If That Is What You Want✔

6

Lyra slammed Anna in to the wall hard enough to make Anna cry out in pain then let her go. Anna folded over holding her head.

"For the record, I'm not French, I'm Italian American come at me reckless again and I will fuck you up. Next time, your face won't be as lucky." She started washing her hands. "As far as what just happened, it's between us. You tried to attack me and I defended myself. Understand that no one wanted you physically hurt." Lyra dried her hands. "With that said, Larry wishes to have no further contact between his brother and you. I personally don't care what you do when I'm not around." Lyra checked her appearance then left the bathroom and Anna finally stood up straight.

Lyra sat down between Larry and Laurent.

"Where you two go?" Larry asked.
"We were in the ladies." Lyra responded as Laurent moved her hair to his face.

Weirdo.

"She leave?" Larry asked eagerly.

Lyra looked around finally spotting Anna in the crowd then briefly pointed towards her as she slowly made her way back to VIP. Larry rolled his eyes and mumbled his favorite insult. Dumb bihh.

Anna avoided eye contact with Lyra, while Lyra looked directly at her with a blank expression. She stood in front of Laurent waiting for him to acknowledge her. Laurent's left hand was on Lyra's right thigh while his right hand was in her hair. Lyra raised an eyebrow in response to Anna still standing there.

"Did you need something?" Lyra asked after a few moments.

Laurent looked up thinking Lyra was talking to his brother but he was leaning over talking with Angelo, the owner. Anna rolled her eyes at Lyra and reached for Laurent's left arm. Laurent started cursing at Anna for touching him. Lyra grabbed Anna's hand and forcefully removed it.

"Was I not clear before?" Lyra asked angrily. Lyra heard snickering from beside her; Angelo and Larry.

Lyra's short fuse wasn't a secret, both Larry and Laurent had witnessed it before. Although her anger is usually directed at Larry.

But Lyra was further angered by the fact they were laughing at that poor girl's pain, in her face. Anna didn't deserve to be treated like that. Maybe if she'd found some sort of closure, or a clear understanding of why she and Laurent were over before tonight.

Lyra sympathized with Anna, because she was certain it won't be long before the girl whose pain they were laughing at would be her. Just another dumb girl that fell for one of them, only to have her heart broken when they grew tired of her and cast aside.

"Get your hands off me, bitch! You don't know anything about me!" Anna yelled and snatching her hand from Lyra's grasp.

And here we go with the recklessness.

Lyra raised an eyebrow at Anna's jaw tightened. Laurent slowly removed his hands as Lyra stood up and Anna quickly moved away.

Larry's laughter was loud and quickly becoming obnoxious. The brunette looked at Laurent, who had conveniently chosen that moment to join his brother's conversation.

"I know you weren't coming off at me like that." Lyra menaced. "Where you?"

Lyra took another step towards Anna. The brunette flinched and her eyes widened when Lyra pushed a stray hair behind Anna's ear. Lyra shook her head letting her hand drop then nodded her head towards the exit. Anna ducked her head and scurried away.

Lyra sighed as she watched Anna quickly made her way towards the exit. She heard a lot of laughter when she turned around. Laurent had moved where his brother was sitting. Larry was laughing so hard he was on the floor.