Ugly Ronney: mafia romance [English]

Chapter 20-1

The Mercedes-Benz was speeding through the streets of the city. Aaliyah and Ghita, sitting in the back of the car with me, didn't seem worried about Cyliane's aggressive driving. With the windows rolled down, I let the wind whip my face. The fresh air felt good. The girls, also pretty drunk, were screaming and laughing. Cyliane turned up the music.

"You're going to wake up all of Sheryl Valley screaming like that!" she said.

"Cyliane, relax and drink with us," replied Aaliyah, powdering her nose before patting her hair.

"I'm driving! One of the four of us has to be responsible in this group."

We laughed and poured ourselves another glass of champagne.

"To Ronney and her great hips, which loosened many ties tonight!" shouted Ghita as she lifted her glass above her head.

I threw my head back and burst out laughing.

"Peter must be looking for the dress everywhere," Aaliyah yelled.

The girls had taken me with them, directly after the show, without leaving me time to change. Camilia's assistant had to be, at this moment, pulling his hair.

"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to regain my composure.

"To the Dream Diamond!" Cyliane replied, her eyes still on the road.

I suddenly stopped laughing. My whole body stiffened.

"Wh... What? I may be slightly drunk, but I'm conscious enough to know that's your brother's club. Why are we going there?"

"To piss him off!" the girls shouted in unison.

Ghita leaned toward me.

"Ronney, Yeraz will soon be too busy to worry about his family. His birthday is coming up, and Christmas is in two days. We thought our little surprise visit to his club could be his present."

"But I'm dressed like a..."

I left my sentence hanging.

"Exactly. It will be even more fun!" said Aaliyah.

A valet picked up Cyliane's car and we stumbled toward the club entrance.

A man opened the doors. I recognized him immediately; it was the same man I had seen the first time I'd come in. He didn't seem to recognize me. Not very happy to see us, he asked his colleague to come and join him because of a "problem."

"We're the big man's sisters!" exclaimed Aaliyah, completely drunk. "We aren't a problem, you jerk!"

The head of security, a short young man with a teacher's pet haircut, arrived as backup.

"They're completely wasted," the doorman whispered in his ear.

The doorman cleared his throat before talking to us in a very courteous manner.

"Ladies, the club is full tonight. You and your friends should find somewhere else to finish the night."

"No!" said Ghita. "Screw you. And don't you dare throw us out, because you'll be sorry."

The two men exchanged glances. Inconvenienced, the security chief sighed.

"Please, we don't want a scandal. Don't make us call your brother to settle this dispute--"

"We don't care," Cyliane cut him off. "Come on, girls, let's go!"

We ran up the hall without looking back. Our laughter echoed through the walls. It was the most exciting time of my life.

Ghita leaned over the bar and ordered a glass of gin. The waiter looked down into her cleavage for a few seconds and swallowed. She turned to me and asked what I wanted to drink.

"A glass of red wine."

"Very classy," observed Ghita. "A true woman of the world, Ronney."

She turned back to the bartender.

"Put it on my brother's tab, your boss!"

I couldn't help but smile at her casualness. Part of me admired her.

I left to join Cyliane and Aaliyah, who were dancing on the dance floor. The alcohol in my blood made me forget how short, tight, and see-through my dress was. All those eyes on me would have made me run away under normal circumstances, but I was in a completely different mindset and didn't worry about it tonight.