Page 24 of Something Blue

Standing alone at the bar I order three tequilas. Lining them up and shooting them back one after the other.

I order three more.

Neve’s words are looping in my head. Tainting my thoughts and fueling the fire of anger inside me.Girls like me don’t date guys like you - mafia criminal with no future -

I have more money and more power than any man she could ever be with. I can give her everything. The entire world. But she dares to humiliate me like that. She would be lucky to have a man like me. If she gave me half a chance she would see that.

I keep drinking, knowing that her words were only her way of trying to deny the desire she has towards me. But that doesn’t make me feel any better and soon the tequila is burning in my blood and my anger is out of control.

I decide to dance to work off some of the frustration.

I make my way to the dance floor. Pushing people out of my way as I pass them, leaving them angry and muttering. What the fuck do I care.

Music throbs in the air around me, vibrating against my skin, blurring my thoughts. This is what I needed. The loud pulsing base leaves no room in my mind for her words to continue looping. Sweat runs down my back beneath my shirt making it stick to me.

The heat of my emotions is fading when some fucking asshole shoves me from behind.

I spin around to face him, and he mutters something about watching where I move.

“What?” I snarl at him.

“I said watch yourself asshole.” He spits, drunk and unsteady. His pale eyes are shifting asthough he isn’t ready for the challenge he’s asked for.

“Watch myself?” I laugh.

Before he has a chance to say another word, I swing my fist and the snap of his nose as it shatters is the most satisfying sound I’ve heard all week.

He screams and with blood pouring down his face he fights back.

In no time at all the dance floor is cleared and it’s the two of us, battling it out in the open space. I’m sitting on his chest, my fists slamming into his face repeatedly. I hear people around me screaming and begging me to stop, but I can’t. He crossed the wrong person today, and he’s going to learn his lesson. Everyone should know not to fuck with me.I own this city.

Hands tug at me from behind, strong hands, pulling me off and dragging me from him. Three guys flock over him. He’s not moving. His face is covered in blood, so is the floor.

The bouncers drag me out of the club and push me up against the wall.

“You fucking idiot, what the fuck was that? You might have killed him.”

“The ambulance is on the way.” Another one says.

“And the cops?”

“Yeah, they are almost here.”

I try to push off the wall so that I can leave, but two of them pin me down again.

“Fucking get off me.” I snap.

“You aren’t going anywhere.” The bouncer snarls.

I hold my hand in the air and grin. “Fine, but I need to make a phone call.”

“Yeah, call your lawyer you arrogant fuck.” One of them says sarcastically.

I don’t call my lawyer. I call my father.

The cops arrive as I slide my phone back into my pocket. They park right outside the entrance, lights flashing as they climb out, arrogant and smug.

They come at me with aggression which I could challenge - but I allow them to handcuff me. Andeven when the slam me up against the side of their car I’m smirking.

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