Mafia boss; Chasing the ice princess.

BONUS CHAPTER: BREE'S POV.

I was exhausted. Working with Chloe does that to someone. Chloe was my cousin. We were once close but after that incident, everything changed.

Anyways, I decided to go to the club that Chloe and I went to the last time. I was so stressed after that meeting and I needed to rewind.

I decided to switch things up a bit so I put on a simple black crop top and a white mini skirt.

When I entered the club, I could feel eyes following me but I didn't go to the club to dance or hook up with anyone, I went there to get drunk. And that was what I was going to do.

I went towards my usual private room. Then I was stopped. I raised my eyebrow in surprise at the waiter who stopped me. "Hello?" I said confused.

"I am sorry but this room is already occupied." The waiter said and I snorted. "Yeah right. Please enough with the jokes." I said and the waiter gulped.

"I apologize, Miss Anderson but this room really is occupied." The waiter said and I frowned. "Are you serious? But you and everyone here knows this is my regular room. Please tell whoever is in there to get the fuck out." I said barely keeping it together.

My anger may seem irrational but I was irritated and exhausted. And I never shared what was mine. Ever.

The waiter shuddered. "I-I-I don't think that will be possible ma'am." The waiter said and I laughed. "Impossible? Okay. Impossible to you maybe but not to me. If you aren't going to tell whoever is in there to get out, then I fucking will." I said before shoving the waiter out of the way.

I pushed the door opened and felt my jaw dropping. Then I recalled what Chloe had said. But he is... A terrible person. And I am sure that Marcel Martinez is just like him. After all, birds of a feather flock together. It was at that moment that I realized that Chloe was right. Birds of feather do flock together.

I was shocked and angry... Because sitting right there downing beer was Marcel Martinez. He looked up and almost dropped his cup in shock. "Uhm.. Miss Anderson.. what are you doing here?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"I could ask you the same. But I won't cause I really don't care. But what I do care about is why you are in my private room?" I asked crossing my arms. He raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me? Your private room?" Mr Martinez said and I cleared my throat. "Yes.. my private room. This is my usual private room. So please, kindly vacate the room." I said with a sarcastic smile.

Mr Martinez scoffed. "I am sorry but I am not sure that I understand you. You want me to leave the room for you?" Mr Martinez said and I smiled.

"Yes.. I think you understand me quite well. I need my private room, so I would appreciate it if you would get out." I said biting my lips.

Mr Martinez tutted. "Hmm.. I am not really in the mood for a argument. But I can't leave this room for you also. Maybe we can share?" Mr Martinez said and I snorted.

"I am sorry... But I don't share what is mine." I said and Mr Martinez raised his eyebrows. "Technically, this room is not yours. It is not like you bought it or anything. Also, if you are not willing to share then please go find another room." Mr Martinez said sounding exasperated.

I pouted. He was right. I wasn't really the owner of the room. But I couldn't find another room. I liked this private room the best.

"Fine." I said sitting in the couch opposite him. I looked up at the waiter who had been watching quietly from the side. "Get me ten bottles of the strongest beer you have... On second thought make that fifteen." I said.

The waiter nodded and walked out. I looked up at Mr Martinez to find him staring at me in shock. "What?" I asked confused. He cleared his throat. "I thought you don't share what is yours?" Mr Martinez said and I tilted my head.

"I don't." I said smirking a bit. He smiled. "Oh.. but why are you buying beer for me then?" He asked and I snorted. He raised his eyebrows confused. I cleared my throat still amused.

"Who said I was buying anything for you?" I said and Mr Martinez's jaw dropped. "If you are not buying for me... Then are you going to drink all that yourself?" Mr Martinez asked and I nodded.

"Yes.. why?" I asked and Mr Martinez shook his head. "Nothing... But you sure can handle your drinks." Mr Martinez said and I smirked. "I can but not as much as Chloe." I said as the waiter walked in pushing the trolley with my drinks.

***

I was drunk. It only took me twenty bottles but I was drunk. And so was Mr Martinez. "Another dwink.. drank.. drink.. another drink." Mr Martinez yelled and I chuckled.

"Another one? No bring two moreeee." I yelled. He looked at me before squinting his eyes at me. "Hey.. I know you. You are Bree Anderson... Wow, you are pretty." He muttered and I smiled goofily at him.

"I am pretty aren't I? I knew it. You are also handsome.. very handsome." I mumble standing. He smirked at me. "Thank you.." He slurred out before standing also.

I scrunched my nose at him. "Why are you standing? Why am I standing?" I said scratching my head. Mr Martinez grinned. "Inough dwinks.. wait that came out wrong.. enough drinks.. yes, let's go out. Let's go have fun." Mr Martinez said and I nodded rapidly.

"Yes.. great idea Mr Martinez." I grinned and Mr Martinez shook his head. "Hey.. call me Marcel." He said and I nodded. "Okay .. but you have to call me Bree also." I said and he smiled.

"Okay Bree." He said and I chuckled. I turned to the door and pointed at it. "Onwards.. Marcelll. Let's goo." I said and Marcel nodded.

I have no idea how we got out of the club but ten minutes later, we found ourselves standing outside the club. "Let's go this way." I said pointing left. Marcel shook his head. "No... Let's go this way." Marcel said and I stroked my chin.

"Hmm.. which way to go? Ahh.. I have an idea let's play rock, paper, scissors to know which way to go. If I win then we go right..left? We go my way. But if you win, we go your way." I said. Marcel stared at me before shrugging.

"Okay. Rock, paper, scissors." I said and put out a clenched fist. Marcel put out a scissors. I grinned before I started dancing around. "I winnnnn.. we go leftttt... I mean righttrt... I mean, my way." I said and Marcel pouted.

"No fair. I wanted to put out a paper. Let's do it again." He said and I shook my head. "No way... I won alreadyyyyy.. " I said dragging Marcel my way.

***
I woke up suddenly. "Please... Please.. tell me that was a dream." I said but something in me told me that wasn't a dream.

Then I felt something wrapped around my waist. I looked down to find arms that weren't mine wrapped me. Slowly, I traced the arms to find.. a shirtless Marcel Martinez on my bed wrapped around me.

Suddenly, he woke up. And next minute we were both screaming. And then a knock on the door snapped us both out of our daze. That was when I realized the knock wasn't from my apartment door but from my room door.

"I am so fucked." I muttered running a hand through my hair. "So fucking fucked."