The Gangster And The Hacker

Chapter 31

Jasper's PoV

We have been lingering here way too fucking long. I will start killing these fuckers if they fucking ask again about my and Mac's fucking fidanzamento (engagement)!

Seriously, it's hard enough to stick with her throughout the party and not fight with her.

If one asks about how we got engaged, the other asks how we met! And even before we could answer those questions, some bitches started to ask when I ditch her or if I would cheat on her.

I had a hard time getting Venere away from those lunatic girls when they asked that. And that's why we're at the bar, where Venere is fucking breathing whiskey.

"Mark better gets some fucking solid info about that Mary. I didn't tolerated hours of torture with so many people just to answer these stupid motherfuckers." She whispered, gulping down the 6th bicchiere (glass) of whiskey in one go. Nuovamente (Again). The bartender looked like he was about to svenire (faint). He probably never saw a woman fucking breathing down whiskey like that.

"Come on." I tugged her hand and pulled her away from the bar. She stumbled a bit but left the bicchiere on the counter. Some random musica (music) was being played in the sfondo (background), I had to distract her from this bullshit or else it would be me carrying her drunk culo (ass) back to the penthouse.

Mark wouldn't be caught dead carrying someone who isn't his sister or girlfriend and he has neither of them in his life. And if I just leave her to be, it's gonna bite my culo. This donna is so unpredictable, she might even shoot me in viso (face) in sleep.

I placed my hand on her waist and pulled her closer to me when we reached the dance floor, where some other people were dancing as well. We swayed with the music on the dance floor.

"Was it really necessary to bring us to the middle of this floor?!" She whispered, anger evident in her voce. I pulled her closer to me again, because of which there was no distance left between me and her.

"Yes. Now shut it. I don't want to hear another word from you." I said when I saw she was about to open her mouth. She glared at me and then rolled her eyes. We continued to dance way too closely, keeping in mind that in front of these people, we are engaged and follemente innamorato (madly in love)

"Be ready for the dip." Before she could protest I dipped her down for a few seconds before bringing her up again, even more closer than before if that was possible and continued to sway with the tune. She glared at me again and I smirked back at her as a reply. We were brought out of our trance when we heard l'applauso (the applause).

We went back towards the bar, my hand still resting on her waist.

"Well that was one hell of a performance by Mr DeLuca and his fiancèe. Yes, you all heard it right! Mr. Jasper DeLuca announced his engagement a few days ago on social media and so whoever thought that it's fake news or they are just bluffing, well they're not!" The hostess said. Her commentary was just like a reporter, utterly fastidiosa (annoying)

"Before I get off the track, let's move on to our next stage of our event. Don't worry y'all, no one has to play any sort of game that's assured." I don't know what's bad- she making stupido (stupid) jokes or the fact that people are laughing at it.

"So like the other dances organized by the organizers before, there's one more dance now. But... there's a catch. The song isn't.. Well why don't we just watch the mystery unfold. After all, what's a Masquerade Party without some mystery?" I dont care what's that fucking mistero (mystery), I am just fucking glad that she exited the floor as soon as she stopped talking.