Spilled Wine

Chapter Five

Everything went still and my breath caught in my throat as his bright eyes bore into mine. He raised an eyebrow as if saying 'Do you really have that big of a death wish showing your face back here?"  I'm Amelia Ćosić (A/N: it's a Bosnian last name I wanted to incorporate Italian and Bosnian into this book ) I don't cower away in fear, I control it.

   I smirk at him and toss my blonde hair over my shoulder. Hell yeah I have a death wish, come do something about it! I saunter over to where Emily had taken a seat by the bar. She lifts up four fingers signaling she wanted four shots.

   She slides down two of the shots to me and on the count of three we both throw our heads back and welcome the burning sensation down our throats. Emily like me was also Bosnian. Only from her mothers side though, her father was Italian but she only knows how to speak Bosnian so when we needed to say something discreetly, it came in handy.

   "Jesi li našla onaj čovjek sto traziš?" She asked, tapping her fingers on the marble bar.
(Did you find the man you're looking for?)
   I stilled for a split second but managed to keep my cool, " Ne, ne mislim daje jos ovdje."
(No, I don't think he's still here.)

   She slowly nodded her head as she looked around and then lazily pointed a finger at me.
   "Mislim da lazes ali eto." (I think you're lying but oh well.)

   I took a breath and looked her in the eye, "Necu da njega vidim svom ocima." I spat harshly. (I don't want to see him with my own eyes.)

   She looked behind my and smiled, "Ne moraš, ja ga vidim." (You don't have to, I see him.)

   I instantly stiffen and I can feel him press against me, "Dio mio, I didn't think that you were that stupid, Ciccino." (My god and Darling.)

   I turn around and get close to his face, "Maybe I just wanted to see you again, Dušo." (Baby)

   He scoffs, "I find that hard to believe since the last time you were here you tried to kill my men and left in a fit of rage."

   "You got my friend drunk, what did you expect?"

   "The usual frightened girl who would piss here pants at the sight of my furious state."

   "I'm a Balkan woman, honey. You're nothing compared to us." I wink.

   Emily raises her glass, "Cheers to that, Amen."

   He does a one over on Emily and focuses his attention back to me, "Is your friend here another 'Balkan' woman?"

   "One of the best."

A hum was his only response as he walked over to her standing in full view. Emily's eyes widened a fraction but I noticed. She composed her self as if nothing happened and sent a sloppy smirk his way.

"You remind me of someone, Emily."

Emily gulped and tried to act as normal as possible, "Small world, it was probably just someone who looked like me. Trust me, if remember someone like you."

The man just stared at Emily with an amused look on his face, "I suppose you're right." And just like that it was gone and he was back to looking at me, "I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other, Miss..?"

"You don't deserve to know my name." I said mater-of-factly.

He handsome face turned to stone as he inclined his head, "I see. Well, I'll leave you two girls to your drinks. Have a nice evening." And with that he walked away back to wherever he was lurking.

I whip my head around to Emily, "What the hell was that about?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Don't play that game Emily, you know what I'm talking about."

Her only response was a shrug of her shoulders as she sipped her drink.

"I'll find out Emily. You know I always find out everyone's secrets." I stated as I turned back around. Just as I was getting up to go find the bathroom I heard her whisper under her breath, "Not the biggest one."

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After what seemed like forever of pushing through a sea of bodies to find the bathroom, I finally see the symbol for the women's restroom and I burst through the doors. A bunch of girls give me dirty looks for making a scene but I shrug my shoulders. 'A girls gotta pee, damn.' I manage to find and empty stall and do my business. When I get out the bathroom is empty. I walk up to the cracked mirror and the sound of my footsteps hitting the dirty tiles echo around me. I wash my hands and then splash cold water into my face being very careful not to smear my makeup.

My hands grip the sink and my knuckles turn white. Why is everyone acting so strange. Jessica's not one to get drunk with strangers and Emily is keeping secrets from me. I stare at myself in the mirror. My currently frizzy blonde hair, my black eyeliner complimenting my blue eyes, and my red dress, bright against my tan skin. Everyone assumed I was the dumb Barbie I looked like but I always made sure I got the best grades and stayed at the top of my class. I worked hard for everything and I made sure no one dared to bring me down. I didn't want to be the shy girl everyone pushed around. I want to be strong. I want to mean something. And that's exactly what I intended to do.

***

   I spot Emily dancing in a crowd of drunken bodies, "C'mon Em, Let's go home."

   She looked at me with her glazed over eyes and gave me a sharp nod. She wasn't drunk but she wasn't 100% sober either. To be honest neither was I.

   I grabbed her wrist and led her outside of the club and called Jessica, "Jessica, sweetie, it's time to cash in your punishment. We're both reallllllyyy drunk and we need a ride." I stretched the 'really'.

   I can feel Jessica rolling her eyes and then pouting through the phone, "Fine, I'm coming, Be ready." She mumbled and then hung up.

***

   We saw Jessica's car pull up to the club and when we got in we saw her sitting in pajamas and a messy bun thrown on her head.

   "What? I was watching The Notebook because I was home alone, no thanks to you guys, so don't you dare give me those judgmental looks."

   Emily and I throw up our hand in mock surrender and giggle, "But of course, there is nothing the magical Ryan Gosling can't fix!" We all laugh in agreement.

***

   When we arrive him I open the fridge and toss Emily a water bottle and grab one for myself, "Better try and minimize that hangover we're gonna have tomorrow."

   Emily gives me a thumbs up as she chugs her water. We put them down gasping for breath which triggered them memory of my gasp as the man pressed his body against mine. 'He was carved, I could feel it through his suit.'  His words kept replaying in my head "seeing each other soon." What did he mean by that? I doubt we'll run into each other for a third time! I'll make sure I don't go to that same club again.

   But the one thing that keeping popping back into my mind is the encounter he and Emily had. It was almost as if they knew each other. 'No not possible, I've known Emily almost my entire life and she's never mentioned him or have I ever seen him around her. I shrug my shoulders, 'He's just a weird man, Amelia, that's why.' And even though I agreed with my subconscious, I knew there was something else, and I want to figure it out.

   I mentally glared at myself, 'Stop thinking about him, everything about him screams trouble!'

   'But you like trouble.'

   'Yes, yes I do'

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm trying to piece together how I can make it longer and run smoother.

   Kisses
Amila💋