Mafia's Pet

iii – clubbing and mystery guy

“how do i politely ask him to slam me against a wall and make out with me”

**

“We are going to a club tonight,” Quinn was going through Ivy's closet, as if she didn't already know what was in it, trying to find the right outfit for Ivy.

“But I'm sore,” Ivy complained. Gabriel had warned her that it's worse on the third day, and that she would have to work out just a bit yesterday. But she didn't believe him. And so she was sore. Like her whole body had been run over by a truck and then been showed through a garbage disposal.

Yet she missed it. Today was worse. Even laughing could bring tears of pain to her eyes. So maybe alcohol would be the best solution to forget about the pain.

“Wait a club?” Ivy's head whipped around to look at Quinn, making her groan when the pain shot down her spine. “How are you getting in? Finally got a fake ID?”

“Apparently it's the Mafia's club, the Boss' owns it. Maybe we'll finally get to see him.” Quinn spoke, cheering when she found a dress. “This, you gotta put this on tonight.”

It was a simple burgundy satin dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline, it would stop mid-thigh. With a low back and a slit at the thigh, it would show of Ivy's hourglass figure just perfectly.

“It's perfect! You've always been the best at finding the right outfits.” Ivy stated. She got up from her bed, letting the misery she had been in, stay in the bed, and grabbed the dress from her bestfriend.

It was already late in the afternoon so if they were going to be ready for tonight, they had to get started now. You can't hurry beauty, you just can't. That's something the guys doesn't understand.

“You're doing my makeup, right?” Quinn looked at Ivy with those puppy eyes that she just knew Ivy couldn't say no to.

“If you promise to let me drink as much as I want to.” Quinn squinted her eyes at her, probably thinking about all the other times they've been at a party and Ivy drinking as if she had a hole in her stomach.

Drinking is the easiest way to forget about everything. It's not healthy, she knows that. But she doesn't do drugs, she doesn't drink every second of the day. Hell, she doesn't even drink when she's sad, mad or any other negative feelings.  

When she does drink though, she drinks as if there is no tomorrow. Like it's her last day on earth. When she drink, when she's at a party, she's living. She' living in that moment. She' not thinking about tomorrow, yesterday, 10 years ago, her future. No, it's all about living in the moment. Having fun, enjoying her life right then and there.

“Don't blame me if you do anything stupid.” Quinn had her finger pointing at Ivy, a serious look on her face.

“Oi, I have never blamed you.” Ivy protested clearly not happy about that accusation.

“Uh huh, let's just say that,” Quinn retorted. “Get your butt in the shower. It's 6, we gotta go at 10.”

“Four hours?! Get out!” Ivy pushed Quinn out of her room and slammed the door shut. Four hours to get ready when they both had to shower, shave, dry and style hair, do their makeup AND pour booze down their throat? Quinn's killing her.

**

Quinn was sitting on Ivy's desk chair with Ivy doing her makeup, while Mike was sitting on Ivy's bed complaining about how slow they are. He had a dark grey button down shirt on with black jeans and a beer in his hand. Beer is disgusting, the smell, the taste. How can anyone drink that disgusting liquid?

The hot shower had loosened up Ivy's hurting body, but her arms still ached as she tried to do Quinns makeup. She had done her own before her bestfriends while Quinn curled Ivy's hair. Quinn had always been the best with hair while Ivy was the better one at doing makeup.

“You're taking foreverrrrr,” Mike whined from the bed. He had put the beer on the bedside table and laid down on the bed, looking up at the world map Ivy had put up over her bed.

“Go do something else then.” Ivy responded as she pointed towards the door with her free hand. She does not have the best focus so it's next to impossible for her to do Quinn's makeup, and listen to Mike complain.

“I don't like you.”

“Tell it to someone who cares,” She retorted. He huffed but walked out anyway as Ivy sighed with relief. Finally silence.

Quinn had on a beautiful, plain, purple body-con. It stopped just above her knees, but it had some pretty mesh sleeves with purple flowers. It made her red hair stand out and her sea blue eyes sparkle that much more.

She didn't have the same curves as Ivy, but f**k she looked gorgeous anyway. Curves isn't everything. She didn't have a butt that made guys trip over their feet, but she had boobs that would make anyone jealous – and the boys fall in love, she knew that.

“Are you ready?” Quinn took a last sip of her drink and stood up from the chair she had been sitting on, grabbing her bag that laid on the bed.

“Always.” Ivy replied with a grin. She turned of every power outlet in her room – a, good, habit she had gotten from home, - and walked downstairs with Quinn.

“Looking good ladies,” Daniel whistled when he saw the two girls. Ivy twirled around, giving him a show of what he wouldn't get for some time, after his earlier 'you're kids' comment.

“Don't they always?” A voice said from behind them. Ivy would recognize that kind voice anywhere.

“Emmelie!” She beamed and flew into her arms. Em is Jacob's fiancé, they are high school sweethearts. She was the first to take Ivy and Maria under her wings when they had moved in. She taught them about the boys' weird habits.

Like how Mike is a sleepwalker, or Daniel who will eat 3 raw eggs every morning. Gabriel that likes to watch girly movies, which is more funny than weird because he likes to act tough, but they all know he isn't. And Alexander who likes to watch anime, again – not that weird, they weren't judging.

Of course there is still Ryan. You'll find out about him later. It's worth the wait, promise.

“The taxi is here,” Ryan called from the kitchen. Alex was the first one out of the door, the rest of the group followed behind him.

When Quinn and Ivy first moved here, the group would always discuss who should stay sober and drive them to parties and whatnot, until Quinn came up with the idea of taking a taxi. The best idea they had had since moving there.

**

Ivy saw him sitting there. His chocolate colored hair had a glow to it, it wasn't too long nor too short. It had that perfect length where you could pull it in bed, and still style it so it looked good. It had a few waves and she was sure, if she could see his face, that it framed it perfectly.

The navy blue t-shirt was clinging onto his body, making it clear that he had muscles. And even if it hadn't, you could see it on his arms. He didn't look like a bodybuilder, but he didn't have spaghetti arms either. A tattoo sleeve had taken over his left arm, sadly she wasn't closed enough to make out was the motive was, but it looked good on him.

Her cheeks flushed red when he turned his head around to look at her. She was guessing that he could sense her looking at him. A smirk formed on his face making his emerald green eyes shine a little brighter.

His eyes scanned her body quickly and for some reason she wanted to curl together, or run away from his stare. But she couldn't. His eyes demanded that she stayed, they wanted to search every inch of her body. Her soul.

Ivy jerked her head back when a hand waved in front of it. Quinn was looking at her with curiosity painted on her face.

“Who's the cutie?” She scanned the club trying to find the guy who had taken all of Ivy's attention from the minute she had stepped inside, but he was gone. A wave of disappointment washed through her body. She tried to shake it off of her but his face was printed onto her mind, she couldn't let the thought of him go.

“I need alcohol.” Ivy grabbed Quinns hand pulling her up to the bar. “10 shots of tequila, thank you.”

“Can I see some ID?” The bartender looked down at them before breaking out in a smile. “Just kidding. You're with Coiro, right?” He got 10 shot glasses from underneath the table and started pouring.

“How'd you know?”

“You have to know these things when you're working in the bosses bar.” He replied with a shrug. Ivy nodded when he pushed the glasses towards them. Guess that made sense.

“Is he here?” Quinn asked in curiosity, again looking around the club but this time for the guy they called Boss.

“Sure is, but you aren't meeting him.” Ryan had come up from behind the two girls, taken them both by surprise. Ivy rolled her eyes, a thing she had started doing a lot after moving in with they guys, and she knew if her mom her here she would say, “Keep doing that and your eyes will get stuck back there.” She missed them.

“Always spoiling the fun.”

Quinn's body moved to the beat while Ivy was sitting at the table, her eyes rested on Ryan whose eyes were on Quinn. They flickered between her and the table in front of him.

“Go dance with her,” Ivy encouraged him with a smile. He looked over at Quinn before looking down at the table again, and shook his head.

“I can't. What if she doesn't want me to?” Ivy was used to boys thinking they could do whatever they wanted, they didn't care about anyone's feeling. But Ryan was a man, he wasn't a boy anymore.

“She does, trust me on this.” Ryan gave her a grateful smile before he made his way over to Quinn. Ivy couldn't hear what he said to her but the way that Quinn's cheeks flushed red, she already knew.

Ivy wasn't the biggest fan of clubs. She was more of a party-at-someones-house type of girl. At clubs you lose your friends, they find a guy and leaves you alone, or you get your things stolen. You can rarely get a table or a chair to sit on, and the music was so loud it would turn you deaf before the evening was over.

Parties are more fun. You know most of the people at the party, you don't need an ID to even get in the door. There's enough places to sit and there's even beds to have fun in. Try to find a bed in a club.

But she didn't mind it here. Quinn was having fun with Ryan, Em and Jacob had disappeared so she was left alone with the last four guys. They had all been drinking and she knew that it was now she should ask the questions that she had, but her bladder decided to interrupt her. So she excused herself from the table after asking for directions to the bathroom.

Her dad had always said that she could get lost in a phone-booth, so when she found herself in a dark hallway she was sure that she had made the wrong turn somewhere.

The music was still ringing in her ears and the alcohol pumped through her veins. She put her left hand out to support herself on the wall, it was hard to see in the darkness and of course she had left her purse with her phone by the table, so she couldn't even turn the flashlight on.

“Hey Sunshine,” A warm breath touched her ear sending shivers through her body. She tried to turn around but he had placed his hands on her hips. The touch burned through her dress yet she enjoyed the feeling. She hadn't heard anyone coming but the music was still loud, that might have been the reason why.

“Who's there?” Her voice quivered as she spoke. There was a husky laugh coming from the person, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was the mystery guy from earlier. It hadn't sounded like a girl voice, though she could be wrong, but she hoped it was him.

He pushed her up against the wall, face first so she wouldn't be able to look at him. Not that she would be able to see much anyway. His hands lingered on her hips before he moved them upwards. He took a hold of her hair and moved it away from her neck, so he could lay sweet kisses on there that made her whole body burn.

A moan threatened to escape her throat. He knew what he was doing. With two easy swipes he had hoisted her dress and pulled her underwear to the side. His hand felt rough against her skin but she liked it. He was quick to find what he was looking for, not that it would be that much of a maze since she was already wet.

She didn't know who he was but the effect he had on her body was insane.

The husky laugh was heard once again, “So wet for me already, Sunshine.” Sunshine, a nickname she had yet to be called before but the way he said it, made her insides melt.

Her body vibrated with his laugh as his fingers quickly plunged inside her. This time she couldn't stop the moan, it escaped before she even had the chance to react.

“s**t,” she moaned and arched her back. Two of his fingers danced inside of her while his thumb rubbed her c**t. He pressed up against her, grabbing a better hold of her hair close to her skull, careful not to hurt her, and pulled her head backwards.

“You're such a good girl for me,” he purred into her ear. Her knees got weak, the words went straight to her v****a. His fingers moved faster getting her closer to an o****m, but he stopped right before she let it wash over her.

“Wh-what?” She stuttered, flushed. She wanted to tell him to keep going, or finish the job herself, but he spun her around before she got the chance.

“Shh,” he said and lifted her off the ground. She was still leaning against the wall but this time her legs were around the mystery man's waist, hugging him tight to make sure she wasn't about to fall down.

His pants rustled as they fell to the floor and the sound of plastic being ripped open caught her ears. Even in the heat of a moment he remembered protection, she liked this guy more and more.

At the same time he thrust inside of her, he looked into her eyes. She gasped when she saw them. The beautiful green eyes. This time they didn't shine because of his smirk, this time they sparkled of lust. You couldn't miss it.

“You,” she moaned. He had hit the right spot inside of her. The same smirk from earlier formed on his face. He didn't say anything, he just kept thrusting. His fingered explored her body, they wanted to touch everything. They flicked over her hard n*****s, cupped her breasts, hugged her butt.

He thrust harder and harder, she moaned louder and louder. She grabbed onto his hair, and she had been right earlier,

it was the perfect length to pull in bed.