Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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   "Do you want anything?" I asked Vicky, the only one who didn't seem to order anything.

   "Oh no, I don't drink," she smiled politely, shaking her head at my offer. I simply nodded, before leaning in and whispering in her ear.

   "I gotta go meet a friend at the bar, wanna come? Since this lot will be piss drunk soon enough," I chuckled lightly under my breath, my words making her nod in response.

  She stood up, as I informed Jade whom was sitting on the other side of me, that I was going to meet my friend Diego. Jade simply nodded in response, too distracted by the group conversation held by the others. Looks like they were already occupied. I motioned for Vicky to follow me, carefully dodging drunk bodies as we descended down the steps. She followed close behind me as I led the way to the huge bar that occupied one side of the entire club.

  The racks of alcohol bottles behind the counter lit up with an array of colorful lights, gradually switching to different hues every few seconds. My eyes squinted, searching for the familiar face of my Spanish friend. Once I spotted his incredibly sharp jaw and high cheekbones, I began moving towards him. His back was facing the counter as Vicky and I took the empty barstools in front of him, patiently waiting until he would turn around. Once he did, looking up from a cocktail he was holding, he grinned when he noticed my face.

   "Harry!" he greeted me cheerfully, hand reaching out to clasp mine tightly and pull me over for one of them manly hugs. "How have you been, mi amigo?" he asked me, frowning when he noticed the flicker of emotion in my features. I quickly covered it up with an uneasy smile.

   "Alright, I guess. What about you? How's your mom and sisters?" I questioned with interest, as he served a woman seated next to Vicky before moving back to face me.

   "I'm doing good. Couldn't visit mamá and the girls sadly, I didn't have enough money to buy a ticket. As you know, I fucked up my last job as a bartender, like really fucked up they ended up paying me half of my actual salary!" he explained as he cleaned out a few glasses.

   "Well that's unfortunate. Y'know you should've just hit me up, Diego! I would've bought you that ticket," I pouted, folding my arms over the counter as he shook his head immediately.

   "Can't ask that of you man, you're too kind," he grinned softly, before his gaze darted to Vicky. "Didn't introduce me to your lady here, Styles," he noticed, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as my eyes immediately widened.

   "Oh she's not my lady," I shook my head, trying not to glance at Vicky.

   "We're just friends," she covered up for me, and I nodded in agreement.

   "Right," Diego smirked nevertheless, causing me to roll my eyes.

   "Seriously, I have a son. Too focused on him right now," Vicky chuckled anxiously, causing my eyes to widen significantly.

   "Damn, how old he is?" Diego asked in interest.

   "5," Vicky replied with a grin.

   "Right, that's nice. Umm would you like a drink? It's on the house, chica," Diego offered kindly.

   "A margarita would be great."

  Diego went off to the other side of the bar to make Vicky's drink, in the mean time I turned to face her with a questioning gaze.

   "What?"

   "A son? Care to explain?" I inquired, curiosity getting the most of me as she sighed.

   "Had him when I was 20. Got into some sticky business with The Organization so I was forced to leave him with my gran in Australia. It's painful to be away from him, but at least with the money I'm making he's getting a good education and all that. Vlad agreed to allow me to visit him once every three months," she explained very quickly, biting her lip once she finished her little story. I tugged my lip ring into my mouth, processing this new information.