Hazel and felt a hot breath on her neck. She immediately turned around and bumped into the handsome man’s hard chest.
“Oh sorry, sorry!” her speech was slurred. She lifted her head and looked at his beautiful, sculpted face. The sharp jawline, the thick eyebrows, the curly hair, and the slightly pale yet shining skin perfectly matching to his deep blue eyes. “Oh my! You are gorgeous.”
The thin lips of the handsome man curled upside and he scoffed with happiness, “um… thank you!”
“Did… I? Did… I say that out loud?” gasped Renata. The man simply nodded with a sweet smile on his face. “Well, good! I would like to take you home and hav…”
“Ahh…” Valentina came running shouting and placed her palm over Renata’s mouth, stopping her from saying another word. But Renata kept mumbling over the hand and started touching the man.
“I am so sorry! So sorry! She is usually not like this. She rarely talks to men. Alcohol! You know, makes people crazy!” Valentina started dragging Renata with herself.
“Hey! What is your name?” asked the man.
“Why do you need my name?” Valentina raised one of her eyebrows.
“Not yours, hers!” he pointed at Renata.
“Renata!” shouted Renata after abruptly moving Valentina’s hand from her mouth.
“Michelangelo!” the man introduced himself.
“Angel!” sighed Renata. She was right. The man was an angel, that’s why there was a pull to him. She jerked herself free from Valentina’s grip and walked up to Michelangelo. “Today’s my birthday. Wish me! Wish me!” she demanded.
“Happy… Birthday!” said Michelangelo smiling. Renata leaned towards his face. She grabbed his face with her hands and brought his face closer to hers.
Michelangelo was taken aback. He knew what was coming but he had no idea the girl he saw through the window of the pub would be so modern and forward.
He was not the type to get attracted to a girl. But this girl, clad in a short red dress attracted his attention within seconds. The way red silk was hugging her figure was enough to make anyone’s heart jump off their chest.
He ran away from an extremely boring party. His bodyguards and his friends wanted to drink so they chose this restaurant bar. The moment he parked his car, his eyes fell on the five beautiful girls drinking and giggling and eating and having fun.
Every single girl was dressed sophistically. They looked glamorous and rich. But the girl in red was different. She was not only beautiful, but she was also extremely attractive. There was something to her that kept Michelangelo pulling him towards her. Her burgundy hair was matching with her red dress. Gosh! She was hot.
This bar was chosen by her bodyguard, Severino, and boy, he was so thankful to him. It was like his bodyguard knew Michelangelo would meet the girl of his dreams here. He made a mental note to reward Severino later.
He was ready to kiss the beautiful Renata but before their lips could meet, Renata’s hands fell to her side and her eyes drooped all the way.
“Shit!” shouted Michelangelo and instantly wrapped his arms around Renata’s waist and stopped her from falling to the floor. The effect of alcohol was so strong that she fainted in Michelangelo’s arms. He immediately lifted her in his arms, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Renata’s friends, I suppose?” he asked.
“Yes!” all four crossed their hands over their chest.
“Do you guys have a car?” he asked.
“Yes!” replied Hazel.
“Let me carry her for you. Tell me where you parked the car,” requested Michelangelo.
“We are drunk, stupid! Do you expect us to drive? We didn’t bring our cars, we took a cab. We came here to party,” shouted Sameeksha.
“Ok…a…y!” Michelangelo widened his eyes and slightly rolled them. “Let me drop you guys.”
“No, thanks! We will call a cab,” said Hazel.
“We don’t want to give our address to a stranger,” said Ambrosia.
“As if the cab driver will be your father-in-law,” teased the rugged-faced, Severino, who was standing right next to Michelangelo.
“Oh, funny guy! You are so funny! SHUT UP!” shouted Ambrosia.
“Girls! Think of me as your cab driver. You can even pay me if you like, and I will help you carry her. I don’t think she can walk anymore,” suggested Michelangelo.
The girls looked at each other, talked telepathically and through movements of eyes. Finally, they decided to take Michelangelo’s help.
“Fine! You can help us,” said Sameeksha. “Let’s go! We will keep telling you the way.”
“But won’t give me your address? You know I will have to carry her all the way inside your house, right?” asked Michelangelo.
“Don’t push your luck!” scolded Ambrosia. She signalled the girls to follow her, and everyone started walking.
“Hey! Hey! You guys have to pay the bill,” shouted one of the waiters.
“Sev!” Michelangelo signalled Severino.
Severino nodded and walked up to the waiter. He whispered something in his ears and the waiter backed off immediately.
Michelangelo placed Renata in the passenger seat and two girls sat in the middle row and two sat in the back seat with Severino. All other bodyguards followed them in a separate car whereas all the friends of Michelangelo dispersed.
After they reached home, the girls were so under the influence that they forgot that two men were inside their house. All retired to their room after telling Michelangelo which room was Renata’s.
The pounding ache in her head was making it difficult for Renata to open her eyes. She knew drinking so much would be a pain in the ass in the morning, yet her girls made her drink. What is the big deal in turning twenty-nine? Everyone turns twenty-nine.Renata knew what she needed, coffee. A large cup of black coffee would help her or maybe Sameeksha could give her a banana bag. It was good to have a doctor in the house. She sat up but kept her eyes closed.“What?” she groaned. “I understand why my head is pounding. I don’t understand why my whole body is aching. It feels like I spend a whole day in the gym. Shit!” she sighed. She lifted her hand to stretch when her blanket fell from her chest.“What the hell!!” she shouted as she found herself naked. “Ah, girls! What kind of stupid prank is this?” she looked around her room, her red dress was lying at the foot of the bed. “Why would they leave me naked? Stupid, girls!” she groaned.Rubbing her temple with her middle finger she took
Renata was shocked that she slept with someone. She was never that drunk that she would make such a mistake. She brought a stranger home, rather a stranger brought her home. And then she slept with him. Even her friends were not aware of what she was doing inside her room.She ran to the door and brought Severino in. “Just take your… whatever… with you and leave. Leave now!” she commanded.“Yes, yes, sure,” stammered Severino. Last night that girl was happy and sweet and now she was rude and angry. He was a little scared of her.“Boss! Michel! Let’s go!” shouted Severino and moved inside the house. Renata pointed him in the right direction and Severino moved towards her room. He stood by the door and saw four girls giggling and talking to him while he was buttoning up his shirt.“Go? Go where? Dear Hazel is making coffee for me even though it’s Ambrosia’s turn,” he smiled and said loudly so that Renata could hear him.As he thought Renata came running and shouted, “what?”“What?” he a
Severino was tasked to do the most important job anyone in the Siago Mafia Syndicate (SMS) could get. He was told to transport the cargo to the Mafia’s headquarters, Sevendale Club. The Supreme Boss was going to be there and was going to make an announcement.Everyone from all the six coscas was coming to the party. It would be a great opportunity for Severino to shine. All the bosses would now know his name but if only he would carry out this mission successfully. His dream was to become a consigliere and this mission would be the perfect opportunity for him to get everyone’s attention.He took the consignment that was locked in a truck and tasked one car to follow the truck while he sat in the car in front of the truck to make sure the roads were clear. The product was extremely important. So important that every man and woman in the party would bid on them. A grand scale auction was supposed to be held.Everything was running smoothly. There was no law enforcement in sight as the S
Severino walked inside the room and his eyes widened with the turnout. All the big bosses from every cosca were present there, the Venturis, the Babineauxs, the Vasilievs, the Carters, the Zhaos and the Ishidas. He lowered his head and made his way to his new boss.“What happened to you?” asked Michelangelo after seeing minute lacerations on his face and his hands. He tried hard to clean but the blood behind his ears was still present. Michel gave him a napkin to clean it off.“Vigilantes!! They were waiting for us. They ambushed us on the way to the club,” said Severino in a single gulp and downed the two glasses of drinks kept before Michelangelo.“What??!!” shouted Michelangelo and stood up. Every single person sitting in the light and the dark hiding their dark, perverse faces looked at him.“What happened?” Vittore Venturi, a rugged faced man, the leader of Fina Cosca, asked his son, Michelangelo, from the next table over.The table next over had all the biggest parties from the
The whole ballroom stood up with respect. Only the rustling of clothes was audible in the room otherwise the whole room was silent. All looked at the other end of the room where a tall chair was kept. It was like a throne for the Supreme Boss. It was built on a high platform so that the Supreme leader could have a visual of the whole room.A tall man walked in with two women on either side. The man had a certain aura about him. His one look was enough to grab the attention of the people. The black suit he was wearing was about to burst due to muscles. Even though he was old, his handlebar moustache and his hair were black.He never asked for it, but everyone bowed at him the moment he stepped in. He commanded the love and respect of all. After all, he was the man who made SMS, what it is now. He started the auction ring and made all the money for SMS and made it the most ruthless gang in the world.Tikhon Kuznetsova, the ruthless boss of Siago Mafia Syndicate, SMS, was extremely cunni
Severino was in his thought-land thinking about how he arrived in that apartment full of beautiful ladies. Ladies like them were present last night in the auction. Well, the ladies in the apartment were a little old for everyone’s taste but if they were presented in the auction, they would be sold within seconds. “What are you thinking?” asked Renata. “Nothing! Nothing! Just about last night. It was an adventurous one for me,” replied Severino. “He is done, superficially. I have checked all his wounds,” smiled Sameeksha. “Okay, tell me do you have trouble breathing?” she asked. “Um… no, I am fine,” replied Severino. “So, it hurts only when I press your stomach and ribs?” asked Sameeksha. “Yes.” “It’s just bruised. But it would be better if you get an X-ray,” said Sameeksha. “No, no, it’s fine.” “I can get you one in my hospital,” said Sameeksha, “for free.” She tempted him. “Ha-ha, I don’t really care about money. I feel good but I will take your advice and go to the ER if an
Michelangelo’s mind flashed back to the moment Renata approached him and praised him for being handsome. He was remembering how she was curled up against him inside the car. He could smell her lilac scent mixed with the orange flavour coming from her mouth. Her soft cheeks were on his shoulder. She kept mumbling things but they weren’t audible. All the other girls too were under the influence by then. They all were sleeping inside the car with their heads on each other’s shoulders. “Why are we helping them?” asked Severino. “Because they need our help,” smiled Michelangelo. “Michel! We came here to drink, not help someone.” “We can drink after we drop them, safe. So many women are being dragged into the auction ring by us. At least I can save these five,” said Michelangelo. “Do whatever you want. When have to listened to me,” pouted Severino. When they reached the address, Michelangelo flashed a smile after seeing the familiar building. He was glad that the girls lived in his bu
The new week arrived with so many promises. The girls woke up when their alarms rang. Some exercised, some did yoga and it was Renata’s and Valentina’s turn to make the breakfast. Renata was making tea and coffee for everyone while Valentina was cooking eggs and making toast. Renata poured the coffee into cups but her eyes fell on the blue cup that had touched Michelangelo’s lips. She gulped at the thought of kissing him. The way he sucked and kissed all over her body made her shiver. “Are you okay?” asked Valentina. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Why?” asked Renata. “Since your birthday you seem off.” “What? No! I am fine.” But she was not fine. She was having a very specific problem. Wherever she saw she could see Michelangelo. Whenever she would go to her bedroom, she could see him on the bed doing things to her. She could see him in the shower kissing her. She could see him on the couch sucking her breasts. He was everywhere she looked. And she was having a difficult time getting him ou