Luca's pov
When I walked into the VIP room, it was a mad sight. Bottles of vodka and whiskey were littered about, all empty. The frosted glass table was smeared with the illegal powder and a couple of women were tangled up on the floor in the middle of a cat fight.
“He's mine, he's mine, he's mine!” Valentina was saying over and over like a possessed person as she tugged hard on another girl's hair.
A muscle ticked in my temple. I picked one of the bottles and threw it against the wall.
CRASH!
Their actions stilled immediately and all five pairs of intoxicated eyes flew to where I stood.
“You have two minutes to pull yourself together and stop making a scene.” I growled, my voice tinged with warning.
They instantly got off each other, their movements slowed and unsteady because
