Arielle Anders

I sit in the club at the bar, looking at a certain red headed friend of mine, watching her sway her hips on a guy. He grabs her waist, while towering over her body, guiding her hips to the beat of the music. That girl was Skye Williams. I envy her, she and I have been friends ever since middle school. She's like an older sister to me, part of me wants to go on the dance floor and have guys all over me just like her.

But I could never bring myself to get out there like that. In my school years, I was focused on only getting good grades and work done, I never had time for the Jocks, Nerds, or the school 'Bad Boys'. Skye graduated a month ago, so here we are celebrating... Well, technically just her. But I told her I'd accompany her, as I don't drink much but she definitely does. So, I have to watch over her.

"Would you like a drink, pretty?". The bartender asks me kindly, I look in front of me and give her a small smile, shaking my head.

"Can I just have a water?". I ask, she nods and walks away. I sigh, looking down, fiddling with my fingers, drowning out the sound of the loud music. I hear the bartender place my drink down in front of me, I look up and see a glass of water and a shot with something in it.

"Oh, I didn't-". Before the bartender could say anything, a deep hoarse voice beat her too it.

"I did, I ordered it for you precious". I turned around and looked up, widening my eyes a bit, the guy was buff. He was wearing a gray suit that was a bit messy and he had dark brown messy curls, a creepy smirk plastered on his face that made me a bit uncomfortable. I watched as he sat down next to me. He smells weird, from the looks of it. It looks like he just got done working out or something. But he didn't smell pleasant.

"T-thanks. But I don't reall-". He cut me off again by moving a bit closer to me, placing his cold big hand on my bare thigh. I tensed up, looking at him in the eyes I tried not to seem weak.

"Come on precious, I ordered it for you aren't you going to drink it". I cringed at the nickname, what he said was more of a demand than a question. I looked around not seeing Skye anywhere, and the bartender was giving drinks to someone else. I'm on my own.

My head snapped back towards him as his hand went further up my thigh, what the fudge nugget is wrong with him?

"You're such a precious little thing, I'm Justin what's your name mamas?". He whispered close to my ear, he obviously has no boundaries and didn't brush his teeth again after working out, his breath fanned on my face, and I wanted to puke.

He picks up the shot he got me and brings it towards me.

"Please, I really don't drink.". I let out a slight scream, and flinched as he tightened his grip on my thigh.

"I suggest you move your hand, Justin". A deep and actually attractive voice said behind me, I felt the guy named Justin loosen his grip and move his hand off my thigh, while looking behind me, clenching his jaw.

"She said she doesn't drink, and she is obviously uncomfortable, so move the fuck around". I heard another voice, Justin jumped up making me flinch and slowly turn around towards the voices they were bigger and way more muscular. I watched as Justin glared at the four men in front of us. But they didn't flinch, they weren't even intimidated, they just glared right back.

Justin glanced at me. "This has nothing to do with you... guys". When he spoke, I noticed the change in his voice. It was a bit low... wait, is he scared of them? I mean, I don't blame him, they were way bigger than him.

"This club belongs to us so, what goes on in here has everything to do with us". A different voice said, also deep of course.

Justin reached for me, and I quickly got up, going towards the four big men and stood behind the one who first spoke. Justin scoffed, looking at me.

"Must I repeat myself to you, Justin?". His deep accent made his voice sound really intimidating. It sent shivers down my spine.

Justin quickly turned around on his messy busted shoes and disappeared into the crowd. I looked down and fiddled with my fingers now feeling four pairs of eyes stare down at me. What the heck am I doing? They just helped me, I slowly looked up, shyly smiling a bit at their intense gaze.

"T-thank y-you so much...". My voice was small, I felt so small under their gaze. Girl, duh. You literally have to look up at these giants.

I thought giants only existed in movies? I thought to myself.

I heard four deep chuckles, I turned red. I said that out loud.

"Yes, you did. But it's no problem really. Are you okay, little one?". I looked at them one by one, they each had on expensive nice black suits, and black fancy shoes to match. I looked at the one directly in front of me who just spoke. I stared at the tattoo on his neck traveling my eyes up. I noticed he had a small teardrop tattoo under his left eye. All of them had the same tattoo under their eye, his jet-black curly hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. He had gray eyes, my eyes traveled down looking at the rings on his veiny hands and the tattoos. He was breathtaking, they were breathtaking.

"Yes. I'm okay... Thank you again". I said, noticing two of the guys had gray eyes and the other two had blue eyes, beautiful.

After drooling over the rest of them, I snapped out of my thoughts after hearing my phone ring. I pulled it out and saw a text from Skye.

"Hey babes, I am going with Ryder for the night. We danced together and he's taking me to his house to catch up. If you have a problem getting a taxi, I'll immediately come have Ryder pick you up and we can head home". I shook my head and slightly giggled at the winky emoji she sent. I wanted her to enjoy her time and not bother her, she deserved it.

"Thanks for your help again, I should really get going though". I said after placing my phone back in my purse sending Skye an 'okay' and for her to be careful and safe.

Skye's house, which she calls our home. Wasn't that far from the club so I could walk, why spend money on something like a three-minute ride when I could just walk and enjoy the night.

"Do you need a ride home?". One of them asked, I looked into another pair of gray eyes and shook my head.

"Oh, no thank you. I could just walk-". He cuts me off.

"Little one, it's dangerous for you to be out at night alone". I slightly blushed at the nickname, when Justin used his weird nicknames on me. I just felt disgusted and disturbed. But now I just feel weird... In a good way.

"Let us take you home or drop you off close to your home. It's the least we could do". He added, I thought for a moment, would I really want to run into another guy like Justin, if I walked? But, if they took me home, the risk isn't likely. I slowly nodded my head.

"O-okay...". I stuttered again, shyly.

"Don't be shy, little one. Come on". He said holding out his hand for me to take, I looked at him then down at his hand before slowly interlocking our fingers together. He started walking through the crowd, his hand was so soft, his friends or whatever were behind me making sure nobody talked to me. The crowd slowly got small as I was led to the back of the club.

He led me out the door and I saw a black limo waiting for us. A guy standing outside of it looked at us and quickly opened the door.

"Ladies first, little one". I blushed before climbing in the limo and they followed behind me.

We all sat down and got situated, they all sat next to each other probably wanting to give me space as I sat across from them. The door shut, and now it was just me and them.

I looked at them and noticed they were already looking at me.

"My name is Arielle by the way...". I introduced myself.

"I'm Giovanni, this is Mario, Marco and Angelo". The biggest one spoke again, I guess Giovanni was the one in charge, even though they all had a dominating aura. Mario and Marco are the only ones who haven't spoken the blue-eyed M's is what I've decided to remember them by. Angelo is the one who held my hand and led me out of the club.

"Are you guys' brothers?". I asked, they all nodded in response.

"Mario and Marco are twins, I was born first, then Angelo, and the twins are the youngest". Giovanni said, playing with his expensive Rolex watch before focusing all his attention on me.

"Where do you live, little one? Our driver would like to know". Mario suddenly spoke for once tonight, while staring directly at me.

"U-umm right across from Mickey-". I paused, stopping from embarrassing myself.

"Mcdonalds...". I said looking down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers. My mama always said calling it 'Mickey D's' was embarrassing and annoying and nobody calls it that, but I heard a few people saying it.

"It's okay to call it Mickey D's ya know?". Angelo said with a chuckle, I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Really?". I asked with wide curious eyes. Angelo chuckled again and nodded. I smiled, you can call it Mickey D's, fudge that mama.

After that it was silent, it was a comfortable silence. The limo stopped indicating we were at my apartment. I looked at them and noticed that Marco was just staring at me intensely. I gulped before saying.

"Thank you for helping me and dropping me-". Giovanni cut me off.

"You're welcome, princess. If you are ever in trouble or need help, call me, we will come to you as quick as we can". He said, handing me a small card, I looked at it, 'Romano Enterprises' with a number at the bottom and even an address of I'm guessing their workplace.

I slowly nodded and thanked their driver as he opened the door for me, the guys followed me out the limo and I smiled and waved bye to them, Giovanni and Angelo waved back, Mario gave me a smile. Marco gave me a slight nod.

I turned on my heels and carefully went up the stairs of my apartment, feeling their burning gaze behind me. I grabbed my key out of my purse and unlocked the door. I looked at them again and smiled, waving bye again before walking inside and shutting the door.

What the fudge is wrong with me?

~~~~~~ 1,914 words for chapter one, sorry that it's so long. But I was inspired by multiple stories to finally make one of my own, I hope you guys like it.

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