Capítulo 2: What Is Going On ?
"So loud," I say to none in particular because they couldn't hear anyway and continue to be guided further into the club by a Sydney who seems way too comfortable with these surroundings. When she finally finds a spot, she is satisfied with she pulls me into her and wraps an arm around my waist swaying us to the music. I keep a steady pace with her studying her pretty long wavy brown hair she has pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and the silver dress she is wearing with a sequence with a red lip to tie it all together my friend is beautiful and achingly so.
We continue bobbing and swaying to the music when I feel a prickling sensation run down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I discreetly take a look over Sydney's shoulder and when my eyes clash with his very eerily bright blue ones, my steps falter and I almost collapse to the ground.
Roman Russo is here.
Roman
Elena De Santo in my fucking club I thought I told her brother to keep her the hell away from me after the shit she pulled 6 years ago at her 15 birthday, and here she comes strolling in with the tightest dress I have seen in my entire life. From my spot on the balcony over the club I can micromanage everything as I should to make sure my club continues running smoothly, so imagine how I feel when a little Miss Tight Dress strolls in turning heads and distracting me.
And within 30 seconds of my attention being taken a fight starts to break out. Pushing my way through the people I make my way towards the action which my bodyguards are failing to deescalate.
Prying my eyes away from the most very surprising appearance of Elena was hard enough, her sandy brown curls falling over her shoulder barely touching her collarbones and the brown skin that shows through that tight dress that leaves little for imagination. When I finally make my way to the guys one of them attempts to throw a gut punch at the other and i catch it mid-air twisting his arm, I come up real close to his face my annoyance written all over mine, "What the hell are you doing" he yells but quickly recovers when he sees who is holding his wrist, "I'm going to give you 30 seconds to come up with a fitting explanation as to why you started a fight in my club." I say in a cool even tone. "I-I–" he stammers trying to come up with words that I care very little about hearing and I snap his wrist.
"Wrong answer I mumble dropping his wrist and flicking off an invisible piece of lint off my suit before casually walking away and heading back towards the stairs.
Elena
Roman Russo is here right now, and he just broke a man's wrist in front of me and then casually walked away. What the hell is going on, …...
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