Santi's Downfall

Chapter 34: The Realization

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

Santi Marchesi's POV

My fun time at the strip club was interrupted when a bunch of guys invaded my private room and started causing chaos inside. One of them even starts sending the strippers out of the room.

I squinted, trying to focus on the faces of these men who had come here uninvited. Even though my vision was slightly spinning, I recognized the face of Marco Orsini, who was looking down at me with a vexing smile. Why the hell was he here? Isn't he supposed to be in Rome? With him, was my cousin, Nico.

Great. Now I knew why the hell he was in Sicily. Nico must tell him about my whereabouts and now he was here to give me a major pain in the ass, unsolicited opinion. If my head didn't hurt like here, I already started lashing out at these two who keep meddling in my life.

The silent room moments ago now feels like a public market where people are talking at once. The private show I was enjoying before they barged in was now a place for their reunion. I looked to my side most of them were Marco's friends enjoying the expensive bottle of booze I had ordered. I would not pay for the alcohol I didn't drink. They have to chip in for the bill for the spirits they consumed.

"...are you listening to me, Santi?"

I groaned when I heard the demanding voice of Marco. I was busy glaring at the trespassers who were having a good time on the opposite sofa when Marco was demanding my attention.

"My head hurts. Don't talk to me." I said and I wasn't lying. It felt like someone was pounding my skull at this moment.

"That's only understandable after you nearly reside here in this strip club and probably consume half of the stocks of their liquor. You're doing a pretty good job if you'll ask me." Marco stated sarcastically.

I glared darkly at my cousin who was now enjoying having a drink with these men. "I see that my consigliere was busy gossiping me to other people. I thought the first job of a consigliere is loyalty to the boss. It seems you didn't get the memo, Niccolo."

My damned cousin merely looked at me with an arched brow. "I got tired of babysitting you around just because you have a broken heart."

Someone whistled nearby and I didn't have the chance to catch who was that bastard or else he will never see the next daylight. "Darn it. Shots had been fired."

I raised my middle finger to him in return. "Damn you. I am not broken-hearted as you keep on saying. Why will I be?"

"Then, my bad..." Nico replied indifferently. "I just assume since you've been to this strip club for seven straight days now and you never even once tempted to fuck a willing stripper. That's not like you, cousin."

"This is getting interesting." Someone commented again from the sidelines. I am having a hard time keeping track of the people who were mocking me at the moment so I could get back at them once I am not dizzy any more.

"My sex life is not anyone's business but for me!" I said indignantly. "All of you, get the fuck out of the place. I rented this room myself and I don't want company. Get out now or else..."

"Or else what?" I heard Enzo Fiorenza's voice somewhere near me. "What will you do? Trashed within an inch of our lives? How will you do that when you barely manage to stand straight without getting dizzy? Do you think you can knock dead the eight of us?"

"I can and I will," I announced arrogantly as abruptly stood from the sofa. I made a fatal mistake just to prove my point because of the sudden gesture I felt the ground beneath me started to spin and I had a difficult time balancing myself.