Mafia Parade

20 | A bold Emilia

"Where is he?"

I furrowed my brows as I saw Daniel heading towards the busiest side of the city; clubs were on both sides of the road.

"Can't you see that I'm taking you to Mr. Blandelli ?"

Daniel blew a long breath and he looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

"I know," I huffed as I crossed my arms and then mumbled almost to myself as I looked at the gun on my lap; Daniel told me to give it back but I refused to, "what am I going to say when I see him?"

"Tell him what you are feeling." Daniel muttered lowly almost not wanting me to hear what he was saying, "he will surely tell you about what he is feeling as well."

I raised one of my eyebrows at the 6ft-tall-robot-slash-giant-almost-emotionless bodyguard who was focusing on the busy road ahead of us.

A huge grin broke into my face as I nudged Daniel only to make him dart daggers at me.

"I didn't know big boy gives advice."

The 'are you serious' look he gave me made me laugh out loud. But soon my laugh died as tears welled in my eyes and I started sniffing.

"What if he doesn't feel the same?"

Daniel sighed and didn't say anything as he pulled over some huge night club. My eyes were way too blurry to be able to make out its name.

"Just go in and do what you want to do," Daniel was already holding the door wide open for me to step out, "I will be outside in case you want a ride back home."

I nodded slowly as I stepped out of the car, the blowing music that was coming from the club was near deafening; but I made my way towards it anyways as I put the gun inside my short's band.

One of the guard's eyes connected with mine as Daniel whispered something to him. As they finished talking, I was told to follow the guard to the inside; Daniel no longer with me.

I stepped inside and walked behind the guard in suit towards the main ientrance; the closer we got the noisier it became.

As soon as we got in, smell of alcohol, sweat and even sex hit me like a wave of nausea, and I resisted the urge to puke as I kept taking in my surroundings.

The lights were blinding and I couldn't quite make out how exactly the place looks like.

But it sure as hell is huge.

My eyes wandered to the dance floor which was crowded with hyperactive sex-maniac adults, teenagers, you name them.

As I looked over at the bar, I tapped the guard I was following on the back to gain his attention; which I thankfully did.

He gave me a questioning look but all I did was point to the bar; I actually needed to drink more since I'm seeing Eric.

The guard just sighed and turned his heels toward the bar making a grin break onto my face.

As I looked over at the people who sat at the bar that what thankfully dimly lit, men in suits and gorgeous women in cocktail dresses invaded my sight and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Combats boots, leather black shorts and a white tank top, not that bad.

I half-shrugged as I felt someone tap on my shoulder; to find that it's the guard who quickly leaned in and whispered.

"What did you want?"

"Six shots of tequila!" I whispered-yelled instantly as I turned my head and look around again, trying to spot Eric somewhere in the crowd, but I hoped I don't find him there because of I did he would probably be grinding against some hoe or something.