Obsession.

Chapter 3 ~ Coke and Rum

Everything is a blur.

The purple and red glow coming from the neon sign is burning into my skin. We have already been outside for ten minutes waiting for Mr. Schiavon to arrive.

I can hear the bass pounding from inside. It isn't as loud as my heart beat though. The cool air keeps sending chills down my exposed skin. I am dressed in the sluttiest black and white outfit I could put together. They couldn't keep their eyes off of me the entire ride over.

Mine couldn't resist Valen.

His tight black dress shirt only has the bottom two buttons done, and it is tucked into his gray skinny jeans. His sleeves are rolled revealing his tattoos I have never seen before. He has on silver earrings, and a long necklace with a cross at the end. It rests against his massive chest so perfectly.

I want to rip it off with my teeth.

Amir also looks pretty damn good. He has his short sleeved shirt open at his chest too. His tattoos fit him so well. He has bands around his arms, and Japanese lettering down his left one. I love how he wears thick boots with everything. It suits him.

I really wish I had some water with me. Vodka would help too.

Eventually my hearing comes back to me, but I discover that everyone is silent.

"Valen?" I say shyly.

"Hm." He says, still lost in his phone.

"Do you know what Dante looks like?"

"No, but you said he is Venezuelan. He should stick out like a sore thumb next to all of the Serbians."

"Alright..."

I look up at Amir, who is standing next to me. I guess he can detect the nerves.

He leans over so he is level with my ear.

"You'll be fine." He says quietly.

His reassurance gives me the calm I need to push through a little longer. I smile back at him.

We see Mr. Schiavon walk towards us.

"Ready?" He asks.

Everyone nods, and we follow him single file around the back of the club. I think he just drops his name and the bouncer let us all in. There is a large table with leather seats for us to sit at. Coda runs off to get us beers.

Sitting next to Valen gives me goosebumps. My breath is uneasy every time he is in my sight. I'm such a small person compared to him.

Coda returns with 5 beers. He hands them out to each of the guys.

"And we have a lite for the little one." He says, presenting it to me like he is my butler.

I spot his beer in his other hand, so I grasp it at the neck and take a swig. I'm not in the mood to be patronized.

Valen and Carlo laugh at this. Coda is just upset his beer is now a lite.

We sit and chat for a little longer. When I am mid-drink, I hear Mr. Schiavon's warning.

"Here they are."

I look up and see a lot of slavic men enter.

"Mileva, sit at the bar closer to the bartender." Valen says.

I take a deep breath before I go. I'm on my own now.

I drag myself over to the bar and look around to see if I can spot Dante.

Valen was right. I spot him in the middle of all the Serbians easily. The memory of him from ten years ago flashes into my head. His brown eyes might of well have been in a time capsule. They were preserved so perfectly.
He is still a little young looking. I guess the shaven face helps with that. His black hair is tied up into a messy bun behind his head. From what I can see, his torso and arms are covered in tattoos. He has on a black t-shirt tucked into jeans, and a orange collared tee over it covering all of the ink. On his neck there is a silver pendant.