Mecojo Ami Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

Betty, who always acted so weak she couldn't even twist open a bottle cap, was now swirling a glass of red wine, looking down on me. "Well, look who it is. Our little charity case of a mafia princess." "Does it hurt, sister?" She ground the tip of her high heel into my ankle, her laughter echoing. "You really think brother is coming to save you? Dream on. He's busy picking out a dress for my book launch right now." "You're insane! What do you want?!" I struggled against my bonds. "What do I want?" Betty took a sip of wine. "I want to get rid of you, you useless obstruction."

"Don’t tell me Becky sent you to bring that to her. Because I swear, if she’s trying to mess with you, I’ll finish her." Zoe chuckled lightly. "Mess with me? Nobody dares. It’s mine. I just needed to warm up this morning. Little whiskey won’t kill." Amaya raised her head. Her smile faded a bit. "You don’t drink whiskey... Alicia. You’re allergic to it."

Me- “Fuck it. We’re on our way” Becca turns into a wild banshee depending on what she’s drinking and it’s not pretty. By the sounds of it- it looks like a bourbon night. Double shit. Can I handle her when I myself am slightly drunk? If I want to help my soon to be brother in law I will have to.

I slid onto the warm leather he’d left behind and waved at the bartender. “Rough night?” he asked, already reaching for a glass. “You have no idea.” I lost count after the third shot. Something clear and vicious that burned just enough to feel honest. The party lights smeared gold across the deck, music thumping like a second heartbeat in my chest. Each drink unwound another knot I’d been carrying for two straight days. By the time I stood up, the ground gave a lazy tilt under my heels, but I didn’t care. I went looking for Luca.

***** Angelica: Oh my, I missed these sexy scenes Amber: Drink, Leo you need to calm down. Leo: #drowninginalcohol #imfurious #imsodissapointed

The loud club music pops out in the upper bar room. "Ah!" Mia and Amber hits the small tumblers on the table laughing drunkenly, but their facial expression tells happiness. "Congratulations Mia, you've gotten a new classic job in a blink of an eye" Amber said sweetly. "I wouldn't have gotten this far if not for your moral and financial support" Mia said lovingly. "Tell you what, we will always succeed" Amber assures. "Yeah. I got an exclusive contract." Mia said as Amber slowly turns the Mentol 50% alcohol into the small tumblers.

What was in those shots? “I’m not being lame, Amy. I’m just getting you water because you’re miniature and can’t handle your liquor. I nudge her so she doesn’t pass out on me. I keep waving my hand to get the bartender’s attention. “And if anything, you’re lame. I’m gonna start calling you Lamy if you pass out in the middle of this club,” I tease her, hoping to rouse her back to life. “No! You’re so lame and dumb! You put the ‘duh’ in ‘dumb.’ Ha!”

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.

TREVOR “Slow down man, you’re gonna get wasted before the real fun even begins. I got some hot brazilian models on their way here,” Kenyon says, holding back the bottle of vodka as I’m about to pour my ninth or tenth glass, I’m not sure. I yank the bottle from his grip, ignoring the glass and chugging directly from the bottle. Wasted is exactly what I need to get. It’s the only reason I came to this damn club.

I’m standing near a window, looking out and still seething about what happened earlier today, despite the number of shots I’ve consumed plus the strong drink I’ve just polished off. “Here, have a hit.” Amalia says, coming up to the window next to me, holding a joint. “It's obvious the alcohol is not helping.” She says with a playful eye roll and giggling, as she passes the joint, blowing the smoke out the window. I roll my eyes, but I take it because she has a point. It’s not. I have a few quick hits before handing it back to her. I hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. “Yeah, sorry, I just can’t understand why he would cheat. Again. I mean, I’m hot, right?” I ask, frowning.