★★Mariella's POV★★



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Hours later, the night had rolled in, and Santino had been begging us all day to hit the club. "Come on, what happened to living life to the fullest?" he pestered.

"I didn't know I was hanging out with a bunch of senior citizens," he added, making exaggerated yawning noises for effect.

I rolled my eyes at him, but Luna, of course, was all in. She even convinced me to wear the red dress I'd bought but never actually wore.

How could I say no when the night was calling for something extra?

"I mean, I guess, your right? How could I possibly turn down looking smokin hot?" I mumbled, pretending to hesitate but secretly excited.

We all come to an agreement and look at Enzo for an answer.

"What?" he looks up from his phone, clearly uninterested in the conversation.

"Ugh, fine," he groans as he stands up. We all get up, heading toward our rooms to get ready.

Luna and I are in my room, the space a flurry of activity with music blasting and excitement building. Luna is rummaging through my closet like she's about to pick out an outfit for a red carpet event. Clothes are flying everywhere as she pulls out dresses, holding them up to herself before tossing them aside.

I'm doing the same thing, trying to find something that screams I'm here for a good time.

"Okay, you know what? This is ridiculous," Luna says, pulling out the red dress from my closet. "You need to wear this."

I look at the dress, my eyebrows raised. "That one?"

"Yes, that one. It's giving sexy come and fuck me," she grins, holding it up in front of me.

I mean...shiii

I look at the dress, then back at her, smirking. "I mean, if you say so."

My red dress wrapped around my curves, hugging me in all the right places. A red string wrapped around my neck, falling seductively behind my shoulder. Red Louis Vuitton heels added a sharp edge to the look, making every step feel like an entrance. My hair was styled in loose waves, giving it a voluminous bounce, and my lips were painted a glossy red, completing the sultry vibe.

"Damn, girl," she says, eyes wide with approval. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'd smash." I give her twirl feeling like I could strut down a runway. The energy is electric, and I know tonight is going to be one for the books.

"Says you," I retort, smirking back at her.

Luna finishes up her makeup, adding a final touch of gloss to her lips before standing up and strutting over to me. She's wearing a stunning short black dress, the open-back design showing just enough skin to turn heads. She's paired it with strappy black heels that make her legs look even longer.

She twirls once, her golden hair catching the light as she smirks. "Well? How do I look?"

I give her a once-over, nodding in approval. "Like trouble," I say with a grin. "The good kind."

She laughs, grabbing her clutch. "Perfect. Let's go ruin some lives."

She stops behind me, looking at my reflection in the mirror, and she slaps my ass playfully.

I glaring at her in the mirror. "Bitch," I laugh.

She grins, her eyes dancing with mischief. "We're so getting laid tonight," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she winks at me.

I look back at her, and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh, wait, I almost forgot," I say, walking over to the counter. I grab a clean, small knife, then hike up my dress slightly to strap it securely to my upper thigh. "Alright, done."

When I look back at her with a satisfied smile, her expression has shifted into one of concern.

"What? You can't be too careful," I say with a casual shrug, smoothing my dress back down.

The sound of Enzo and Santino yelling from the hallway makes me roll my eyes. "Dude, can you guys hurry the fuck up?" Santino grumbles from the other side of the door. "I think I'm starting to get white hairs and wrinkles, goddd."

I side-eye Luna and we both snicker quietly. I grab my purse, and we make our way down the stairs. As soon as our heels click on the marble, Enzo and Santino both look up.

"Nope. No fucking way." Enzo says, his tone exasperated. He strides over and positions himself in front of the door, blocking our path.

"Mari, remember last time we went out? We had to drag a couple of guys out the club because they wouldn't stop going touching you." Enzo crosses his arms, giving us a disapproving stare.

Santino steps in, mimicking his brother. "Yeah, and it wasn't fun. Can't you just throw a sweater on... that?" He motions at my dress, his face a mixture of concern and disgust.

I glare at them both. "It's not our fault we look too good. Anyways, its a good thing you guys are here. " I say, glancing at Luna, who's fighting back a laugh beside me.

Luna bites her lip and I return my gaze to Enzo, still standing in the doorway like a brick wall. "Muoviti, stronzo. (move it, asshole). " I snap. He scoffs but doesn't respond because he knows better than to argue with me when I'm set on something.

Luna and I link arms and start walking past him towards the elevator. Enzo grumbles as he steps aside, but Santino is still tapping his foot impatiently, as if he's been waiting for hours.

"Well, we don't have all day," Luna huffs, motioning for Enzo to step into the elevator.

He exhales sharply, rolling his eyes before brushing past her, his shoulder barely missing hers. Luna scoffs, giving him an annoyed look, but he pointedly ignores her, staring at the elevator doors instead.

I smirk, enjoying the tension between them as I casually press the button to go down.

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Once we arrive in front of the club, the air is alive with the thrum of music and the chatter of the long line of people waiting to get in. The bass reverberates through the pavement, and colorful lights flash through the doors where two massive bouncers are stationed, checking IDs.

I step out of the car, giving my driver a small nod of thanks. The line outside stretches around the building, full of hopeful partygoers, but I don't give it a second thought as we approach the entrance. The moment the bouncers see us, they straighten up and step aside without hesitation.

"Welcome, Ms. De Angelis." one of them says, giving me a respectful nod.

I flash them a small smile, adding a playful wink. "Hey, boys," I reply smoothly. One of them turns beet red, coughing awkwardly, while the other just smirks knowingly. It never fails to amuse me how easily they get flustered.

Inside, the club is a sensory overload. "SexyBack" by Justin Timberlake featuring Timbaland blasts from the speakers, and the dance floor is packed with bodies swaying and grinding to the music. Neon lights flicker and dance across the walls, giving the entire space a seductive glow.

To our right, the bar is overflowing with patrons ordering drinks. The bartender, an old friend of mine, spots me and waves enthusiastically. I give him a quick wave back, making a mental note to catch up with him later.

A sharply dressed employee is already waiting for us at the entrance. Her eyes land on me, and she greets me warmly. "Welcome, Ms. De Angelis," she says, then glances at my brothers and Luna, adding with a friendly smile, "...and family."

"Follow me to your VIP booth," she says, gesturing for us to follow. We weave through the crowd, the pulsating energy of the club surrounding us. People glance our way, some with curiosity and others with envy, but I barely notice.

"This is what I'm talking about!" Santino shouts over the pounding music, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene.

Luna squeezes my arm excitedly. "Oh my God, right? This place is alive!" she squeals, her face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

When we finally reach our booth, it's tucked in a prime spot overlooking the dance floor. Plush seats and a sleek glass table await us, along with a bucket of chilled champagne and glasses already set up. The employee smiles and steps aside, allowing us to settle in.

We slide into the booth, the leather cool against my skin as I cross my legs and lean back.

"Alright," Enzo says, his voice cutting through the pulsing music like a parental lecture waiting to happen. He's sitting upright, his arms crossed as he fixes Santino with a look that screams I'm the responsible one. "First things first, Santino, please don't go overboard on the drinking."

Santino looks up at him, his expression a mix of confusion and mischief. "What—what did I do?" he asks innocently, but the smirk creeping onto his lips betrays him.

Enzo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's dealing with a toddler. Then he shifts his attention to me and Luna, pointing a finger like we're next in line for the lecture. "And you two—please don't leave the club without telling me where you're going."

Luna and I exchange a glance, our annoyance mirrored in each other's eyes. Without saying a word, we both roll our eyes in unison.

"Yes, dad," I reply, my tone dripping with mockery as I cross my arms. "Anything else? Maybe a curfew or a bedtime story?"

Luna, equally unimpressed, huffs and folds her arms. "Yeah, any more rules for us, Enzo? Or can we go have fun now?" she says, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Enzo leans back, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. "No," he says, clearly giving up.

We both smirk, getting up from the booth with a synchronized air of rebellion. Luna grabs my hand, and together we make our way down to the bar, leaving Enzo behind to stew in his overprotectiveness.

As we weave through the crowd, brushing past groups of people swaying to the beat, we finally grab two stools at the bar. I wave a hand to signal the bartender, and he spots me instantly. A grin lights up his face, and he leans in slightly.

"Hi, beautiful. Long time, no see," he says, his tone teasing.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes playfully. "Miss me much?" I reply, leaning on the counter. "Let me get four shots—for me and my bestie."

He nods and glances over at Luna, his grin widening as he gives her a wink. Luna's jaw practically drops, and she grabs my arm.

"Who's that?" she whispers, her voice full of shock and curiosity. "He's mighty fine." Her eyes dart back to the bartender as he pours the shots with practiced ease.

I smirk, leaning in closer to her. "That, my friend, is Kevin. He's annoying but a mighty flirt."

Luna smirks mischievously, her eyes glued to him. "I need me some Kevin. Whew!" she says dramatically, fanning herself like she's about to faint.

I laugh, shaking my head. "You're impossible."

Kevin returns with our shots, placing them on the counter in front of us. "Here you go, mamas." he says with a wink, his smirk as cocky as ever.

I blow him an air kiss as a thank-you, and he smirks before walking off to attend to the growing crowd at the bar.

"Alright, ready?" I ask Luna, grabbing one of the shots and holding it up.

"Ready when you are," she says with a grin, grabbing her own shot.

We clink glasses, downing the first shot in perfect sync. One by one, we take the remaining shots, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through us as we finish.

Feeling the buzz already, we giggle and grab each other's hands, sprinting toward the dance floor like two kids let loose at a carnival.

The music shifts, and the pulsing beat of 2 On (feat. ScHoolboy Q) blasts through the speakers.

We dive into the sea of bodies, the music coursing through us as we move, letting the night take us wherever it pleases.

For what feels like hours, my body moves in perfect rhythm with the music. My skin is damp with sweat, and my feet ache from dancing in heels, but I don't care. It's like I'm in a euphoric trance, my hands gliding up and down my body in sync with the beat. The lights flash, the bass thumps, and everything else fades away.

That is until I'm jolted back to reality by rough hands wrapping around my waist from behind. Warm breath trails down my neck, sending an unwelcome shiver through me. It's a guy. Well, maybe I could have a little fun, I think with a smirk. I press my hips back, grinding against him as we move to the music.

He groans in my ear, his lips brushing my neck.

But then his hands roam lower—gripping my ass firmly before daring to slide further, creeping under the hem of my dress. The instant he tries to lift it, my mood shifts.

Bro, Every. Single. Time.

Why can't guys just chill and dance. They always have to ruin the mood.

I slap his hands away and spin around, ready to give him a piece of my mind. My stomach churns when I see him. He's older—way older—like he could easily be my dad. And then my eyes zero in on his left hand, where a shiny gold wedding ring glares back at me.

Ugh, the audacity.

Disgust floods me, and my expression hardens. I glare at him, but he just smirks sleazily. "What, baby? You want to take this somewhere quiet?" he says, winking as if I'd be into this nightmare scenario.

This. Dumb. Fucking. Hoe.

Did he just really just say that?

"The next time you put your grimy hands on me," I say through gritted teeth, "will be the last time you have hands, you fucking cunt."

But the creep doesn't get the hint to fuck off.

Instead, he has the nerve to grab my wrist, thinking he's in control.

Bad move there buddy.

My reflexes kick in instantly. I grab his hand, twisting it sharply, and press my thumb into a soft pressure point near his wrist. He yelps in pain, though the music drowns out most of his scream.

Amused, I watch as his knees buckle under the pain, and just as he's about to collapse, I drive my knee into his groin with all the force I can muster. He crumples like a sack of bricks, clutching himself and wheezing.

"And that," I purr, leaning in so close he can feel my breath against his ear, "is a little love tap from your wife, you lying, dick-swinging disgrace of a husband."

I release him and turn on my heel, leaving him writhing on the floor like the pathetic excuse for a man he is. My heart's pounding, not from fear, but from adrenaline. I weave through the crowd, heading straight for the bar. Time for another drink—or maybe ten.

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Damn she's gives off mommy vibes.

I've made this much longer for you guys. Hope you guys liked it!

Also the next chapter is much juicer. You'll see ;)

Bye, lovies! (っ◔◡◔)っ

Maddie♡

*This is what I visioned what Mariella's outfits looks like btw.*