TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS
Lira and I reached an underground club. I have been to this club many times, I don't think she knew so it was all fun and games. The club was busier than usual. I suspect there was a good match on in the ring.
The large room was dimmed with soft lighting, private booths dotted the right side, with the ring being just to the left. There was a huge crowd of people cheering the fighters on in the ring. Two fucking amateurs. It would be a ridiculous short lived match.
Our booth was the quietest one which allowed me to get to know her better. She told me about her flaws and I hushed her. She had none that I could see. She was afraid of confined spaces and she was allergic to shellfish. The more she talked the more I found out about her, the more I felt myself falling for her.
Fuck.
"So what about you Enzo? What are you afraid off?" She asked crossing her legs. She sipped on a martini. I relaxed back and crossed my legs, placing one arm on the side of the sofa. "Shall I pretend that I'm not afraid of anything?" I licked my lips.
"Everyone's afraid of something. You are no exception." She chuckled. I hummed. "I'm afraid of losing my family." I replied honestly. My family were everything to me and I would do anything for them. If I lost them, I'd lose myself.
Lira placed her glass down and stood up. She walked over to me and took a seat beside me. "That's...I'm also afraid of losing my brother. He is the only family I have. My father is an alcoholic and my mother.." She gulped while looking down at her hands.
"You don't have to tell me." I said as I shuffled so I faced her. She smiled gently as she looked at me, her head slightly tilted. "Perhaps one day." She sighed.
She rubbed her eyes, she was so close to me and I just wanted to hold her hand. But fuck, she might just kill me. She pulled out a joint and lit it up. She inhaled and blew out a cloud of smoke. She held out it out for me.
"I don't smoke." I said. She furrowed her brows. "But-" She started before I cut her off. "I smoke cigarettes but not drugs. They are just very very bad." I teased with a mischievous smile. "Does that make me a very bad girl?" She smirked back. I saw her stub the joint out and toss it onto the coffee table in front of us.
"You didn't have to put it out." I said as I looked down at it. "I did." She smiled, her cheeks rosy. "You own this place don't you?" She asked, relaxing back. I couldn't help but feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. Here she was. With me. Fuck.
"How could you tell?" I asked her and sipped some of my drink. "Everyone treats you with respect, they don't look in your direction for more than ten seconds...plus everyone calls you boss." She said. Fuck I could listen to her voice all day.
"You're right but also wrong." I chuckled quietly before taking another sip of my drink. She pushed my glass away from my mouth. "How?" She asked. She just had to be right.
"This is my dads place." I said. She ran a hand though her hair. "I should have fucking known." She chuckled. "How could you have known. I was surprised myself when you stopped here." I chuckled back.
As the night went on, I found out more about her. She liked sushi and she hated misogynistic men. Fucking hell. What's not to like. She was fucking perfect.
"Raphael is a bitch." I chuckled making her laugh. "He's the one you were with. The rolled sleeves ladies man." Lira grinned. "The very one." I sipped on my third glass of alcohol.
"My brother is the same." She bit her lip and giggled. She was definitely almost drunk. "How? He seems so..." I said as I searched for the word. "So mature. So gentlemanly. No he's a bitch. You know he has killed every man I have ever liked." She said seriously.
I looked at her with confusion and a hint of worry. She chuckled and slapped my hand. "I'm joking Enzo...He has not kill every man." She grinned. I smiled and reached forward for her hand. I was being bold, daring and it might pay off.
I held her hand in mines and interlaced our fingers. Fuck me. "I need to know what you want." I said as I looked into her beautiful eyes. They sparkled like obsidian gems. She looked into mines. "I want some tequila." She smiled knowing full well that she was teasing me. "Lira." I shook my head.
Her hand fit into mines perfectly. Her skin was soft and it felt so fucking right. I wanted to never let go. "What do you want?" She asked me instead. "I want to see you everyday." I admitted. Saying that I wanted her might come on too strong, so I refrained from saying that.
She let go of my hand and looked at me. "Enzo." She started. I held up a finger. "Just another date." I said. Oh fuck. She didn't feel the same.
She sighed and ran her painted nails over her jeans. "I really enjoy talking to you but I'm leaving for Albania tomorrow. I probably won't see you again." She looked at me.
Before I could speak, she smiled. "However, for you Enzo, I'll give you one chance to get me to stay."
"Go on." I said intrigued to know what she had in mind. She smiled and stood up. "Let's go back to yours."
I rubbed my face. "Why?" I asked. "I've just said let's go back to yours. Are you really questioning me?" She grinned. Oh fuck. She was right, why was I questioning her. She just makes me forget everything because all I could see was her.
We took her motorbike to mines, I drove since she did not know the way. It also gave me an excuse to have her arms wrapped around my waist for a change. The way she held onto me sent tingles up my spine. She tightened her grip when I sped up dangerously so I did it more.
When I stopped at the gates, I was let in without so much a second glance. I noticed the guards stare at Lira and I couldn't blame them. Who wouldn't.
I opened the front door and led her inside. I couldn't see or hear Raphael so I assumed he was sleeping. Lira looked around while smiling.
"That's a nice painting." She pointed out. I looked across at the painting. It was an abstract piece of flowers. "I suppose so. My mom brought it." I said.
"You don't like art?" She questioned. "Not particularly. It doesn't interest me." I sighed and rubbed my neck. The rooms were dark and the only light coming in was from the moon. It captured her face perfectly, her eyes shone brightly.
"What does interest you?" She asked as she turned to face me. "Why this masterpiece right in front of me." I grinned. She let out a short chuckle. "Very cheesy. Where is your gym?" She asked.
"Firstly, what makes you think we have a gym and secondly, it was not cheesy at all." I folded my arms. She chuckled and sighed. "Oh Enzo. You definitely have a gym and it was definitely cheesy."
I shook my head in defeat and led her to our gym room. I turned on the lights but she turned them off. I looked at her in confusion. "If you want me to stay, you have to beat me in a fight." She said as she walked over to a matted area.
"A fight?" I furrowed my brows as I stood still. "Yes Enzo. Come on." She grinned. Fucking hell. So I had to beat her in order for her to stay. Simple enough.
I walked over to her and unclasped my watch from my wrist. I placed it to the side and watched her tighten her ponytail. I looked at her. "I'm actually excited at the prospect of beating you." I smiled.
"We shall see about that shaka (fucker)." She said calling me a swear in Albanian. I smirked. "A është ajo më e mira që mund të bësh kurvë? (Is that the best you can do bitch?)" I replied in Albanian. Her mouth dropped open. I don't know whether she was shocked that I could speak Albanian or at the fact that I called her a bitch.
