Primed for Sin (18+)

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Riley

"Riley, please come down to the party, I promise to not put you in the spotlight again," Lorenzo said outside of my door and I huffed in annoyance.

"I am fine just sitting here, go have fun, Enzo," I said and he sighed dramatically on the other side of the door. I trapped myself in Dante's room since that's the only room with a bolt on the door.

"I'm so lonellyyyyy, I'm Mr. Lonelyyyyy, I have nobooodyyyyy..." He sang miserably and I had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh at his dramatics.

"I'm already drunk, Enzo." I whined and he groaned loudly, "So? Let's get blackout drunk then!"

I giggled in response, he just won't give up, "Okay, I'll be down in a minute. I just need to... barf." I said hurriedly as the feeling of vomit started bubbling in my throat. I ran to the connected bathroom and dropped to my knees beside the toilet, throwing up in the porcelain bowl.

Lorenzo betted me a girls' chick flick movie night that I couldn't drink ten shots of tequila back to back without a chaser of any sort. So, me, being the competitive and ignorant bitch that I am, decided it was the wise decision to take him up on his bet and down all ten shots in less than thirty seconds. As I was doing so, he got everyone's attention on me. So when I finished my shots, I looked up and everyone was staring at me. I was so uncomfortable and drunk that I booked it up the stairs into Dante's room where I wouldn't be bothered.

A knock on the door, bedroom door, sounded loudly that I could hear it over the music downstairs and in the bathroom where I resided, puking all of the disgusting liquid courage up, "Lorenzo, go without me!"

I took a second to breathe before standing up and flushing. The combination of me still being drunk and the smell of my own vomit made me puke even more. I felt something grab my hair and I quickly looked back, noticing it was Dante. He held my hair back as he stumbled on the floor, he was wasted.

"You-.... you got awesome hair." He hiccuped and I giggled in response.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you, go away," I said as I took my time standing up and quickly brushed my teeth.

"No, you. This is my room and my bathroom, Ms. Run away." He said and I instantly got angry at his nickname for me. Before I said something I knew I would regret, drunken state or not, I stumbled my way out of the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom door. Just as I was about to open it, Dante grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

"How'd you e-even get in?" I asked and he held up a key with a lazy smirk. Of course, he has a key, dumbass...

"Stay." He said and I shook my head, "No... all you sa-say are mean.... things. You and I are done... Dante," I drunkenly said and he grinned.

"We're no-not done. We're end-end game." He said and I rolled my eyes, trying to turn away.

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around once again, tossing me onto the bed, "I'm drunk... and I miss you."

I huffed in annoyance as he stumbled to me and crouched down in front of me on the floor, "You said really mean things."

"You left me." He fired back angrily.

"I left so I could save you!"

"You killed me instead! I couldn't sleep without you or eat without you! I spent every waking moment searching for you, do you know how that was for me? I'm supposed to be this big bad mafia leader, but every day I cried my fucking eyes out waiting for you to return or waiting for a lead!!" He screamed through his tears.