Gianna
The club was dark and elegant, with deep red walls and golden lights that gave everything a soft, rich glow. The floors were black marble, and the music made the ground feel like it was pulsing. A long bar with glowing shelves held rows of expensive liquor, and everything smelled like perfume, money, and danger. There was also media there, and as I gazed up at Nico, I realized he kind of looked proud.
“Gi!” I turned around, and Teresa waved at me from the bar. She grabbed whatever she was drinking and trotted over to me, looking smug. And drunk.
And holy f**k…she looked smoking hot.
“Hey!” I smiled, hugging her and then added in her ear, “Nice dress, girl.” She wore a silver-halter neck dress that made mine look like a ball gown.
“I am going to leave that bastard with blue
