Dom's POV:
"I still don't think it was the best idea to send the girls to the party on their own," Riccardo tells me for the twenty-ninth time in ten minutes.
"You said that already." He rolls his eyes with a laugh as we stand on the docks waiting for the shipment to arrive
"I'm just saying, they're beautiful girls and there are lots of guys at that party"
"And they're both in relationships and they're both trustworthy." I remind "Bex likes you Riccardo, nobody else, you know that."
"I'm getting possessive aren't I?"
"Protective maybe?" I give him a small grin
"Looks like the ships early," I tell him as I spot our ship coming in from out in the distance
Riccardo and I have been at the docks for the last half an hour, it's currently 10 PM, and we've been waiting for the ship for the last half an hour. Prior to that, we were busy checking over the crates to make sure the correct amount of cocaine and guns had been placed in each one, the last thing we need is for people to think we're ripping them off.
The ship comes into full view and Riccardo and I draw our guns. A man steps off with his hands up.
"I'm just here for the pick up, you can check the boat, I'm alone."
I put my gun away and call for the rest of the men on my walkie talkie, telling them it's safe to bring down the boxes and load them onto the boat.
Riccardo and I watch as the men load up the ship and we keep an eye out for danger that might be headed our way, but luckily tonight there is none and once the doors to the boat are shut the man drives away.
"Let's clean up and head to this party." I tell Riccardo.
***
We arrive at the party at around midnight and everyone is well and truly wasted. I look around the room in search of Bex and Alena.
"They're still here right?" Riccardo yells over the music
"Yeah, they would have text us otherwise," I yell back.
We make our way into the bar area of the house and look around for the girls once more. "What the fuck." Riccardo huffs over the music before storming off. My eyes follow him, and I see exactly where he is headed. Bex is dancing with a group of people we have classes with, one of them being a guy who's dancing very close to her and he's starting to get handsy.
Riccardo pushes him back as he approaches and the guy stumbles back but is still standing
"Ricci!" Bex yells and throws her arms around him, clearly very tipsy. "I missed you so much." She yells and presses her lips to his.
I look around for Alena once more, my mind starting to race a little, she's always with Bex, so why isn't she now? My eyes scan the room and then I spot her. I can't believe what I'm seeing, she has a rolled-up note in between her thumb and index finger and there is a white line of cocaine in front of her
"Just one line and you'll feel so much better." I hear the male sitting next to her encourage her as I make my way over in a hurry
"I don't think I should, I feel really sick." she slurs
"Babe, harden up, one line and you'll feel like superman"
"She said no," I yell over the music and take her hands pulling her up to me.
"Dom" she slurs as she leans on me.
I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this. Alena is drunk, yes, but she's completely gone, there has to be more in her system then just alcohol because I've never seen her like this before.
"Tesoro how many drinks did you have tonight?" I hold her face in my hands making her look at me
"I think, maybe, uh, four?" she slurs her eyes closing
"Fuck." I wrap my arm around her, holding her close as I make my way to the door.
I find Riccardo and give him the nod towards the door. He catches on right away and he and Bex walk over hand in hand, Bex very wobbly on her feet but nowhere near as bad as Alena.
"Dom, I don't feel good." Alena mumbles, a moment later I'm catching her in my arms as she falls, passed out.
"Holy shit, Alena." Bex gasps surprised
"Fuck, how much did she have to drink?" Riccardo questions
"We've only had like four drinks."
We reach the car and I give the keys to Riccardo. I open the back door and slide into the backseat where I lay Alena down with her head in my lap, and stroke her hair softly. Bex jumps into the passenger's side of the car and Riccardo into the driver's seat
"Dorms or your place?" Riccardo question
"My place, it's closer to medical attention if we need it."
"Dom I swear she only had like four drinks, I have no idea how she got this like." Bex says as she leans into the back seat looking at Alena with worry in her eyes
"Did you drink anything that you didn't open yourself and keep with you the entire time?" I question
Bex thinks for a moment and then nods her head as she bites down on her bottom lip "One of the guys gave us shot each but that's it, and I'm fine."
"What have I told you about taking open drinks from people?" Riccardo scolds
"It was one shot Riccardo"
"We've been over this Bex, you can't trust people."
"Let's just hope she sleeps it off and by morning she's okay," I speak up once more putting an end to their argument.
***
We arrive back at my place and I carry Alena from the backseat into the house, Riccardo and Bex following close behind.
"What the fuck happened to her?" Franco questions as we enter the house
"I think someone put something in her drink," I tell him in a pissed off tone
"Well shit, is she okay?" He stands up from the couch
"I hope she'll sleep it off and be okay by morning." I begin walking up the stairs "Papa' isn't coming home tonight right?"
"No, he's out with the boys," Franco calls after me
"Good, give me a heads up with he comes home."
"Will do." He nods.
We reach the top of the stairs and Riccardo shows Bex to the guest room they'll be sleeping the night. Of course, we have more than one guest room in the house, but Alena will be staying in my bed with me, I need to keep an eye on her.
As I reach I room, I carry her in and place her down on the bed. I remove her heels from feet and place them down next to the end of the bed and place the blanket over, giving her a kiss on the forehead causing her to stir slightly.
I head into the bathroom and strip my clothing off, turning the warm water of the shower on and step in, washing quickly before stepping out, drying off and making my way back onto the bedroom in my boxer shorts. I slide down into the bed next to her and stirs once more, moaning in discomfort
"You okay baby?" I whisper
"Dom" she whispers in a slur
"I'm here, if you need anything tell me, I'm right here." I kiss her head once more.
There is a soft knock at the door before it opens, Franco makes his way in carrying a bucket, a large glass of ice water and some towels. "Just in case." He sits it down next to Alena's side of the bed
"Thank-you Fratello" I whisper
"Call out if you need anything during the night if she was drugged this may not end well."
"I will"
Franco exits the room and closes the door behind him. I look down at Alena once more who seems to be asleep and I sigh, Riccardo was right we should have never left them alone at the party tonight, we should have been with them. Alena and I are common knowledge around the school and even though she isn't aware we attend school with a few rival gang members, I'd hate to think that someone put something in her drink because of me, but it's hard not to let your mind wander.
***
I wake with Alena in my arms, her head on my chest and her hair all over my face. I move her hair gently and place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Morning." she mumbles
"Good morning Tesoro, how are you feeling?"
"Horrible, what happened last night?" she mumbles into my chest
"I was hoping you could tell me, but I'm not surprised you can't."
"Hmmm?" she hums
"I think someone put something in your drink last night, Bex said you only had about four drinks, but by the time Riccardo and I arrived you were wasted beyond anything I've ever seen, and you were sitting with some guy from class with a rolled-up note between your fingers and a line of coke in front of you."
"What?" she sits up quickly, too quickly.
I move quickly and grab the bucket Franco bought in last night handing it to her, she grabs it and vomits the second she has it in her hands.
I hold her hair back and rub her back softly as she continues to be sick. Her body becomes hotter with each motion and finally, she stops "I'm so sorry" she mumbles into the bucket
"You have nothing to be sorry for." I move her hair from her shoulder and place a soft kiss on it. "I'll go and run you a bath."
Never take a drink from a stranger, especially if it's open!!! Stranger danger people, stranger danger.