The lost Mexican-Italian mafia princess

Chapter 22: The hot one night stand

Hey ya'll just a warning there will be WLW (women love women) sex in this chapter so if you don't role that way skip this chapter there really isn't anything essential that you need to know just Rose having a little bit of fun BUT if you're just pure homophobic gtfo of my book and pg and don't even bother to comment anything of the matter.

I had told the guard to take me to the nearest night club there was because I just wanted to let off some steam, drink, do some dancing and maybe hook up with someone. Honestly at this moment I am not feeling guilty at the thought of having sex with someone else I mean he is the one who said we aren't in a relationship so he doesn't owe me anything than I don't owe anything to him either.

I honestly don't know whether to be mad or sad. I'm just conflicted and want to forget a little while. As we arrived at some random club that David, one of my guards drove me to I told him he could wait inside the car with the other guard who I don't remember the name of but of course they insisted on following me inside.

I had warned both of the guards that anything they see me do is confidential and unless I am in some type of danger to not bother me. They gave me a nod and walked away probably to take guard somewhere around the club where they could see me and make sure I'm not kidnapped or murdered or kidnapped than murdered by some random person.

I made my way to the bar and asked the bartender for two shots of tequila, my favorite since as long as I can remember. I just sat there and drank my tequila thinking about everything that has happened in my life the last several months.

My mother gets murdered by the Russian mafia, I meet my father and grandfather who are both mafia leaders. I meet this guy who we shall not name at the moment and I start to let my guard down and open myself up to him, He gets shot so I help nurse him back to health, I reunite with Alexander my real first love and figure out my mom sold me out to the Russian mafia and have a breakdown after-down which is just embarrassing how I just let my emotions get the best of me.

After that breakdown my life finally seems to get a grip on my new normal. I loved working for my father and training the kids at the warehouse, especially Alex. That girl has great potential. My thoughts are interrupted by a gorgeous woman sitting next to me.

She's tall I say about 5'11 towering over my 5'10 height by just a little bit almost nothing, she has beautiful dark toned skin that looks amazing in the bright orange dress that showed he long toned legs and significant amount of cleavage and the neon lighting of the club, she had short curly hair that looks just I don't know, expensive, beautiful like she put a lot of work into it but it looks so effortless. Overall she was gorgeous.  
"Hey" she said with an accent. I'm guessing she's from somewhere in the Caribbean I'm putting my best beat in the Dominican Republic.

"Hey" I simply said back.

"I'm sorry I just saw you here drinking alone and well thought you might like some company."

"Yea that'd be nice thank you so what brings you to the great country of Italy." I said sarcastically

"Running away from my crazy ex-girlfriend. How about you, you don't have an Italian accent. Who are you running from?"

"I just moved here and I'm running from a man."
We both just laughed it off at the fact that we both are running from our love interests, the irony.

"My name is Darianna"

"Nice to meet you Darianna, my name is Rose" . As much as she was a foreigner and very pretty I couldn't give off my real name. Maybe it's my paranoia but I think it's safer to say that giving her my particle name was the safest thing.