Page 46 of Vicious Punks
Loud music thumps ahead, making the ground beneath our feet shake… who knew the tunnels under the city could be used to party? I wonder if we can use them to transport drugs? I’ll have to ask Logan later. Three people with black clothing and white masks stand in front of us. Their bodies are covered in neon paint that stands out against the dark, and I’m guessing by the buckets of paint at their feet, we’re about to be covered too.
“La Demonio.” Logan's voice comes out stoic yet hard, and I can see his muscles tensing.
It’s going to be a long fucking night.
One of the masked guys pulls out his phone, the whites of his eyes staring at us as he mutters in Spanish to whoever is on the other line. After he hangs up, he reaches down and grabs a paint brush from the bucket with neon colors of pinks, oranges, and blues. He flicks the brushes at us until our bodies are covered from head to toe before walking away from us, not saying a word as he disappears farther down the tunnel where the music is coming from. I guess we’re meant to follow after him. I’m tempted to put these assholes in their place for showing us disrespect, but Logan hasn’t given me the go ahead… yet.
“Don’t wander off. Stay with one of us at all times,” Nicky tells Tillie in a serious tone and doesn’t look away from her until she nods in agreement.
I bite my lip ring, trying not to laugh because he’s pretending to not give a shit what happens to her, but he can’t hide from me. I see right through him. The moment we enter the rave, it’s like a sea of moving colors and loud techno music as our paint starts to glow under the lights. High domed ceilings with flashing, strobe, colored lights shine down on men and women dancing with splattered glowing paint covering their bodies.
I grab Tillie's hand as we start to push through the crowd of people jumping up and down to the music, dancing, as we move towards the other side of the room with the DJ hyping them up. Half-naked girls dance with a drink in their hands as shirtless guys grind up behind them, and a lot of them look blissed out of their minds on ecstasy. Dalton stays in front of us, causing people to move out of his way and give us a clear path. Tillie gasps behind me, making me spin around with plans of murder on my mind.
“Tey, I really want to dance.” She grins so wide as the music thumps louder, making everyone scream. She actually pouts when I pull her in front of me to walk towards the guys.
“Later. You can dance your heart out, later,” I whisper in her ear and heave a sigh in regret as we stop in front of a group of guards blocking us from going any farther.
“Logan Russo,” Logan says, his stance casual as if he’s bored.
Nicky stands right next to him, his eyes glancing around everywhere looking for a threat. Just being here is a threat to us. The biggest of the guards eyes us up and down, his gaze pausing on Dalton who just raises an eyebrow in return while crossing his arms over his chest. Basically saying fuck you. I like that.
“Let them through,” a deep voice says, with a hint of a husky, smooth Spanish accent.
The guards part like the Red Sea, their jackets pulled back to show they’re armed with guns, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll kill them all, snap a few necks, and maybe get to use my knife with unicorn tonight. One can only hope. Once the guards move out of the way, red velvet couches are revealed with a large glass coffee table in front of it and sitting right in the middle of that couch is none other than Dom. I’d be able to spot him without ever meeting him. It’s the cold, hard look in his eyes that reminds me of myself.
Very interesting.
Dark, almost black eyes roam over our group, and it’s like staring into the night sky without a single star in sight. He almost doesn’t have any fucking paint on him, damn it, and it makes me roll my eyes as he reaches into the front of his pants, pulling out a gun to place it on the coffee table. Dom pauses his stare on Tillie for a long, hot second, looking her up and down with a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, showing his interest. That makes me just pull her closer to my body, claiming my ownership. I’m not afraid to admit when a guy is hot. But I don’t want him to be hot, I especially don’t want Tillie looking at him. Tattoos start at his knuckles, continuing up his sleeves, and the one symbol at the base of his neck that disappears into the collar of his shirt tells me it’s his gang sign. The devil.
He notices me staring at him, and he runs a hand over his dark brown hair that’s shaved close to his scalp on the sides, in a way that shows it’s a habit of his. Is he nervous or is he trying to give himself something to do instead of reaching for the gun in the middle of the coffee table?
I’m not sure exactly, but I would guess he’s in his early twenties. I know he took over from his father at a young age. His light brown skin looks flawless with his black suit and red shirt underneath, making his sinister eyes all the more darker, as if they can see into your soul.
He won’t be able to find mine.
He moves his gaze over to Logan and stops there, his eyes narrowing the tiniest bit at the sides, giving away his thoughts. He wants my best friend dead and six feet under for just being in his presence. I knew there would be tension, and trigger finger emotions, because Logan and Dom shouldn’t even be in the same room. One of them will probably end up killing the other, one day. Logan won’t be the one dead, not going to happen on my fucking watch.
“Russo,” Dom says in a bored tone and gestures for us to have a seat as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees… it brings him closer to his gun.
That says a lot. He doesn’t trust us and he rightfully shouldn’t.
“Do you know her?” Logan cuts right to the chase and points at Tillie as we all sit down like we’re in a fucking meeting.
“What?” Tillie asks in confusion and tilts her head as she gazes at Dom.
“We haven’t met but, Mama, we should get acquainted.” The fucker purrs in that sexy accent of his and flashes her a smile.
I glance at Nicky, his emerald eyes practically glowing with contained rage and he reaches into his jacket, pulling out his gun from the holster to slam it on the table. It draws everyone's attention to him with the guards closing in, and my Nicholas looks seconds away from shooting everyone. I reach out and grip the back of his neck until he glances at me from the corner of his eye.
“Calm down, she’s the filling of our oreo. Don’t worry.” I squeeze his neck one more time. He takes a deep breath and relaxes somewhat while still keeping an eye on everyone.
“Listen, Papi,” Tillie says sarcastically and crosses her legs slowly to draw Dom’s gaze there. “We won’t be getting acquainted. I’m just a whore who will be leaving soon. Let’s stick with that shall we?”
“Ah, don’t say that, little bitch. You're not just any whore, you're our-” Dalton starts to say, but Logan cuts him off with a quick glare.
“I’m going to cut right to the chase. I don’t fucking want to be here and would rather get this over with because I have better things to do.” Logan’s voice comes out hard and deep, his right trigger finger twitching on his knee. “I’ve hadshipmentssuddenly disappear in the last month, and then more kept going missing. I caught a rat that sang your name, Dom. Are you selling drugs on my streets?”
Dom stares at Logan and rubs his thumb over his lower lip before he busts out laughing. He wipes a few tears from his eyes and slams his fists on the table a second later as his facial expression shifts into fury.
