Toxic and Mine

Ready Set.

"I'm getting scared, Stasi," Destiny says, her grip tightening on my arm. "Do you think they're going to be mad at us?" She looks at me with wide eyes, seeking reassurance. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my own nerves before responding.

"Girl, these are your last days in Italy, and you have nothing to show for it. Aren't you having any fun?" I inquire, hoping to lift her spirits.

"Yeah, but we've been gone for like a week."

"Shots shots shots!" Gisselle screams coming back with a third round.

"Yes!" We quickly throw them back before offering some to Destiny. I glance over and see Manon and Lydia chatting with another group of girls.

"It's crazy how they haven't caught us yet. You're quite impressive, girl," I compliment her. Gisselle grins, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and relief. "Let's keep this streak going until the end," she whispers, her voice filled with determination. "I've never met someone on my level. It's so refreshing. They've been complaining about wanting to go back to the Manor, but we haven't even been to the penthouse party yet," she remark, excitement tingling in my voice.

"Pent house party? I wanna go."

"Yeah, we need to leave now. I've been getting looks from people that are leaving me on edge."

"But I don't want to ruin their good time," I say, glancing over at the other girls who are enjoying themselves here.

"Let us go alone, they'll just slow us down anyway."

"Hey, I'm ready to go home," Bai says, joining us. "Being away with no phone for a week is too much. My parents probably think I've been kidnapped, considering how inactive I've been on Instagram."

"Just get an Uber and tell them we're heading somewhere else. I know you're all sleepy," I yell to them over the music. Giselle is quick to drag me out of the club and into a car, giving the driver directions.

"I'm going to stop drinking before I start crawling on the floor," I tell Gisselle, slurring my words. We've been partying non-stop since I left the manor. I haven't heard from Silva or his family. I can't even tell if he's alive or not.

"This one is more low-key and small. Just don't let them know you're affiliated with the Romanos unless you want your head cut off," she warns, emphasizing the need for discretion.

"Bitch!" I bust out laughing at her crazy ass.

It doesn't take us long to reach the penthouse, where at least a hundred people have gathered. Gisselle greets people as we walk into the house.

"Does your husband know your friends with the opps?" I ask her.

"They're not major competitors, just haters, but Ricardo knows how to throw a party, especially since it's his birthday."

The party was cool and all, with everyone getting hyped, but like the girls, I too was starting to feel a bit tired. Gisselle is a firecracker that can't be tamed, even if you douse her with water. 

 There were girls shaking ass all in the living room where we were but this one girl with red hair was doing the exact most dancing on every man that came up to her.

"It's usually better than this but I think they're all on coke. The kind that gets you all jittering." Gisselle tells me.

"Not only that, supposedly Rick's on PCP and has been acting up all day." Some other girl tells us.

"Yea no, Gisselle we may have to leave a little early."

"Yea that's no joke." She agrees.

"I'm Willa," the girl introduces herself, and we spend some time talking to her. I was chewing on ice, trying to sober up just a little.