Gods and Monsters (Mafia Romance)

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Alicia’s P.O.V.

Three tequila shots and a vodka – sour-cherry-juice later, I was dancing with my friends on the dance floor of the main club area, when Amanda switched places with Liam, and came to stand right next to me.

I started dancing with her, until she lightly nudged my side with her elbow, as she wiggled her brows in a direction across from us. I stopped dancing and turned to look there, my lips sucking on the straw in my glass, as I sipped on my drink.     

“He’s actually trying to convince everyone that he’s oh so over you?” Amanda laughed, shaking her head, but fury was now probably visible on my face. “Please… He’s dancing and kissing his girlfriend, while his eyes are on you, and he doesn’t even try to hide it!” Amanda continued. 

My lips let go of the straw and found my glass, before I gulped down my whole drink, trying to restrain myself. Truth is, I was so f*****g over Draven, I even questioned myself on how I had been with him for this long in the first place, but when I saw him looking at me like… like that, something snapped.

“Wanna give him a stroke?” Liam murmured in my ear, as his hands settled on my hips. 

I was about to push his hands off me, when I met her  eyes. 

“Sure!” I turned to him, smirking seductively, after one more glare towards Stacy, who was looking at me with that triumphal smile on her face. 

I ignored Cheryl’s questioning glance, as I turned to face Liam, my hands all over him, and his all over me, while we danced. 

When I turned to look at them again, I found my ex staring at me, furious, while drinking gin from the bottle. He was no longer dancing or making out with Stacy, who was now dancing with Isabella a few feet away from him. Daria was nowhere in sight, probably f*****g someone in the restroom, Raquel was making out with Leo, Marianna was dancing with Miguel’s hands on her ass and Damien and Sergio were drinking by the high table they were all standing around. 

“We should give them a better show…” Liam murmured again, as his hands started moving a little lower on my body. 

I didn’t stop him, instead, I turned my face back to him, after paying Draven with the same triumphal smile that he and Stacy had been giving me before. “Sure!” I said again, with a sexy grin on my face.

Liam moved us a bit further from the rest of our group, as I answered to Cheryl’s worried glances with a reassuring nod. 

Soon I started dancing on Liam again, and when I was sure that Draven was about to lose his s**t, I thought of provoking him a little bit more. Liam’s hands had been trying to rest on my ass for a while, but fearing for my reaction, he hadn’t made a move yet. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his hands and placed them where they wanted to be all along. 

Liam’s gaze shot up to me, surprised, and I bit my bottom lip and shrugged, looking in his dark eyes. He didn’t waste any more time, his hands grabbed my ass, squeezing and feeling me up, as we started dancing again.

I would probably regret this tomorrow, but at the moment, and after a couple of drinks, it didn’t seem as bad of an idea. 

“Very classy! Cheap f*****g w***e!” Draven’s voice echoed from behind me.

I smirked, taking my time to turn around to face him, and making sure for my hair to flip in the process. 

Damien and Sergio were close behind him, probably to restrain him from making a scene. Not that they would succeed off course, Draven was known for his anger issues. 

Stacy was back to their group, glaring daggers in our direction, while sipping on her drink, probably trying to calm herself down. 

“I’ve been called worse…” I smiled at him.

Cheryl and the rest of my group was soon here as well.

“I bet you have…” I heard Sergio huffing from behind Draven. 

I gave him the finger, as Draven turned to glare at him.

He then turned back to me. “Oh really? Like what?” He challenged.

“Your girlfriend.” I crossed my arms over my chest, my smile still on my face. 

God, I love Tumblr!

His face turned about 57 different colors, especially when my girlfriends started laughing, before Liam decided to step in.

“You’re interrupting something here, you know.” He said arrogantly. 

“Shut the f**k up, fucker!” Draven growled and made a step closer to us, but Damien pulled him back. 

“Your girlfriend is waiting for you Draven. Please do us all a favor and get lost.” Cheryl stood right next to me. 

“Here’s another one…” Sergio gave Cheryl a once over and she c****d one questionable eyebrow. “Cheap f*****g whore.” Sergio explained, smirking. 

“Oh please, you literally pay for nudes… That's like, top level on desperate!” Cheryl replied to him, pushing back Eric, who had made a threatening step towards Sergio. 

I giggled at what she said, but my eye caught Pablo glaring at her, and Sabina glaring up at him. Off course he would get offended by what she had said, after all, he was friend with the rest of the football players and one of the guys who had bought my nudes from Draven. I didn’t like him very much, but I hadn’t said anything, because I knew that my friend did.

“Guys it’s getting boring here, how about we go up?” Amanda decided to interfere. Thankfully, because otherwise we would probably get kicked out of here soon, when Draven, Sergio, Liam and Eric started throwing punches to each other, with Pablo and Damien probably trying to separate them.

“Yes, I agree! What else did we get the VIP cards for anyway?” Sabina said, smirking, when she saw Stacy approaching. 

Stacy glared at her, but turned to Draven without a word. “Will you come? I’m bored.” She told him playfully, but she wasn’t tricking me. I knew she was hurt by his behavior, and rightfully so, but then again, she brought this upon herself. 

Draven sent me another glare and turned around, leaving with his hand inside Stacy’s short dress. 

Ew… 

Sergio and Damien followed them. 

“Wait for me, I’m going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back and then we can go.” I said to Liam and Amanda, who were right next to me. 

“Want me to come with you?” Amanda asked but I shook my head no and rushed towards the restroom. 

Walking past Damien, I pulled him close to me and in a flirty tone I said “Meet me in the ladies’ room.”

A few minutes later, Damien appeared in the restroom with a cocky grin on his face. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“So what you have in mind?” He said, getting a little too close to me and putting his hands on my hips.

I pushed him away and glared at him.

“Oh come on! You liked it last time!” 

Flush was heard from one of the toilette stalls and a girl got out, eyeing us suspiciously. We waited for her to wash her hands and get out, but then a group of five girls got in, laughing.

“f**k this!” I murmured, grabbed Damien by the wrist and pulled him in a toilette stall, locking the door behind me. 

His eyes were full of lust as he stared up and down my body.

“What the f**k did you do with our video?” I hissed, lightly pushing him. 

“What video?” He smirked. 

I narrowed my eyes at him. I had wanted to have this conversation with him since the blackmailing incident last Friday, but this whole week the Football team was on a trip to Germany, so I didn’t see him at all in school. 

“Oh… Our s*x-tape.” His smirk didn’t leave his face. 

“f*****g i***t! Who did you send it to?” I pushed him again, as I tried not to yell.

He ignored my question. “I watch it every night, before sleep, praying for you to let me finger your perfect p***y again.” He made a step closer to me, trying to squeeze me between himself and the stall’s door. 

I slapped him hard. 

His eyes hardened as he stared at me, not moving. I returned his stare, glaring daggers at him. Eventually he took a step back and turned his back on me, trying to calm himself down.

“I didn’t send anyone. We agreed on that. Besides, Draven finding out that I f****d you a few days after you two broke up would be the end of our friendship.” He said, serious. 

I looked down, folding my hands over my chest, then looked back up to him.

“You didn’t f**k me – f**k me…” I said quietly. 

“Fine, finger-f****d you and filmed it, is that better?” He glared at me again. 

“Are you sure you sent no one?” I asked him again, more softly this time.

“Yes Alicia, I’m f*****g sure! As soon as one more person has this kind of s**t, it never stops! I wouldn’t send anyone, not for you, but for me. Do you believe me now?”

“Is it possible that you were hacked?” I asked him after a few moments of silence. 

His head snapped to me, looking confused. “Not that I know of… Why?” 

I contemplated telling him, but decided against it. “Nothing… Are you sure though?” 

“I don’t know, how does one even know if he’s hacked?” 

“Someone blackmailed me with that video…” I blurted out.

His eyes widened. “Who?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t know and it doesn’t matter… Are you sure that you don’t know how someone else would get it?” 

He looked skeptical for a moment then realization seemed to hit him and he ran his hand through his dark hair, cursing. 

“What?” I asked, anxiety hitting me hard.

“I’m not sure if that’s it, but about a month ago my laptop got stolen from my father’s car… I had saved the video in there and never really cared to put a password, because nobody goes through my stuff. But I don’t know though, that’s the only way I can think of someone having access to it, without knowing. Cause if someone hacked me for that specific video, it means they knew about it, and I’ve never told anyone. Have you?”

“I told Cheryl, but only after the blackmailing… f**k, does this mean that it could be on the internet right now?” I said, panicking.

“Alicia?” Cheryl’s voice was heard from outside. 

I sighed and opened the door for her.

“What are you doing here?” She narrowed her eyes, looking at Damien, who didn’t pay her any attention.

“I’ll look it up and tell you.” He said, as Cheryl got in the toilette stall with us and closed the door behind her.

“What’s going on?” My best friend asked again. 

“I asked him about the video…” I told her. 

“And?” She urged me to continue. 

“His laptop was stolen, it could be all over the internet…” I said, barely holding back tears. My best friend hugged me, caressing my hair.

Damien sat up from the toilet seat and made to get out of the stall.

“Is her face showing?” Cheryl asked him and he tensed. 

He turned and looked at me. I looked down, biting my bottom lip. 

“It shows me… sucking his fingers after…” I muttered. 

“f**k, Ali…” Cheryl sighed. 

“I’ll let you know if I find it online.” Damien said, getting out of the stall.

Cheryl and I sat in there silent for a few minutes.

Eventually I got my voice back and asked “Where are the others?”

“I told them to get to the VIP part and that we would be there soon…” She murmured.

I nodded and took a deep breath. “Let’s go! We’re supposed to have fun tonight.” 

Cheryl smiled and followed close behind me.

We paid no mind to Draven and Stacy glaring at us, when we passed by them, and headed to the elevators. Cheryl put her card on the card entry of the third elevator and soon we were on the roof-garden club. 

Green and purple disco-lights were moving around the roof-garden and it felt as if the whole building was trembling from the loud music. 

Perfect partying environment! 

The roof-garden was huge and the view -of the sea on the one side, and the city on the other- was exquisite. There was a bar here too, as well as some high-tables here and there, a heightened dance-floor and on the side a platform with a few sitting arias, with sofas and coffee-tables. 

Cheryl and I exchanged a knowing, let’s-get-drunk  look, as we started looking for the rest of our group. 

Not long later, Cheryl was making out with Eric and Amanda was dancing with Sabina and Pablo, while Liam and I headed towards the bar, since the guys offered to open a bottle. 

“A bottle of Vodka and seven glasses, over there.” Liam told the bartender, pointing to the rest of our group.

“Any brand preferences?” The bartender asked and Liam looked at me.

“Belvedere!” I smiled. 

All or nothing… 

The bartender nodded and when I was about to turn around, Liam grabbed my upper arm and stopped me.

“How about a couple more shots?” He gave me his signature smirk. 

“You’re reading my mind…” I grinned.

“Tequila?” He asked, turning back to the bartender. 

“Tequila!” I confirmed.

“We also want a round of tequila cruda.” 

The bartender handed us two shot glasses with tequila and a slice of lime, and two small packets of salt. Liam ripped one of the salt packets open and poured salt on my hand first, and then on his own. I counted to three and we both quickly licked the salt from our palms, downed the shots and sucked on the lime slices.

I banged my glass on the bar counter and laughed, pointing at him. “First!”

Liam returned my grin. “Want another round? I think my luck might turn…” 

“I can do shots faster than you blink.” I stated.

“We’ll see about that.” He smirked, then turned to the bartender. “One more round!” 

I opened the next packet of salt, as the bartender prepared our shots, and motioned for him to give me his hand, which he gladly did.

“So what’s for the winner?” He smirked, as I poured salt on his palm. 

I raised my eyebrows, but decided to comply. “If I win, you owe me a dare.” 

He nodded. “And if I win, you owe me a… special dance.”

I frowned, but quickly shrugged. “Deal.” 

With my left hand, the one with the salt, I took the slice of lime out of the shot glass, and with my right hand, I grabbed the glass. Liam counted to three and I quickly licked, shot and sucked, banging my glass on the bar. 

After  Liam…

I groaned in frustration and pouted, while he laughed at me. He playfully poked me, and then threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“You know how much I love twerk, don’t you?” 

My eyes widened, and I lightly elbowed him on the ribs, as he kept laughing. 

 “Took you long enough!” Cheryl said a couple minutes later, when we were back.

“We did shots. I’m already dizzy.” I laughed.

“Obviously, you’ve done 4 shots already!” Cheryl sipped on her drink and started moving on the rhythm of the song playing.

“Five actually. We did two rounds.” I yelled for her to hear me over the loud music, and starting dancing with her.

“Oh s**t, baby you’re gonna be on hair-duty soon…” Eric teased, hugging Cheryl.

I rolled my eyes at them as a waitress approached us, holding a bucket of ice with our bottle of Belvedere in it, as well as three juice bottles; lemonade, orange and my favorite, sour cherry. He placed everything on the high table, around of which we were all standing, and Pablo opened the bottle and started filling everyone’s glasses, after Eric had stuffed them with ice. I added sour-cherry juice in my glass, before I passed the juice bottle on Sabina and sipped on my drink.

Feeling someone’s hands on my hips, I turned around, facing Liam. I leisurely placed my arms around his neck, as we started dancing, despite me, feeling a little too dizzy already.

Wanting to get rid of the glass in my hands, I gulped down my whole drink in a matter of seconds and dumped the glass on our table, before I got back on dancing with Liam.

“You owe me something…” He shouted in my ear so that I could hear him over the loud music.

“What?” I laughed, for no particular reason. 

“Turn around!” He ordered and I playfully narrowed my eyes at him, before I did as he said.

He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him, so that my ass was touching on his groin, and right on que, a faster remix version of 'Work' by Rihanna and Drake started playing.  

With the remarkable euphoria that only alcohol could offer to me, I moved my hips to the rhythm of the song, twerked against Liam’s groin, and even shook my ass with my upper body bent over, like I had learnt on t****k. 

In my state of mind, I didn’t even stop him, when his one hand started caressing my inner and upper thigh, before he slipped it under my dress. He had to start stroking me down there –thankfully over my panties- for me to realize that something didn’t feel right and finally try to move away, only for him to tighten his hold on me and pull me closer.

My previous euphoria was quickly replaced by fear and panic, since my mind didn’t seem to give my body any ideas instructions of what to do. Flashbacks of what had happened only one week before played in repeat on my mind, as I stood frozen on spot, feeling my heart beating faster and faster, as his fingers moved my panties to the side, getting full access to me. 

I didn’t move when he murmured something among the lines “You’re so wet” in my ear, or when I thought that I had heard my name from somewhere in the distance, and I stood frozen as his fingers separated my folds. 

I finally managed to slightly raise my head, as tears threatened to leave my eyes. My eyes locked with Amanda’s, who was dancing with Cheryl right across from me, and she looked at me puzzled, noticing the look on my face. I did nothing, I only stood and watched Amanda saying something to Cheryl, who also turned to look at me. 

“Liam what are you doing?”

Liam’s hand was quickly out of me, but I remained still as a statue, as everyone’s eyes fell on me. 

“N-nothing!” I heard Liam stuttering defensively.  

Only when Cheryl rushed towards me, grabbed my shoulders and lightly shook me, my mind started working again.

“Ali! Are you alright? What the hell happened?” She shouted, drawing the attention from some people around us too.

I shook my head and tried to calm down. This was not the time nor the place to make a scene like this. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just felt a little dizzy for a moment, but I’m good.” I gave Cheryl a reassuring smile. 

She frowned in disbelief, looking between me and Liam. “Are you sure? Do you want to go to the bathroom?” She asked again, but I shook my head no.

“I want another drink!” I stated, and started fixing myself another drink. 

“Ali, you’ve had five shots and two drinks already…” Cheryl said with a worried expression. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Party police!” I tried to sound cheerful and from the look on her face, I would say I succeeded.

She rolled her eyes and gulped down her whole glass, before raising an eyebrow at me. 

I smiled and quickly finished the drink that I had just prepared too, before motioning to Cheryl towards the heightened dance-floor. She smiled, took my hand and made a step towards it, but I quickly stopped her. I grabbed the bottle of vodka from our table, lifted it above my mouth and drank as my friends cheered. 

The more alcohol, the fastest I would forget what had just happened and have a little fun, dancing with my best friend… 

I put the bottle back in the bucket and with the back of my palm, I wiped the few drops that had managed to run down my chin, before taking Cheryl’s hand and walking to the dance-floor. 

Alcohol had -as expected- worked its wonders on me, and on taking my mind off of what Liam had done. Cheryl and I were too engrossed in dancing on “Clandestino” that was now playing on blast, moving our bodies to the rhythm, laughing and singing along, forgetting about everything and just living in the moment. 

And then I saw them again. 

Those baby-blue eyes, staring straight into my soul…