Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐕𝐈𝐏"
We arrived at the club. Flashing coloured lights filling the crowded room as we passed by the dance floor. My eyes scanned over the individuals grinding their bodies against each other, smiling and heads were thrown back in ecstasy.
Aydan and Nicolo were behind us while Kara and I just followed the signs towards the bar.
We had gone past a few people from our college, the club opening tonight seemed to catch a lot of people's attention. The club was right in the centre of our small town, it also had a rooftop where people went up to smoke on.
I smiled up at the bartender and ordered drinks for the four of us. She smiled back and went over to make the drinks without asking any questions.
"Fuck, this place is busy," Aydan said as his eyes scanned the room.
Kara agrees with a hum, her eyes following suit.
The venue was bustling, with crowds of small groups of people roaming about doing their own thing.
Our drinks were sat down by the bartender, each of us taking our own glass.
I smiled and raised my glass in the middle. They followed suit and our drinks clattered together before we took a gulp.
"I'll be back," Aydan says while patting Nicolo's shoulder and heading off.
"I need to drink more before I can do anything yet," Kara sighs.
I agree with a hum.
The three of us took a couple more shots and another few other drinks, eventually until I was the only one left at the bar.
Nicolo had gone someplace with a chick, Kara was out on the dance floor having a good time with some guy, and I remained at the bar in my cosy spot.
My head felt lighter, and I was gradually becoming intoxicated, but not to the point where I was swaying all over the place. I knew my limit, but I hadn't really given it any thought tonight.
My eyes began to scan the area, disregarding the lustful gazes of certain people. My attention had been drawn to the upper part of the club which was just above me.
When I looked up, my eyes widened in surprise at what I saw, or more specifically, who I saw.
Roman was seated in the VIP section of the club, directly above me. His demeanour was relaxed, his cold, harsh gaze fixed on the individuals seated around him at the table.
I studied his appearance, his rather large body consisted of a car-key green button-down shirt, as per usual the first few buttons were undone. Matching them with regular black jeans.
