Maria’s pov-
We are currently in my old room.
I hadn’t yet had the chance to gather my things and move them to Lucien’s room, so all my stuff was still here to witch I was glad for considering we had decided to get ready here to avoid Lucien or Lorenzo catching us.
We had done our make-up as fast as possible.
Aimee was sort of an expert and had completely fixed my face up, hiding any signs that I had been crying as well as successfully patching up my wound with a slight smaller patch.
I was dreading the looks I would receive because of that thing. I mean, a woman at a nightclub with a bandage on her face, there was no denying that I was bound to catch more than a few looks.
I told Aimee of my plans to leave and surprisingly she was excited for me. She believes that I deserve it and in her words “your happiness is worth more than anything, put yourself first for a change Maria”
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Maria’s pov- The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said ‘El Diablo’ I didn’t read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil. “Right girls no rules except please stay out of trouble, I would like to be able to go to bed happily drunk when we get home without having my toes removed by lorenzo and lucien first” Diego smiled widely as if his statement was a normal things to say. He radiated excitement and to be honest I think he is more excited to get out to club then I am. “Diego you are to stay alert. This is not our territory and I would
Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldn’t be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. “What will it be guys?” he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? “I will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are having” Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didn’t know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money it’s a whiskey. “Rum and coke please” Aimee ordered. “And you darling?” he asked taking his attention to me. “Erm, do you have something alcoholic but without the nasty taste” I asked awkwardly, fully aware of how stupid I must look asking such a question in a nightclub. “Aye I can tell you’re a first timer, first time drinking or first night out?” he asked wi
Carlos’s POV-I watched Maria from where I was sat. I couldn’t help myself the sight was captivating as I watched her sway her hips to the beat that bounced around us.Her hands gliding over her body seductively as she drunkenly lost herself to the music. She is fascinatingly beautiful and I practically squirmed in my seat with the pulsing hardness that grew against the fabric of my trousers just from watching her.I glanced around seeing that I wasn’t the only one. Without knowing and so obviously oblivious to her effect she had grown an audience from more then a few men.I clenched my teeth at the ogling freshmen that didn’t hide his arousal as he eyed her from the bar.I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. I wasn’t one to get worked up for any woman but it seems this woman had wriggled her way into my mind more than id like
Maria’s POV- I stumbled myself through the tons of people as I tried to find the toilets. I hadn’t needed the toilet since I had arrived but now I was bursting and I had no clue where to find the toilets in this place. I swear to the gods above if I didn’t find a toilet soon I would for sure have no choice but to go where I was standing. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I made my way into an empty corridor. I was drunk so unbelievably drunk but I couldn’t care. I was having fun and I really enjoyed myself despite the worry of who owns this place. The lights where dull down this corridor that I had stumbled down. A creepy feel in the air but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I got that feeling being that we where in a nightclub. I had a sickening feeling that I wouldn’t find a toilet down here but more like a dead body or something
I pushed the door to the ladies room open and made my way to the cubicle almost tripping over my own feet at the rush and need to release my bladder. It was only once I had sat upon the toilet seat that I really felt how totally fucking drunk I was. A nauseous feeling was settled in my stomach and a head ache began to boom so loud I felt like my brain was going to explode. I finished on the toilet stumbling out the cubicle to wash my hands. I needed my bed or somewhere to lie down. I took in my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks where blush red and the strands of hair at the front of my head where damp from sweating on the dance floor. At least my make up was still intact perfectly fine where it was painted to my face. I took a deep breath in an attempt at ridding the nausea from my stomach. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over. I wanted to st
Carlos’s POV- I held Maria close by her waist, my arm holding her body up as she tipsily swayed in her walk. “Maria? Are you okay?” Damon questioned in panic as he observed her wet cheeks and black mascara that smeared beneath her eyes. “I am fine, just a small incident with a horny guy that’s all” she brushed it off like the incident was no big deal. The incident was in fact a big deal and if I ever see that freshman again he won’t get off so easily. “Shit. Fuck. I should have never left you alone in the toilets” Damon tugged at his hair agitatedly. I furrowed my brows at is words. He had been with her and then left her? “You left her? Again!” I fired, anger building at the information that he could have protected her. He clenched his jaw.
Maria’s POV- “Shh, fuck” Diego hissed at Aimee as she drunkenly took a fall, her hysterical laughter bouncing from the garage walls with an echo. I couldn’t help the loud burst of laughter as it escaped my lips. I had seen her drunk before but boy oh boy this was next level. I myself wasn’t feeling as drunk anymore just a slight tipsy feeling lingered but mostly tired and ready for my bed. “You are super handsome” Aimee complemented Marcel out loud as he gently lifted her from the floor and to her feet with a chuckle. “Shit” she froze, swaying awkwardly as she tugged at the bottom of her dress as if attempting to make the fabric longer. “Shit indeed” I followed the voice to the door that lead to the house, my eyes landing on Lorenzo standing with his arms folded as he furiously looked to Marcel and Diego.
Maria's POV- “I fucking told you, Maria. He’s a dead man you will see” Lucien fired his double meaning. I froze at his words his threat from days ago ‘I wont just make him watch, I’ll make you watch as the life leaves his eyes’ repeating in my mind. The anger was rolling through me in waves I was physically shaking at the furiousness I was feeling. He had a nerve. He was here spying on the man whilst that same man had done nothing but protect me tonight. I turned to see Lucien opening the door of his car. I didn’t know where he was heading but I new him all too well to know that he was planning on going through with his threat. A fire of need to protect the man that had only ever protected me was a need and must and before I knew it my mind had already sent the signal f