Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

The bartender handed her the liquor bottles and she walked out. She got into the right side of the passenger seat in the front and started to chug the whisky down. Connor looked at her with concern, “Hey baby sis are you ok” Glory just looked at him and finished off the first bottle of whisky. The jeep had been speeding out of the town trying to get back to the compound before Eddie woke up. Glory rolled down the window and threw the bottle out. “I'm just preachy, asshole how come you sided with Paul I am your sister what is wrong with you. I thought that you loved me but I guess not” Glory’s faced looked a little flushed and she was starting to slur her words. Great Connor thought to himsel

Ana chirped, feeling happy with the numbers being played “Heck no, don’t do that, don’t burn the floor this club belongs to my girlfriend, no please HELP,” Mak was sloshed already,Mahira and Ana didn’t know whom was he talking to as he looked everywhere but at them, the girls laughed at his comic antics Just then the door opened and Mohaga entered, she looked at Mak completely drunk, she sat down next to him, taking him in a huge embrace “Oh my sugar, look mama’s here, why did you drink so much baby,” she coddled with her baby as Ana and Mahira looked at each other

[TRIGGER WARNING: The following chapter contains violence against women, murder, and mention of self-harm.] Heavy, drunk, and menacing footsteps closed inside the dimly lit bedroom. Mia Armando's head whipped to the door, where her brother stood at a distance. A bottle of half-full vodka in his hand, the rim of his dark eyes were red, and white powder peppered around his slightly hooked nose. "Antonio? Why are you here?" Mia's voice was meek, like a scared mouse stuck in a den of vipers.

My cousin Mireya welcomed not only me, but also Liliana and Sofia from Northern California and the newest member of the Roríguez cartel women, Mia Roríguez. When Mireya and I greeted Mia, the last person I expected to see was Dante. Whatever was happening had obviously included the famiglia. My heart beat erratically when his dark eyes met mine. I recalled our agreement to act as if nothing had happened, yet my body had a mind of its own.

We manage to find some seats by the bar and order some drinks , when our order finally arrives, Mia downs her drinks immediately like she has been dying of thirst in the Sahara desert. "Slow down girl I don't want to have to drag your drunk self all the way home "I say to which she laughs while signalling the bartender for another drink . "First off , you ain't going to to drag my ass home because I am definitely planning on getting laid so I will be out all night "

I was walking around half-naked like it was nothing. I opened the fridge and got a cold bottle of water when Enzo crashed through the front door. Enzo stumbled into the room, clearly inebriated. His tie was loose, hair messy, and he smelled like whiskey. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and stared at me, his dark eyes slowly raking over my almost-naked body. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. “Well, well… look at this,” he slurred, stepping closer. Enzo approached me before he slapped my buttocks with force, which created a loud sound that filled the empty kitchen space. “Nice ass, little stepbrother.”

Have Mikko clean this up. Upstairs, I found Maria slouching over a bucket, while Madre rubbed her back. "How much did you get out of her?" I asked. Madre shook her head. " Not much...She's not very easy to gag...she tried to bite your brother's fingers, when he gagged her." Marco shook his head. "She's like a damn dog with rabies!"

"You'll have to excuse my date, Mrs. Lime, she has had a lot to drink." Rat bastard. One drink wasn't a lot. It was a good way to make me feel like I was an alcoholic, though. God only knew it was only a matter of time before that actually became true. Milo had a way of making me want to drink. Mrs. Lime burst out laughing. "Oh, don't you worry none, my dear. Everyone here is secretly plastered." She reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Cheri Lime." "Hi, I'm..."

I shrugged, “I don't know what's happening to me, Mia, but every nerve cell in my body hums with your name.” “What’s going to happen now?” she asked me as I walked closer to her. I shrugged, “you’re my brother’s mate. I can't do anything.” Mia grimaced, “Fuck Javier. He's already Liv’s puppet.” A snort escaped my lips at the look on her face and I grabbed a glass cup and wine from the bar. “Wanna join me? Seems like you'll need a drink,” I chuckled. “Sure. But why do you always drink?” she asked me.

said Mitch. We've had a mans shots of Bloody Mary so we're both tipsy by now. "Mitch, I was broken into pieces when daddy disappeared and when mommy left me. I feel like there's no tomorrow for me anymore. I feel like I'm a leaf that has fallen from its stem and will go into uncertainty." The alcohol content of what we drink has already affected me. The thump inside the bar got even louder and the whole area became more colorful because of the lightning and various clothes of the people inside.