Devil's Snare

Chapter 10- Clumsy son of a.......

Alzea and the party planned to reach the club at 9ish. She was dressed in a wine sequin beaded dress with a bomber jacket; it is so unlikely of her. But it was all about pushing the boundaries, she told herself; with no makeup, she put on her mac powder kiss in sumac. The girl loved lipsticks. She could live without food, but not without lipsticks. In a word, she looked sultry but not cheap.

As soon as she walked out, her roommate wolf-whistled. Blake was born without a zip on her mouth. Her roommate handed out Alzea 5' inch heels. Looking at those, she let out a laugh, eyeing Blake. "Are you expecting me to walk in those or fall on my face? You know I am clumsy and can barely walk in flats".

"Oh. Come on, Alzi, you admitted you want to push your boundaries, right? Wear these and feel the confidence surging through your veins," said Blake, convincing her to wear those.

"Oh. And Alzi, never commit the same mistake twice unless he is hot," she winked.

The girl budged, finally putting them on, and she felt confident. They reached the club at 9. The club was too crowded for her liking. Closed spacing made her nervous, not precisely claustrophobic, but nervous. Call it PTSD or past trauma. Her gut feeling showed something was going to happen, but she brushed the surface off to the side, telling herself her anxiety made her feel this way. She promised herself that she would work on her anxiousness.

They entered, and she immediately loved the ambiance; she got drunk. She had never drunk before. Matt followed her to the bar. Alzea was looking at everything curiously. This is her first time stepping into a club in her dress.

Looking at nervous Alzea, Matt squeezed her hand, "Relax, Zea, you look like someone is going to eat you; calm down and have this; you will be fine," she said, handing her a drink.

"Zea," she smiled, saying," I liked it." Nobody ever called me that; it's different" she took the drink and looked at it.

"Oh. Come on. Drink it; you will be fine," said Matt, bringing it closer to her lips. He licked his own, looking at the glass at the edge of her lips. Alzea, unaware of his intentions, thought he was being friendly; the girl did not know what he was feeling. Matt was attractive, your bare white boy, you could call. Alzea doesn't even know what she wants, but according to her, he is her friend.

She took the drink from his hand and gulped it in one go. It burned her throat. "What is this?" she asked, coughing.

"Don't worry, it's not poison," he said, handing her another glass. "Yep. that's exactly what a serial killer would say". She said, looking at that drink and eyeing it suspiciously.

"It's a tequila shot," Matt uttered to an unwilling Alzea.

"Oh. But I should've asked this before the first drink, I guess,". she said, taking it in. The second drink felt better and didn't burn her as the first did. She immediately took the lemon and squeezed it between her lips.

Matt was losing his calmness, so he moved closer to her. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Zea"?

Alzea laughed hard, looking at him. This made her lose the lemon between her lips. "I thought I was the drunk one, not you. Why are you spewing nonsense, Lmao...?"

Matt chuckled at her playfulness. "You are delightful, Zea. Do you know that?"

"I call that being dumb," Alzea interrupted him. "I like dumb," he said.

She looked at him and said, "you like dumb?", She looked at him and the drink "hm. I am one drink away from catching a train to psychoville, so I would say don't feed me more drinks and add to my psychopathy."

Matt laughed; her quirks made her unique. "You are everything but that, Zea." She is something, he thought.

She laughed, "you do not know what I am, wait.... That sounded stupid to me. How would you know about me? We only know each other for a few days... ignore it."

Matt chuckled; she was babbling... "Will you be my girlfriend, Zea"? he asked. That made Alzea stop whatever she was doing.

She looked at him and laughed. "Bro. are you okay? You need to go home and take a nap. Maybe that will ease your delusions."

This is what Matt loved about her, her playfulness and willingness to say whatever she wanted to without hurt to anyone around her. Drinks made her playful; she was always grounded and in control, but......, these drinks made her let out all her inside thoughts.

"Delightful......." she scoffed and walked away. She was drunk, trying to forget memories of her past, wanting to bury those deep in her hippocampus. She never wanted those to the surface. Those made her cry. Every single memory is a stab in her heart. Her body was swaying for the beats. She never knew drinking could feel good, so good that she did not understand what was surrounding her. Maybe that's why they say alcohol is addictive, and perhaps people find it challenging to come out of the addiction.

She climbed on top of the bar, throwing her jacket into the crowd, forgetting the world around her. People were cheering for her; nobody seemed to care about anything. It is almost like this was an entirely different planet.

Behest known to her; someone was watching her up from above. Watching her since the moment, she stepped into the club, one in the shadows and one from the light.

The next moment everything went down; she lost her footing and plunged deep down. She was going to kiss the ground, but someone caught her. "Clumsy son of a...:" she stopped looking at him. She doesn't want to curse.

"Maaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyy!!" She slurred two knots higher. "Put me down. You are dunk," she said, forgetting she was the drunk one.

Matt put her down, laughing at her actions. He was enjoying it a little too much. She walked into the crowd and continued to dance.

Rafael had been at the same club since morning trying to set his businesses up. It stressed Vic and Rafa. With different things going on in both of their minds. Maya feared Vic, not knowing if she wanted to part ways with him. Rafa was stressed that he couldn't find the girl. He looked down from his VIP lounge, hoping to find someone to hook up with tonight.

Just as he was about to look further for someone to hook up with, he saw her. The woman that has been on his mind for the past few weeks. He was looking at her from up his king-like quarters. She was dancing, this girl, and her dance, he thought. He will have her tonight, and no one will stop him.

Just as when he was about to act, Silas called his instincts "Capo." "Hmm," he responded, still looking at the girl looking at everything in the club curiously.

"We got intel that Marcel plans to expand further to get his footing into NYC and Chicago. He met with Draykov since their successful gun deal and wanted to tip off Interpol to help raid our casinos."

Rafael's gaze did not wander off from the girl who was now with a guy. He was not even paying proper attention to what Silas was saying. Who is he? And why are they taking drinks from him? Is she a real whore? He thought, even if she is? Why isn't she moving into a room with him?

"Capo!" Silas called again.

This time, Rafael's gaze shifted away from the girl to Silas. "I will talk to brother about this. Meanwhile, we might have to strengthen the records of our legal businesses. With our liquid cash, buy off some yachts and invest some in oil rigs. That will make our cash white. And regarding drugs and those guns, transfer them to some local thugs, offer them money to store them and operate businesses in their names, but threaten them with the lives of their families so that they won't double cross us. I will deal with the rest."

His gaze shifted to look for the girl, but she wasn't there this time. He looked for her, stepping down to the regular section and looking for the girl....

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Alzea is going to meet Rafa soon... I hope you are as excited as I am to write it...