Night life~

Chapter 9~ Give her back...

**Side note everyone. I'll be using the third-person perspective from now on**

Big chapter!

Valeria did in fact still have a pleasant night at the club. She was able to drink a little more and dance on the dance floor with Mikey. It was a sight for sore eyes for the both of them, smiling and having fun after so long.

When she woke up around noon, she had a splitting headache causing her to groan softly, turning over to her stomach and checking each drawer on each of her bedsides. She couldn't find anything to take care of her headache so she decided to slowly raise herself up, stretching as much as she could without striking the pain, and swing her legs over so that her feet could touch the ground.

"Mikeyyyy..." She groaned out for him. But no answer was made. She continued to walk out of her bedroom, moving through the hallway before going down the stairs to the kitchen to find the medical stuff, somehow he always kept in the kitchen. Good thing she never undressed from the night before or else she would have walked out butt naked in the house. 

"Mikey.. for the love of god, please keep your medical stuff in the bathroom..." She stated as she could see a dark figure sitting on the living room couch. As she tried to reach up for the cabinet, she was still too short but the figure that made its way over and stood behind her was capable of reaching up. 

She realized that that figure was not Mikey. His arm was too large and full of tattoos she did not recognize. The worry and scared now settled in as she didn't want to look behind her, holding the bottle of Advil that was handed to her and kept in her hand tightly. She could feel the figure's breath in her ear as he spoke "Don't move and I won't hurt you" He stated, gently putting a mask over her eyes and ears before enveloping her in his arms to pass through the void.

Mikey POV

It had been a couple of hours since he left home that morning to get groceries and some drinks for the planned campfire he wanted to make with her and possibly invite Az and his crew. He already knew she would be sleeping in given how much energy she was putting on the floor and how many drinks she had consumed throughout the night.

It was already 1 pm by the time he got back home and unlocked the front door. He was expecting her to be eating or dying with her head on the island counter, but that wasn't the case when he brought the first set of grocery bags. He tried to stay quiet thinking that maybe she was still asleep in bed and gave him time to put away all of the bags before heading upstairs with a glass of water and medication for the hangover she would be dealing with.

He thought it was odd, the door was slightly opened meaning she must have gotten up at some point to either use the bathroom or take some medication herself. But as soon as he opened the door, he realized she wasn't in bed. "Val?" he shouted out her name. But no answer. He walked around the house looking at every room and outside but still, she was nowhere to be found. He ran back upstairs to her room and noticed her phone was still plugged in. Odd... she never leaves her phone behind, that woman is glued to it.

"Fuck fuck fuck.. where is she! This is not like her..." He took his phone out and dialed a few of his employee's numbers. Unfortunately, they all answered the same thing 'no' just to see if maybe they saw her. He wasn't satisfied with that answer... He immediately dialed Az's number, impatiently waiting for him to pick up, feeling his hand clench slowly clench tightly.

As Az was sitting on a ladder in his room in his warehouse, hanging a light when he heard his phone ring from afar. Raising two fingers to the earpiece in his ear, he answered it not knowing who it was, speaking with screws in his teeth. "I'm thirty feet in da air, dis better be fuckin' important"