*The song for this chapter is Gangster - Labrinth.*
*TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes themes of violence & death. If these themes trigger you then please don't read on & stay safe.*
Celeste
"Are you being fucking serious with me right now, Luca?" I yelled down the phone, trying my hardest to maintain the order of the bar on probably the busiest night we'd had in a while at Haze.
"What the fuck do you want me to do, Celeste? Tony's cars completely wrote off! He and Adam are being rushed to hospital as we speak!" Luca fired back at me down the phone, making me stop my tasks to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.
"So I'm a doorman and barman down on my busiest night? Fucking terrific!" I shot back at him.
I was too angry at that moment to comprehend the severity of the situation that Luca was telling me. I knew it wasn't his fault, nor was it Tony or Adams, but my anger and stress were overtaking me and preventing me from thinking rationally.
"Fuckin' real nice, Celeste. You're leaking compassion right now," Luca sarcastically drawled at me, making my blood instantly boil more.
"Well unless you're planning on coming and filling a position then get fucked, Luca," I shouted down the phone before ending the call and slamming my phone on the bar.
I ran my manicured nails through my hair before proceeding to place both my hands on the bar to steady myself. I took a few steady inhales and exhales, shutting my eyes in an attempt to try and level out my mood. I knew I should have called Papa but the thought of his voice ringing through my ears was enough to cause me to physically dry heave. After our conversation in his office less than a week prior, I still wasn't on full speaking terms with him. We made a few exchanges in passing but nothing more than that.
Was I fuck involving him and his narcissism in the situation I'd found myself in.
Standing myself back upright and shaking my previous anger off, I took a quick glance around the club and made a mental note of the staff I had on duty. All dancers were present, five bar staff and two security on main doors. Ideally, we could have done with more security on main doors and the upper VIP section, but it was too late to call any more men in at such short notice. We'd have to make do with what we had.
I adjusted the tight black bodycon dress that hugged my body before making my way to the front doors of the club where my two security men were guarding the doors. My stiletto's tapped on the club's flooring as I approached them, my face telling a thousand words upon my arrival.
"Tony and Adam have been in a crash. I need your word that you'll be on duty fully tonight. Tony isn't going to be here to keep your asses in check, understood?" I spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, my eyes flickering between the two men in front of me.
Both of them nodded their heads in unison, hands behind their backs as they replied, "Yes, ma'am."
I nodded a simple quick nod before turning on my heels and returning to the main floor of the club. I knew I would have to be jumping between helping the bar and maintaining order in the books; I knew I could have called Lana in for an extra set of hands but it was too far into the night for her arrival to be worth my time.
I was confident in myself that I could make it work with the limited resources I had. I was almost certain that Papa's conversation with me regarding my impulsiveness and skill set was the driving force behind my determination to succeed in this night running smoothly.
