Chapter 3

Veronica

After dinner I tell Vince and Killian to be ready and go to my room to get ready.

I decide to wear a red satin dress with my hair in a low tight bun with strands peeking out. I put on my golden hoops and leave my neck and collarbone bare. After applying red lipstick, I walk over to my walk in closet and choose red low heels.

Someone knocks on my closet door. "Come in" I say and Vince enters the room.

His gaze slowly sweeps over my body and and then his emerald eyes lock with mine. "Are you ready?" He says, his voice husky.

"Yeah hold on I'll wear my heels" I bend over and put on my heels with much difficulty and look up to find Vince looking at my cleavage.

"If you are done checking me out we can go" I smirk, leaning against the wall.

He clears his throat, heat rising up his cheeks and mumbles a yeah before walking out. Oh to make the big mafia boss blush.

• • •

Dean texts me he's there and I drag Killian and Vince out of the house.

Sure enough, Dean and Jake are leaning against the his car. I walk over to Dean and give him a hug and kiss on the cheek and do the same with Jake.

"Hi. Dean, Jake this are my friends Killian and Vince. Killian, Vince this is Jake and this is Dean" I introduce them.

"Where's Rachel?" I ask

"In the car. Come on" Dean gets into the driver's side with Jake beside him. Vince opens the backseat where Rachel is sitting and settles down. Killian sit down beside him. I crane my neck and lean my upper body into the car.

"Where do I sit ther-" I'm cut off by Vince pulling me towards him and onto his lap.

Alright then.

I shift on his thigh and lean back into his chest, getting comfortable. It's a long drive and I won't be sitting uncomfortably. Rachel checks him out shamelessly and then looks at his hands encircling my waist and then at me with a strange look on her face.

"Hi there, Rachel" I nod at her.

"Hi. Is he your boyfriend?" She juts her chin at Vince and I laugh.

"Nope. I don't do relationships remember?"

"Right."

We all talk about random topics for a while and then Killian, Jake and Dean get in a deep conversation about F1. He seems to be having fun.

Vince buries his face into my shoulder and groans. "God, I'm tired. I don't know why I came" He says, his voice muffled by my skin.

I grin and move forward to turn to face him only to be pulled back into his chest. "You can still go back. I won't object to that."

"I'm not going back now so you have to deal with me."

"Shame"

He rests his chin on my shoulder and joins the F1 conversation.

"How's the game going?" Rachel asks me, twirling a piece of her blonde hair.

"It's pretty good. I'm almost finished. How is your program going?"

"I'm struggling with one code but the rest is fine"

"Mail it to me, maybe I can help"

She smiles gratefully. "Thanks, I will."

We reach the club show our I'ds. The club is full of people with the smell of sweat and alcohol lingering in the air. I go to the bar to order double whiskey and ice and take a seat on the barstool.

The guys follow me while Rachel is already lost in the dancing crowd. They order their drinks and the bartender brings our drinks a while later. I down my drinks and join the dancing crowd wirh Dean.

It's been almost 3 hours dancing and I'm still not tired. I grind my hips against the guy I've been dancing with for a while and in a split second he turns me around with his hands on my hips so that my chest is pressed against his. I stare into his brown eyes before wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him for a kiss. The short kiss turns deep and passionate as our tongues battle against each other. I pull back for air and feel something hard against my stomach. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and smirk at him. "You get hard way too easily." I leave the dance floor and toward the bar.

Vince is leaning one arm on the island and drinking something. God, he's hot. I feel heat between my legs as I approach him.

Vincent

I watch as Vee kisses the guy deeply and wish they would pry apart. Thankfully Vera pulls away and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. That guy is one lucky bastard.

I take a sip of beer as she approaches me. Her bun is loose, almost about to fall off, her cheeks are flushed and her bare collarbones are coated with sweat. She looks like a fucking goddess. I sometimes wonder how she is even real.

"Aren't you going to dance, Garry?" She says waving to the bartender.

"Stop calling me that" The bartender comes and she orders a double whiskey with ice.

"It's been three hours and you have been sitting here with that grumpy, cold look on your face. You have to dance" She says as the bartender places her drink in front of her.

"I'm not going to dance" She rolls her eyes. Brat. She drinks half of her drink but I snatch the glass before she can drink it again and down it in one sip. "You have drank enough for tonight. Go."

"Fine" She scowls adorably and removes a dark red scrunchie from her hand and hands it to me. "Can you keep my scrunchie it's loose on my hand and keeps falling off" I take it from her and she kisses my cheek before joining the crowd.

I look at the scrunchie she she gave me and the black scrunchie on my hand. She gave me the black one five years ago when we were at the bar and forgot to take it back. I have worn it everyday since that day and I get a lot of shit for that. I wear the red scrunchie on my hand so it's ahead of the black one. Perfect.

Vee and her friends dance for a while and then decide to go home. Vee groans when we exit the club. "My feet are killing me."

"Do you want me to carry you?" I ask

"No but you can carry my heels"

She uses my bicep as support and tries to remove her heel but stumbles, obviously tipsy. I catch her before she can fall and get on my knees to remove her heels. I unstrap each heel and gently remove them.

"Come on" I hold her hand as she walks with her heels in my other. We reach the car and Dean sits at the driver's seat and Rachel beside him since Jake went to someplace with his girlfriend to a star gazing date or some shit.

Killian and I sit in the car with Vera between us. She rests her upper body against Killian and throws her legs on my lap. I massage them gently and she groans, the sound going straight to my dick.

"Today was so much fun. Just like the old days" Killian says reminding me of the times when we used to sneak out every Friday and Saturday night and come back late.

Vera hums and closes her eyes, wrapping her hands around Killian's bicep. She looks ready to sleep right here.

A while later we reach her house. "Vee? Wake up. We're there." I gently nudge her and she stirs. I would have carried her but she needs to change. Those clothes look hella uncomfortable to sleep in.

She slowly wakes up and says mumbles a goodnight to her friends before walking towards the house, still half asleep.

The house is quiet and we say our goodnights before walking into our respective bedrooms.

• • •

It's 3 a.m and I'm still awake, solving some issues regarding our shipment. I feel like something is off. Maybe I'm just being paranoid but I still need to get details about everyone involved in today's shipment before it gets delivered at 5am just in case there's a rat. I happen to know just the person perfect for this job.

I twist the knob of Vera's bedroom door and it opens quietly. This girl needs to learn to keep her door locked. I hate waking her up but this is important.

I walk over to her bed. The dim purple and red lights in her room cast over her face. Sitting on the bed, I nudge her lightly. "Vee, wake up." Nothing.

I shake her a little again and she stirs. I inch closer to her as I shake her again. "Wake up." Still not waking up she slaps me lazily on the face before turning her back to me. Little shit.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to wake her, she finally wakes up. Her hair is disheveled and she has an irritated expression on her face. A pang of guilt hits me but I need this task.

"What the motherfucking fuck do you want you dunderhead?" I already regret coming here.

"I need your help, Vee."

"Can this not wait?"

"I'm afraid not. Sorry"

She finally gets up and rests her back against the headboard. "What do you want?" She yawns.

"We have loads of guns and rifles getting shipped to Germany. We never disclose the location until it is the time to send them. The shipments are going to reach at 5am and the location is going to be disclosed at 4am. I think there's a rat among my men so I need you to hack their phones and find out if anything is suspicious. There are only 5 men since there are only 15 carts."

"What do I get in return?" Is she really asking this right now?

"Anything you want. I owe you a favor. A favour for a favour." I say determined to get over with this as soon as possible.

"Alright" She yawns again and pulls her laptop out from her laptop bag on the night stand. She opens something and types at godspeed before asking for the phone numbers of the men.

After getting the numbers, she returns to typing rapidly doing whatever the hell she is doing. Still half asleep, she is leaning her entire body against mine as she works her magic.

A while later she exclaims "Found the rat!" She shows me a text thread of Rio, one of my men and a private number."

"The disclosed location will be texted to a guy from the Russian mafia by your guy and they will raid your ships halfway through the shipment" It was hard for me to believe Rio could do that. I never expected that of him but then again expectations are mundane.

"Fucker couldn't even get a burner phone to text." She half yawns and half snickers.

"How do we block him from disclosing the location."

"I can block the message from getting delivered to the Russian. Rio will think it's delivered but it will be deflected and instead of the original place I can send the name of another place where you can have men ready to blow their brains out."

I nod in agreement, liking her plan. She's so fucking genius. She starts furiously typing on the laptop again. "Done."

"Already?"

"Mhm"

"Thank you, Lucifer. Sorry for waking you up like that."

"Yeah yeah get out of my room now and let me sleep. You owe me." She throws a pillow at me and I finally spare her and let her sleep.

Veroncia

Since it was a Saturday I stayed asleep late until 2 p.m. At around 8, Zade had come over to discuss something with my dad and I had pulled him into my bed to cuddle with me. I loved cuddling. People think that I am in a relationship with Zade but cuddling is completely platonic.

I was having a very content sleep, my face burrowing into Z's chest and me practically climbing on him until Killian and Vince came to annoy the fuck out of me and drag me out of bed at 2pm. I had gotten out of the bed after kicking Vince's stomach and punching Killian's arm.

I brushed my teeth and showered before going down to have breakfast- or rather lunch. I sat on the couch after wishing everyone good morn- afternoon and ignored their judgy looks.

Killian enters the living room wearing a black dress. My black dress. He stops a foot away from the couch and does a dramatic spin. "Guys I tried a dress from Vera's wardrobe, how do I look? Also Vera your walk in closet is HUGE. I wonder where you wear all that clothes."

"Thanks. You look hot Killian, I'd totally do you." I whistle at him.

"You look pathetic" Vince retorts.

"Says the guy who was caught shopping in women's clothing section." I cock an eyebrow at Vince but he looks away.

"You have a girlfriend Vincent?" His dad asks with a smile.

"No, dad."

"Then who were you shopping for?"

"I can tell!" Killian chimes in but one glare from Vince shuts him up.

"No one" He mumbles shyly and I hold back a smile.