Coming Back To You

~Thirty-one~

Nicolo's POV

"Hey man, you up for going to a club tonight? It's been forever and I'm starting to miss the feeling of being drunk." Jake whines

A series of "sure's" erupt from the FaceTime call except for mine.

I've already got a girl. My bellissima.

"Nick?" I pick out Dante's voice from the others.

"I'm good. I don't feel like being hungover tomorrow."

"Oh come on, Nick."

"You should come."

"Yeah, you're going to miss out."

"Seriously, man?" They all speak out

"Sorry guys but it's true, I don't feel the need to drink today."

"Too bad we can't use the 'there will be girls there' excuse anymore," Antonio says.

"Yeah, seriously."

"Oh come on guys, you can't blame me can you? I can't be drinking when I have to find out who's sending my girl threats."

Silence fills the room for a few minutes until they all shout at me for not telling them about it.

"We would've helped you," I hear everyone agree with Zach.

"The more people who know, the more my Bella's at risk of being injured and I won't be able to handle it. No one touches her."

"If she gets hurt, you won't be the only one affected. She's like a sister to us, Nick. We'll try to protect her so that doesn't happen." I sigh.

"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just that, since I'm associated with dangerous people, she's an easy target for them. I can't have them take her."

"We understand, we won't let anything happen to her when we're at the club. As second in command, I promise we won't let anything happen to her. If I break that promise, you can beat me up until you feel better."

If I lose her, no beating will make up for it. I need her.

I hesitate, I never hesitate, "Okay, but if anything should happen to her, I will kill you with both of my hands, rip open your stomach, and strangle you with your own intestines."

"Yes!" Antonio punches the air.

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At the club

I sit in the back of the alcohol smelling place while girls swarm all over my friends except Zach and me.

I take a sip of whiskey even though I'm underage as Zach tries to start up conversation with me. All I want is to go home to Bella. Why did I even agree to this?

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Two hours later

I think I've had...five or six drinks? I'm not sure exactly but I'm complaining about not being able to see Bella. She's so beautiful. I could drink in her beauty and I'd never feel full.

"Yoo, Nickypoo, you sure are a cutie patootie. No wonder Bella fell for you. If I weren't straight, I'd definitely date you." I roll my eyes at Jakes remark.

"I just want my Bella." I draw out in a whine

Surely after a few years of underage drinking I'd be able to hold my liquor but no, I get drunk after a few drinks. This is outrageous.