Chapter 5 Come back home

DANTE

Sitting in the back seat of my car, I groaned as I glanced down at my wound that opened again from my excessive movement.

"Getting your dick sucked with that kind of injury is simply crazy!" Matteo shook his head, his face in a permanent scowl.

Tony, my second cousin snorted, his gaze fixed on the phone in his hand as he typed away. Probably looking for someone to fuck next.

I ignored the both of them, my mind drifted to the girl I left kneeling on the floor in her living room. She had been too embarrassed to raise her head after Matteo had barged in on us.

I didn't know why or when I became so careless but I was glad Matteo had come when he did.

Still trying to put a face on where I had seen her before, I turned to Tony and said coldly. "Find out everything you can about her before today ends." Before closing my eyes shut.

He grumbled about how I had just spoilt his fun for today but I was sure he could get the job done in the next few hours.

"Luca had been asking for you. You promised to be there with him tonight for his birthday party." Matteo said suddenly and I opened my eyes and stared at his face through the rearview mirror.

Shit!

I had forgotten today was my son's fifth birthday, I promised I would be there but I wasn't. I could already feel the incoming headache.

***

LYRA

Why? Just why did I let him provoke me into sucking his dick, and I was caught. I had never felt so stupid in my life.

I didn't even know who he was or where he had come from. And I just had to embarrass myself by proving something that doesn't even mean anything.

And I couldn't believe I got wet and dripping just from sucking him off. What the hell was I thinking? And with a dead body just by the door?

I felt stupid.

Just then, my phone rang and I rushed to pick it, my finger paused as I stared at the caller ID, it was my dad.

Why was he calling me? He hasn't called me for more than five times in the past twenty one years. He only calls when he needed something from me.

"Hello, papa." I picked up and greeted after calming my nerves and steadying my voice.

"You should come back home." He said coldly and I clench my teeth. I knew he would say this, I had been avoiding my family but I knew I couldn't avoid them forever.

"Papa, you know..." I started but he cut me off.

"Your sister's getting married." He said and I paused, my heart thumping in my chest.

"What? When? To who?" I asked a series of questions that I knew he wouldn't answer unless I go back home.

"I'll be expecting to see you tomorrow." He simply said before ending the call.

I stared at my phone for a long time, thinking about how controlling my father was and as the first daughter, I was supposed to be the prim and proper child who answers to his beck and call...but I wasn't, my grandma made sure of that.

Sighing, I dropped my phone and stood up. I didn't even have the strength to clean up my small living room but I didn't care, after everything that had happened today I needed a good sleep.

So I decided to rest.

***

The next day

Walking into the night club, I glanced at my phone screen before breathing a sigh of relief...I wasn't late.

"Hey Lyra!"

Sandra greeted from behind the bar counter with a wide grin on her face.

Sandra was my co-worker and best friend. She knows almost all my deepest secrets and what I did five years ago.

"Hey Sandra!" I waved back and took my place beside her.

"You're on serving duty today, remember?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed.

"I'll share my tips?" I blinked at her but she shook her head.

"You can't bribe me today, I need to stay behind the counter... Enzo's orders." She stated and my shoulders slumped, I knew I couldn't go against Enzo's orders.

"Okay, fine. No sharing of my tips then." I shrugged and smiled when she gasped dramatically.

"Off you go!" She pushed me slightly after handing me a tray with drinks and I laughed as I moved towards a group of men that already looked drunk.

"Here are your drinks, gentlemen." I smiled as I placed the bottles on the table in front of them and I noticed as their eyes roam around my body.

Scums!

As I turned to leave one of them held my hand, "Why don't you have a drink or two with us? We promise you a good time." He licked his lips and I almost gagged.

"No thank you. You know the rules here, you can't ask us to drink with you!" I smirked and he scowled but I didn't care one bit.

"Nice butt!" The ugly thing said, smacking my ass as I moved past him.

"Fuck you!" I cursed, flipping my middle finger at him as I swayed my hips back to the counter. I could hear their loud whistling from behind me.

Well...I couldn't blame them, I was dressed in a short skirt, nety leggings and a very deep neck crop top...dress code.

"They can't keep their hands to themselves like always!" Sandra scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Tell me about it." I shrugged.

"Hey..." Sandra called and I turned to her, confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I noticed the slight frown on her face.

"I have a feeling that someone has be staring at you since you got here." She nodded towards a very dark corner in the club but I could barely make out anyone there.

After adjusting my eyes, I managed to make out a figure of a man sitting there. I noticed the strokes of black tattoo that peaked out from underneath the sleeves of his dark suit and that was all...the rest of his being was hidden like a shadow.

Shrugging, I stood behind the counter and watched as my boyfriend Nick (or should I say ex?) walked into the club with him arms wrapped around the waist of a bimbo.

We had been doing on and off for months now so I decided I was single, I didn't care if he decided to sleep with all the girls in the city.

Noticing me, his eyes roamed around my body before meeting mine. "I didn't know you worked here." He smirked and I scoffed inwardly.

I smiled sweetly at him, "I didn't know you have a new girlfriend! How is Celeste?" I asked about the last girl I saw with him with a confused face.

He frowned, probably clenching his teeth but I didn't care.

"Honey, who's this?" His bimbo asked with an obviously fake voice. I glanced at Sandra and we both forced ourselves to hold back our laughs.

"Oh, I'm his girlfriend or ex." I said before he could say anything.

Her face changed suddenly as she pressed her fake boobs into his arms and whined. "Is that true?" She asked Nick while blinking cutely.

God!!

"No, she's just joking!" He smiled nervous and rubbed her lower back reassuringly.

She turned to me and smirked triumphantly that I almost laughed out.

"Oh sweetheart, you can keep him. His dick was small anyways," I smiled but it didn't reach my eyes "It couldn't even scratch an itch."

Scoffing, Nick spat out angrily. "You were always insensitive to my touch and always so fucking dry." he smirked like he had just shamed me in front of everyone.

"I think you're just too small that sleeping with you felt like trying to put a pin inside of a cup." I grinned, raising my brows as I stared at his crotch, shaking my head in pity.