The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 26: Jealousy Jealousy

Bonsoir bitches.
Here's an early update before I black out watching the Euros finals🥲.

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"You can let go of my waist now Damien." I warn him through the side of my mouth.
"People are watching even when you don't notice them." He enlightens me.
"Let them watch me sock you in the throat if you don't remove your hands from me." My smile contradicting my words.
He removes his arm slowly until I felt even his last fingertip draw away from my waist.
"Don't beg for me to touch you again later." He smirks as I attempt to punch him in the balls though he sadly catches my wrist before I can carry it out.

"Damien." A voice calls from in front of us as we enter what seems to be the main room. It was grande if anything, chandeliers reaching from the ceilings with over decorated walls.
My eyes meet the voice which happens to be another man, older than me though not by a lot. He approaches us.
"Aroan." Damien sighs not impressed at the sight of this man. I was confused as to why?
"Not alone it seems." He smugly eyes both me and Damien.
"I don't see how it is your concern." Damien replies subtle anger lingering in his voice. Honestly I was surprised he hadn't shot him yet.
The man I've come to know as Aaron doesn't answer Damien, instead focuses his attention on me. "You are?" He asks rudely.
"Snoop Dogg?" I screw my face pushing away his hand that tries to shake mine.
"She's my girlfriend." Damien intervenes.
"Well I wouldn't go that far." I exaggerate.
"Really love? I would." He replies.

The man continuously shares his vision between us, "Damien Cortez? With a girl?" He splutters.
"Sorry who are you? Damien who is this...thing?" I ask confused.
He sighs profusely, "No one to concern you love, why don't you go to the bar. I'll join you later." His words were more of a warning, my guess is they had some things to work out.
"Fine I'll go sit at the bar with all the fine men." I smirk noticing his jaw clenched at my words.
"Yeah, you do that Tallia." He rolls his eyes.

I do so, analysing them from a distance whilst sipping on my second or third, possibly fourth glass of champagne. Sierra sits opposite me interrupting my Dandelion analysis.
"Tallia, what exactly is this?" She asks.
I forgot she knew nothing of the Mafia.
"A gang linkup." I say, well I wasn't lying though she'd take it as sarcasm.
She asks more questions though her voice fades in my head as a see someone approach Damien. A girl, she was pretty; they all are but the two look like they know each other...very well.
"Sierra." I call stunned.
She hums shutting up and initiating for me to speak. I turn us around so now she can see Damien and I'm facing the other direction.
"Tell me what Linguini is doing." I ask well demand of her.

"Talking to a girl." She mutters until her eyes widen.
"What? What's happening?" I panic.
"Her hand is like on his chest." She makes the finger movements emphasising it.
Huh. Bitch?
"Oh...oh god." Her face turns more vile.
"Sierra." My eyes widen waiting for her to speak.
"She's now...stroking his arm?" She splutters.
"Stroking? What do you mean stroking?" I panic.
"You know? Like up and down. Like your playing a guitar...vertically?" She explains.
What the fuck is she talking about?
"I don't get it, act it out on me." I ask her.
"No what? Do you want everyone to think that we're together?" She raises her eyebrow at me.
"Sierra no one gives a fuck," I roll my eyes.
"Yes but like I don't want people thinking my standards are that low." She eyes me.
"I will shove my heels in your mouth." I aggressively mutter.

My anger is cut off when I see her face worsen, "What? What's happening now?" I ask suddenly.
"Her ass is abnormally close to him." She nods.
I choke on my champagne at her words.
"Wait, what is he doing?" I ask.
"Nothing, he doesn't seem bothered." She tells me confused.
I mean, it didn't confuse me. We weren't together really so he could do what he wanted however this wasn't giving our fake relationship a good name. I can't have people thinking (people being him) that I would allow myself to look that stupid.