Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Like a whip slashing through the air, it brings me back to reality.

Shit!

I quickly get off Keith and I stand behind him. Keith straightens to his full height, his stance strong and ready for combat. I peer around Keith and search for Luca through the crowd of people. When I finally spot him, he looks like he’s about to murder someone. Still in his suit slacks with his shirt, and the sleeves rolled up.

God... He looks delicious!

His chest rising and falling viciously, with his hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. Sweat beads from his forehead and his eyes are narrow slits as they bore into Keith. I take Keith’s hand and make a run for it towards the woman’s toilets, making sure to lock the door, before locking us in one of the cubicles. I lean against the door and fix my shirt quickly, Keith rolls his sleeves up before he closes the toilet lid and sits on top of it.

‘Why are we locked in the women’s toilets beautiful?” Keith looks at me amused.

“I’m sorry. But did you not see the Italian Assassinator out there?” I look at him in disbelief.

“You don’t think I can’t take your lover huh?” he chuckles.

The bathroom door crashes open with a loud bang possibly breaking. I look at Keith pleading with him to be silent.

“Dannazione Vanessa. I saw you run in here with that Bastardo. If he knows what’s good for him he will come out and face me like a man.”

I shake my head at Keith. “A man you say huh?”

Keith ignores my silent plea and stands up attempting to put me behind him.

“Si. A man.” Luca snaps back.

His shoes clicking harshly against the marbled floor, as he paces up and down like a mad man.

“Well Beautiful here didn’t object to the man she was grinding that fine little ass up on the dance floor with just minutes ago.”

Keith fires back pushing me behind him trying to unlock the door. Luca kicks the door in first sending us both into the wall. Luca steps forward and grabs Keith by the scuff of his shirt dragging him out into the open. Keith elbows Luca in the face causing Luca to stumble back. Luca doesn't look fazed at all and quickly straightens. He looks at Keith while running his thumb along his split lip swiping the blood and smiles at Keith wickedly.

“Sto per finire voi!” Luca stares insanely. “I am going to end you!” He translates in English harshly.

“Bring it Mother Fucker!” Keith jumps up and down like a boxer amping himself up before his big match.

“Winner gets Ms Fine ass over there do they?” He snickers.

I look around on the floor and gratefully find an empty lipstick tube. I pick it up and throw it at his head, it surprisingly hits him giving me their full attention.

“Dipshit! I’m no man’s reward.” I spit out.

“Si. She will be leaving with me.” Luca says ignoring me.

“No! No. I’m not leaving with any of you!” I yell back in disbelief.

Alpha men need to stop acting like cavemen and get their shit together. I walk towards the split door needing to leave. I move past Keith and he snakes a hand around my wrist roughly pulling me up against him. I struggle trying to break free. I look up and he's staring at me like a wacko then he looks at Luca. He spits on the floor before he roughly covers my mouth with his kissing me then pushes me towards the door like a piece of rubbish. I lose my footing and fall to the groundbreaking my heel.

“Bastardo!”

Luca roars before charging towards Keith and punching him in the face. They begin to wrestle pushing each other into the walls. Body sized holes are being made and cubicle doors are being broken. Mirrors are shattering sending large shards of glass everywhere. Fists are flying and both men are swearing and grunting with each connecting punch. I quickly remove my heels and get the fuck out of there. I rush towards our table and see Chrissy sitting there with Conrad.

“Chrissy” I cry out. “I fucked up!” Grabbing my things off the table I look at her in a panic.

“No shit Nessa! What the hell has gotten into you? This isn’t you.” She looks at me angrily with her eyes full of disappointment and disgust.

“I.. I.. fuckng love him”. I angrily wipe the tears streaming down my face.

“That’s a good thing!” She shouts at me.

“I… I can’t. Not with him!” I turn to leave.

“You’re just going to leave Luca in there!” She shakes her head in disgust.

“I have to leave. Please, Chrissy. I can’t face him. Not now.” I beg her.

“Vanessa!”

I look towards the toilets and see a furious Luca storming towards us, his knuckles are badly grazed, and his hands are still clenched into fists. His shirt is torn into shreds stained with sweat, blood and dirt. I look back at Chrissy in a panic. She looks at Conrad and he quickly stands rolling his shoulders putting himself in Lucas line of fire. Bracing himself for the impact of a one pissed off Italian.

"Go.. I'll try to hold him off for as long as I can," Conrad says as he continues to stare at Luca.

I quickly make my way out of the club. Luca continues to scream my name and yells out in rage. The echoing sounds of tables and chairs being knocked around tells me Conrad’s doing his best to keep Luca back for as long as he can. I keep walking barefooted towards the exit. I quickly look across the road to see if there are any taxis at the taxi stand but just my luck it’s empty, I look further up the street and see one. I run as fast as my feet will take me and when I reach for the door handle thinking I’ve made it safely a pair of strong hands grip me firmly around my waist and haul me fully off the ground.

Shit!.....