I open the door, hugging the cream silk. It was Lucas, he was in black Adidas joggers but he was left shirtless. That dark thick hair on his head looked messy as if he was restless which was coincidental because he looked restless too. "Violet."
"L...
As I entered the club, I felt a wave of eyes wash over my entire being. Not missing a thing that was on my person.
That club was famous for Mafia groups, Deals were made, wars were started, friendships were formed, love blossomed.
I bowed gracefully, lowering my head in respect to then look up at the room and find them all stood, raising their glasses.
"Miss Grimm." They began to toast until a rather annoyed voice butted in.
"It is Mrs. Black, she is my wife." I flipped my head, my hair whipped past, to meet the glare of my "husband".
"Mr and Mrs. Black." The toast was set in stone, they all took a drink before nodding and continuing on with their conversations.
"That. Was uncalled for Lucas."
His hand sharply gripped my jaw, angling my face to his so I looked him dead in the eye. "You are mine Violet, you always have been, you always will be. I don't care if you left for two years but you were always mine. Now be a good girl, play nicely." With a peck to my lips and a pat to my ass he sends me off in the direction of the bar past the dance floor and poles.
"Mrs Black, quite the impression you've made and you've only been here a minute!" The young bartender exclaimed, his strong Italian accent and olive skin was the most dazzling charm he probably had. My eyes skimmed along his uniform, spotting a tag that had "Rome" printed on it. His name was the capital of Italy. I should have named my next kid Moscow or London.
"Rome, I'll have a bottle of Rosé and a pint of Guinness. Thank you." Rome nodded turning to get my order, I twisted round my chair to face the dance floor, it was empty.
The song "beautiful monster" by Ne-Yo started to play and I watched as three girls came up to dance. American, Spanish and African. All three looked like the beauties of their families. I had barely remembered their names, Julia Boston, Maria Gonzalez and Sophia Zimbabwe.
"Come dance with us!" Julia, the caramel blonde invited. I knew how to dance, I was just nervous.
"Here's your order Mrs Black." Rome hands me a bottle of wine and a glass, then informing me he will take Lucas' drink to his table.
"Come on Violet!!" Sophia pleaded, piercing blue eyes searched my brown buttons for an answer. I left my glass and bottle of wine on the side, taking step after step until I was stood right beside them.
"I'm sick of my husband thinking I'm nothing." Maria mumbled, all of us agreed with sympathy.
"If it's one thing I know about Mafia men, it's that they don't like other men looking at their property. I know for sure there are a lot of single men in this club." I chirped up, shocking myself as I questioned where my burst of confidence came from. A hum of agreement had set me off on a never ending confidence streak.
As the chorus kicked in I smiled when I figured out my hips could still move. It didn't take long for the music to totally overtake my train of thought.
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