god of power

Alicia's pov

As I settled into the backseat next to Ariella, with Eli and Creighton in the front, I couldn't resist capturing the moment by taking some fabulous photos of Ariella and me in our stylish outfits and makeup. To share them on my Instagram. "So, who's coming tonight?" Ariella asked curiously. "Just the usual crowd, including your sister and a few other friends," I replied casually. Ariella's voice carried a note of concern as she inquired, "Remi isn't coming, right?" Smirking, I responded, "Well, I may have gave him an invitation to him for a drink or two." Suddenly, Ariella flung her purse at me, pointed her finger, and whined, "I told you not to invite him!" With a suggestive smile and a shrug, I retorted, "I thought it would be a good idea to make him a little jealous by hanging out with a few guys while he's here." "Actually, that's not a bad idea," she muttered, immediately engrossing herself in her phone. As we arrived at our destination, Ariella exclaimed, "Oh my god, we're here! This place is enormous!" She eagerly stepped out of the car, and we made our way towards the entrance, with Eli and Creighton trailing behind.The club was with flashing lights, and people were dancing in every corner. As i was walking towards the booth where my friends sat, I was interrupted by a chorus of whistles. Annoyed, I shot a death glare at the assholes and strutted towards the booth. "Damn, not even five minutes into the club, and you're already getting catcalled. I knew this was a bad idea," Eli muttered as he tapped his temple. "Leave her to fight her own battles, Eli. Besides, she looks hot as fuck," Ava chimed in, hiding her smirk behind a shot glass. Eli's eyes darkened, and he remained silent, his gaze fixed on Ava. The whole table fell into an uncomfortable silence, watching the tension between them unfold. Abruptly, Ava muttered a quick apology and hastily left the booth. "Way to ruin the vibe, Eli. You managed to lose your girl in the process," Remi tsked disapprovingly. "Anyway, why are we just sitting here when we could be dancing and, who knows, maybe we will get laid ," Ariella suggested eagerly, extending her hand as we navigated through the crowd towards the dance floor. Suddenly, I recognized the song that started playing. "Oh my god, Ari, they're playing our song!" I shouted over the booming music as we began to dance. Then, out of nowhere, Ariella's delicate hand was replaced by a larger, colder one. I was taken aback. WHAT THE FUCK