One ruled in the spotlight, the other ruled in the shadows. Jackson and Leonardo Sicario were known as the Kings of New York.
Their parents are infamous, their last names brings chills, it's said that if you look one of them in the eyes, all you se...
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"Give me your trust. Look me in the eyes and confess your lust."
~
Hermione
FROM the moment Andrea finished our make up I felt like I stepped into that dark girl aesthetic era. I couldn't help but love how tge confidence immediately flowed into me.
When we got into the Uber to go to the club. My phone begin to ring nonstop calls from Ricky and Leo. I decided it was best for me to turn it off. Because every time it rung I would think about turning around and going home.
However as soon as we got inside the club, any doubt about tonight dissolved. Andrea in her own little black cut out dress pulls me to the bar.
"What do you drink!?" Andrea shouts over the loud music.
"I'll take two shots of Patron with lime!" I shout back sliding the card Leo gave me a while ago for emergencies only.
Andrea face molded into a surprise expression, "Okay girl! I like your speed!"
As she turns to order our drinks, I give the club a scan through. It was nice club, more than nice; it just gives rich vibes. The crowd on the dance floor was wild and dancing hard like nothing else mattered. Bottle girls carried buckets of bottles and hookahs to sections. The bar is also surrounded by a lot of people.
"Here!" Andrea says as she hands me my first shot. We both take the two shots of Patron back to back and ate the lime.
Britney Spears I'm a Slave 4 U blasted through the speakers of the club, and my inner teenage girl has gone crazy.
"Britney!" Andrea and I both shout simultaneously. For a second we just looked at each other shocked, then on cue we made our way to the dance floor laughing.
As soon as we found the perfect spot. Our bodies began to move to the beat. I sway my hips and spin around as I let the beat and the Patron take me to another world. For what seems like hours Andrea and I kept dancing and going back to the bar to take shots. I feel like the more alcohol I took, the less of the pain I endured from dancing in stiletto heels.
Suddenly the dj mixes songs and Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna fills my ears. I couldn't help but dance a little harder, clapping my hands to the beat and singing the lyrics. I felt the seductive eyes of men on me all night. Andrea and I had to tell nearly five guys total that we didn't want to dance.
But the feeling of a penetrating gaze caused me to look up. And there he stood, his dark angry eyes set on me. I watch as he grips the railing from the upper VIP section. Smirking and thankful for liquor courage I begin to dance more seductively. Touching all on my body, as my hips roll and sway to the beat.
As I turn back around to look up at him once more; he vanished. Maybe I am a little too drunk and I imagined seeing him. My subconscious might be telling me it is time to go home. I miss him so much.
