>>>-M-A-T-T-E-O-> There's nothing wrong with Emmet but I wanted him out of New York as fast as possible. If it meant letting him borrow my private jet, I would. As bad as it might sound, Ila's made her decision on not going to court and I didn't want Emmet changing that. Also, she's been sleeping in her apartment rather than here.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped out onto the ground floor. It was lunch time which meant I would find Ila in the kitchen scarfing down food. Like I guessed, there she was, eating with the rest of the gang.

I took a seat next to her and stole one of her fries off her plate. "Hey, I was looking for you."

"Well, you found me." She teased. "Why were you looking for me?"

I revealed a long, orange envelope that was filled thickly and handed it to her. She quickly wiped the grease off of her hands on a napkin and took it, asking, "Is this for me?"

I nodded. Ila examined the package suspiciously, looking for a label that might tell her what might be inside.

"Matteo, where's mine?" Giovanni asked, already knowing what I had given her.

"I dropped it off in your room before I got here."

"Wow, so she gets the special delivery and I get nothing?" Gio asked, pretending to be hurt. "You've been colder towards me ever since she got here."

I rolled my eyes, "Get a grip of yourself."

<-I-L-A-<<< There was nothing on the envelope and I was really curious.

"Matteo, can I open it right now?" I asked him.

"Go ahead."

I ripped the sealed orange envelope and peered inside. My eyes widen at what I saw. I was looking at a bunch of Benjamin Franklins, still in their bands.

"What is this for? How much is in here?" I asked.

"Consider this a part of your pay. There should be about 80 thousand dollars."

I peered inside the envelope once again. That was a lot of hundred dollar bills I've ever seen in an envelope.

"You know what this means?" Marcella asked, snatching the envelope to look inside.

"What?" I asked.

"It means body shots off of strangers, making it rain on strippers, and grinding on hookers," Giovanni said. He started dancing with his food-filled spoon in his hand, accidentally flicking food everywhere.

"No." I denied.

"Aw, come on ." Aiden whined, "You haven't gone to any of our clubs yet. It's your first paycheck here. Let's spend it right." Aiden brought his two hands together and made the motion of 'making it rain'.

"To me, spending it right means to pay off my student loans, rent, car payments, and groceries," I said, grabbing my envelope back from Marcella.

"You're in the mafia and you're snagging the leader of it, I'm pretty sure you'll get another chance to pay it all off," Marcella said.

"I rather not see you guys all drunk," I admitted. I've seen them act while they're sober and they were already a handful. Imagining them drunk was already giving me a headache.I looked at Matteo for help.

He shrugged, "I haven't gone clubbing in a while. I'm in."

I frowned. Matteo reached for the last fry on my plate and I smacked his hand away. "Betrayers don't get French fries."

<•••>

I rearrange the jars of band-aids, cotton balls, Popsicle sticks around when Giovanni and Aiden burst into my office. My instinct told me to run but by the time I lifted my leg to start, Aiden reached me and got a hold of me.

"What? Why? Let go!" I tried fighting back.

Giovanni grabbed my legs and hoisted me over his broad shoulder.

"Gio, put me down."

"Stop struggling." He said through his gritted teeth, "Damn you're heavy."

I said offended, "No, you're just weak."

He ran, still carrying me, outside my office. I stopped fighting back once he reached the stairs, worried that I'd cause the both of us to fall. Aiden trailed behind, holding my phone that he kindly picked up from where I dropped it when Giovanni lifted me.

"How are you still running with me over your shoulder?" I asked, amazed by his strength.

"All the sex is building my stamina," Giovanni answered. Without seeing his face, I knew that he did his signature lip lick and wink.

We reached the third floor and I started to make it difficult for him again.

"Where are you guys taking me? Giovanni put me down!"

I lifted my upper body in order to not see the world upside down. Aiden had opened the door to my room and Giovanni walked in. In my bathroom, Marcella was waiting as she held the door to my closet open.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked, confused as to why Giovanni and Aiden had forcefully kidnapped me. "Put me down!"

To my surprise, he did, rather roughly. He then bolted out of my closet and Marcella shut the door behind him.

"Guys, come on," I begged. "Let me out!"

"Not until you put something sexy on," Marcella shouted from the other side of the door.

"Right! If I don't get a boner looking at you then it's not clubbing appropriate." Giovanni added.

<•••>

I could hear the loud music coming from inside the club once got out of the car in the parking lot. I fixed my riled up tight, red dress as I waited for everyone else behind me in the back seat to get out before closing the door shut. Marcella, Giovanni, Aiden and I waited for Leo, who drove us and joined to be our designated driver, to lock the car. Once he did, we all headed to the entrance of the building that promised booze, drugs, and dancing.

"Matteo is coming later, right?" Aiden asked

"Yeah, he's going to drive himself here," Marcella said. "I don't think he's planning to drink."

We reached the building from the parking lot. The bouncer recognized us and let us in with ease, letting us cut the long line. Right as we walked in through the door, the firm smell of alcohol hit my nose. This club was packed all the way from the bar to the exit. We all struggled to stay together as we tried walking through the sea of people. Halfway to where Marcella was leading us to, we lost Giovanni. Knowing him, he probably ditched us and went to go grind on some drunk girl.

We made it to VIP section that Marcella reserved for us. We all sat in the booth and waited for a waiter to take our drink orders. Leo stood up to scan the people behind the bar. "A newbie is taking this shift. I'll just go and grab our drinks instead."

A few minutes later, Leo brought a tray of shots. Leo and Aiden each took three and went to the dance floor. Marcella, beside me, downed 5 shots in the speed of light. Seeing that I wasn't drinking any, Marcella tried handing me a glass.

"Nonononono." I declined. "I'm don't handle alcohol very well, I'm a lightweight. It also damages your liver really bad and -"

"Shut up with your doctor talk," Marcella said as she grabbed the glass from my hand and lifted it to my mouth. I tried to push it away, but she was already tilting the glass. It was vodka. I was grateful that she shoved a lemon wedge into my mouth right after. Unfortunately, she kept the drinks coming and I had no choice but to drink them unless I wanted this red dress ruined.

We began to feel the buzz and drunkenly decided to get rid of it by dancing. We staggered to the dance floor, accidentally bumping into sweaty people on the way. Marcella and I danced to the beat of the electronic club music, swinging our hips, raising our arms, and occasionally wooing when the DJ spoke into the mic.

In the midst of it, I felt someone grinding behind me. I turned around to see it was a random horny dude.

"I have a boyfriend," I told him, pushing him away.

I went back to dancing with Marcella but was interrupted by a pair of hands on my hips coming from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and it was the same guy from before

"Look! Take a hint, buddy." Marcella yelled, pointing her finger at him, which was slightly off probably from her drunk vision. "She's not interested in what you have to offer." Marcella moved her thumb and pointer finger together, referring that he had a small dick.

We moved to another spot to dance. Once the disgust went away we got back into our groove. I was really starting to feel the music and eventually lost Marcella. When the song ended and the DJ began to play some slow depressing music, I searched for her.

I found her through the crowd a few yards away, which was good because at this point I couldn't stand straight. I finally reached her, her back faced towards me and she was yelling at a girl in front of her.

"Do you know how much this dress cost?" I heard Marcella shouted as she pointed to the wet spot on her dress.

"Looks cheap to me." The brunette said. "Honestly, the drink stain makes it look better."

"Excuse me?" Marcella asked as she shifted her weight to one leg and placed her hand on her hip.

"You're excused." The girl glared, "You should actually leave because you're only embarrassing yourself by flaunting your stuff at my boyfriend."

"Look, honey. You think a guy like him can get with a girl like me?" Marcella looked the girl's boyfriend up and down with a disgusted look, "There's a reason why he's stuck with you.'"

Offended, the brunette threw the empty cup at her.

"You did not just do that." Marcella yelled.

>>>-M-A-T-T-E-O-> "Let go of me!" Marcella yelled. She was being carried by Aiden, struggling to get her two bare feet on the ground as she whacked him with her pair of heels in her hand. "I want to get my hands on that bitch. She caught her boyfriend staring at me and she decided she can waltz her ugly ass over and spill her drink on me!"

"Marcella, let's go fuck her up!" Ila said, egging her on.

Once again, I was carrying Ila bridal style. Right when I arrived at the club, I spotted a very drunk, angry Marcella looking like she was ready to pounce on the girl in front of her. Behind Marcella, I saw a drunk, confused Ila.

I was struggling to open the door because Ila kept moving in my arms.

"Stay still," I told her. It didn't help. It only caused her to giggle and move more.

"Hurry," Aiden begged, sounding out of breath. "Marcella weighs like an elephant."

I heard a 'thwack' and Aiden yelling out in pain.

"I will drop you." He threatened.

I manage to open the door and I set Ila down. Aiden copied me, but instead of gently letting her down Aiden dropped her.

"Where's Gio? " Marcella asked. "He would have jumped to kill the bitch, not stop me!"

As she mentioned Giovanni, the door swung open and stepped in Leo with Gio in his arms.

"Why are you such a cock block?" He whined as Leo placed him on the couch with the girls.

"Dude, you're drunk." Leo rolled his eyes.

"And?"

"She was married."

"And?" Giovanni continued, oblivious towards the problem.

"To her wife!"

"And?" Giovanni asked, not getting it.

Leo gave up. With a sigh, he left and he climbed up the stairs.

"I could have had a threesome." He muttered, crossing his arms as he pouted.

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