We didn't start getting ready till an hour after Patrick had left. I wasn't taking any chances to be told that I wasn't allowed out. I had turned a new leaf. Yes, I was married, but my life wasn't over. I was only twenty-one. This was my time to have some fun.

"I don't really have any party dresses," I admitted to Zoey as she curled my hair.

She gasped, "it's like you don't know me at all."

I frowned, looking at her through the mirror, "what are you talking about?"

Cupping my shoulders, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Who do you think stocked up your wardrobe?"

"Really?" I asked, freezing.

She hummed a yes, "I added a few things. A few slutty things."

When I opened my mouth to protest, she added, "don't worry, their very classy slutty."

I scoffed, trying to hide my thanks. She always knew me well.

"Besides, your trying to catch a new fish, aren't you?" she asked me.

"Not a new fish," I corrected, "I just want my old fish to take notice."

"Oh well," Zoey shrugged, "there's nothing wrong with putting some bait on a hook but not catching anything."

I snorted, "We really need to work on our metaphors."

Zoey laughed, "Yeah. But we already knew that. Okay, your hairs done."

"Thanks," I said, touching up my makeup as Zoey moved over to my wardrobe.

"Hey, Lizzy –," the door opened to a confused and frozen Nickola who was looking me up and down, "What are you doing?"

"Lizzy and I are going out," Zoey told him before I could.

His eyes immediately widened, "What? You can't do that. Patrick said that you had to stay here."

"Excuse me. Does Patrick rule her life?" Zoey argued.

"No but –."

"Good. Then there's nothing stopping her from going out tonight," Zoey buttered in, going back to looking through my wardrobe for clothes.

"Lizzy, please don't go out," Nickola begged me, stepping closer to me.

I knew that I probably shouldn't but I had already made up my mind. If Patrick wasn't going to take me seriously, then I was going to make him.

"I'm sorry, Nickola. But I'm going with or without you," I told him.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead, "No, no, if you're leaving this house than I'm going with you. But just think, please, Patrick can be...well, ruthless when he wants to be. And you going against his orders will send him through the roof."

"At this point, I couldn't care less. Patrick clearly doesn't want me here, he hasn't tried to get to know me, I mean he hates me."

"No, God no. He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't know how – oh crap, please just stay here. Put on a movie, chill out, have girl talk and stuff."

"Excuse me, I spent half n hour on her hair. We're going out tonight," Zoey scoffed, as I stood from the stool.

"I'm going out, Nickola," I told him, "And no one's stopping me."

"I'll call Patrick," he called out just before I got to the bathroom.

"No, you fricking won't," I warned him, narrowing my eyes at him, "You promised that whatever I said to you would be in the strictest confidence."

"Yeah, but that meant girly talk, like if you wanted to talk about your period or you want to bitch about Patrick. Not aiding and bedding your criminal act of going behind your husband's back," he argued.

Zoey scoffed again, "It's not like she's committing adultery.

"Honestly, Patrick would forgive the adultery, you know, has long as he knew about it before hand," when Zoey and I both scoffed in disbelief, he added, "Patrick hates to be lied too. Hates it. Please don't do this," he begged me.

"No, Nickola. No," I told him, standing my ground.

He groaned, loosing badly. Pacing over to a giddy Zoey, she handed me a dress. I looked at it and frowned before looking back at her.

"Just go with it," she reassured me, making me nod and smile before pacing into the bathroom.

I shut the door and listened to the silence outside.

"Nickola," I heard Nickola say.

"Zoey," Zoey said.

I felt a smile spread across my face. Aw, I think something could happen between them.

"Is Patrick really as bad as she says?" I heard her ask.

There was a small pause.

"Yes and no," he answered.

Even I frowned.

"It's hard to explain," he quickly said before Zoey or even I could ask more questions.

Once I pulled on the dress, I froze. Wow. Zoey was definitely right. The dress was strapless and supported my plump breasts well. It hugged to my body, showing off my hourglass shaped figure. There was a triangle cut out revealing skin just under my breasts. It came down just before my ass showing off my legs. My long blonde hair curled over my shoulder and my makeup made my eyes stand out. Even I thought I looked good.

"What do you think?" I asked them, coming out of the bathroom.

Zoey gasped, "you look gorgeous. Even I want to do you."

I giggled and blushed burying my head in my hair.

"I'll just get dressed and then we'll go," Zoey said, taking the dress that she was borrowing and paced into the bathroom.

Eyeing Nickola off as I searched for some heels, I said, "I suppose you hate it. Think I should wear a nuns costume?"

"Couldn't hurt," he admitted, being honest.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes but remained silent.

"I'll get the car," he grumbled, pacing out of the room.

I found some nice red heels that suited the dress well.

"Okay, I'm ready," I turned at the sound of Zoey's voice, my mouth immediately dropping at the sight.

Her dress was strapless too but a royal blue. It was a simpler style and hugged to her body. It didn't show off her breasts as much but displayed her hips nicely. It stopped at her upper thighs, nice and classy.

"God, Zo. You look gorgeous," I gushed.

She shrugged and waved me off, "there's a mirror in there, I know what I look like."

I giggled at my friend.

"You ready?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I -," my voice cut off when I looked down at my wedding ring.

It was just a simple thin band, with diamonds all around it. It was simple, but symbolised so much more. It was the binding of my life to Patrick's. Right now, I just couldn't follow with that.

I took the ring and pulled it off my finger before I lost my nerve and slammed it down on my dresser.

"Yeah I'm ready."

The look on Zoey's face told me she was both scared and surprised. I ignored it and paced out of the room to meet Nickola.

"So, Nickola's nice," I started, nudging her arm.

She scoffed, knowing what I was implying, "he's cute but smack bang in the middle of the Mafia. A clear no go sign, doesn't matter how hot he is."

"You think he's hot?" I gasped, my cheeks hurting from the smile.

"Don't even think about it," she warned me, "we're focusing on your marriage not mine."

We had just reached the void when Nickola came pacing through the front doors.

"Okay the car's outsi -," he came to a stop, his eyes staring completely at Zoey.

I cupped my hand over my mouth both to keep from crying out and laughing at Zoey's creeped out look.

"Okay, buddy, enough with the look," she warned him, "remember, I have a phone, list of names that can beat you to a pole."

He bit his lip, bowing his head, his cheeks turning pink. It was so cute, I thought I could almost die.

"Well, t-the car's outside," he stuttered, making my heart crumble.

If she didn't sleep with him, I was sure going to make her.

He turned around and headed for the door. Zoey scoffed and I looked at her, almost begging her to go for him.

"No," she told me, clear as day, "and besides, he's too white."

I scoffed, "he's Italian. And that's racist."

"Oh, no it's not," she groaned, "it can't be."

"Not going out with someone because of the colour of their skin, is racism, honey," I informed her, linking my arm in hers and leading her out of the house.

She scoffed, "get a life."

When we got out to the club, two things I noticed. One, the loud doz doz music that flowed out the doors and windows. Second, the long line. It would be well past midnight before we got in.

I moaned, ready to admit defeat, "we'll never get in."

Zoey shook her head, almost disappointed in me, "it's like you forget the power of a woman's body."

"Ah, not that I want to help this but just saying that your Patrick's Maestri's wife will get you in the doors," Nickola informed us.

I shrugged, willing to give it a go. I guess being married to the dick has some perks.

Nickola and Zoey followed me to the door where we were met with a huge bouncer with a tattoo that covered half his face.

"Nickola," the man greeted shaking Nickola's hand, "taking the night off?"

"I thought I had but this is actually Eliza Maestri, Patrick's new wife," he introduced me.

The bouncer looked back at me, surprised, "really?"

I nodded, staying quiet.

"Well, in that case, enjoy your night," he said, stepping aside and unhooking the rope.

"You too," I said, leading the way into the club.

My mouth dropped at the sight of this place. Colours of blue, purple, pink and green glowed and lighting up the entire place. Blue and green bars rained down from the roof as pink and purple laser lights danced around the room. The room was packed, dancing to the DJs music. There was a raised level around the perimeter, protecting a bar and a stage for the DJ.

"Do you want to dance?" Zoey screamed over the music.

"I want a drink!" I yelled back.

She nodded and we made our way over to the bar.

"What are you having?" The cute bartender asked, looking Zoey and I up and down.

A smile spread across his lips, clearly liking what he saw.

"I want anything that will get me drunk!" I yelled at him, winning a wink.

"Me too!" Zoey screamed after me.

"Lizzy, what are you doing?" Nickola growled at me, snatching my arm.

"I'm getting drunk," I told him, proudly, as the bartender went to get a drink.

"Please, lets just leave," he begged me, his eyes pleading with me.

"You can," I said, making his face drop.

"As if I'm leaving without you. I like my head where it is thanks," he scoffed.

"Drinks," the bartender said, sliding two shot glasses over to us.

Without thinking twice about it, I snatched it and tipped back my head. The burning liquid stung my throat giving me the buzz I needed.

"Oh, I'm so going to get shot after this," Nickola moaned.

"I'm going to dance!" Zoey told me.

I wooed for her but wasn't leaving the bar.

"No, stay here," Nickola demanded.

Zoey scoffed but continued to make her way to the dance floor.

"Another!" I ordered the bartender.

"Coming right up," he told me.

Looking back at an angry Nickola, I smiled, "I like him. He does what I ask."

"He's hoping to get into your pants," Nickola growled, eyeing him off, "but I'll kill him if he even comes near you."

"No you won't," I told him, snatching another shot glass, "I'll sleep with whoever I want thank you."

His eyes narrowed at me, "is that what you plan to do tonight?"

I shrugged, "maybe."

"Well, then you'll be the person that your trying to convince Patrick that your not. How is sleeping with someone going to help the situation?" He asked me.

I shrugged again, "it might make Patrick wake up to himself so he realises that he's not God."

Nickola went to argue? when the Bartender asked, "want another one, Baby?"

"It's like your a mind reader," I said, leaning over the bench and winking.

He smiled at me, ignoring Nickola's death stare before going to fetch me another shot.

"Are you going to tell me why your not with Patrick?" I asked him, hoping he would tell me.

His eyes lowered as he regained his calmness.

"I don't like drugs," he stated.

I frowned, "what does that have to do with - oh my God, is that what Patrick's doing?"

"Shh," he hushed me, "that's all I'm saying. Now, can we please just -."

"Lizzy! Lizzy!" I span around at the sound of Zoey's calls before she latched onto my arms.

"A guy just ate a cherry from my boobs!"

We fell into a fit of giggles, not being able to control ourselves. I felt the numbing sensation that I wasn't use too making me struggle to stay still.

"Hello, Laddies," I span around at the sound of deep, rumbling voice.

I froze at the sight of the gorgeous Greek God, that stood before me in a dark suit. Two men stood behind him, with sunglasses that shielded their eyes, making me swallow. My heart began to race at the man's deep stare and mysterious smile.

In my muddy brain, I barely registered Nickola panicked face as he subtly creeped closer to me.

"I hear we have royalty in the club tonight. Are you Eliza Maestri?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing a finger at me.

I swallowed. I'd been recognised.

"Not tonight she's not!" Zoey yelled over the music, linking her arm around my shoulders before snatching my left hand and lifting it up, "she's a free woman tonight!"

The three of them snorted, as if it was some private choke.

The man half turned his body to the guys behind him and muttered something along the lines of, "Looks like Maestri can't control everything?"

What's that supposed to mean?

I was just about to ask when he turned around and took my hand by surprise. Nickola coughed, jumping closer to me. My eyes flicked between Nickola's warning eyes and the man's that remained directly on mine. My heart pounded with each second that my hand got closer to his lips. His hot lips touched my sizzling skin making me a little light headed.

"Maestri doesn't know what he's missing," he purred, squeezing my hand.

"I'll say," I scoffed, before I could stop the words from flowing from my lips.

"Whoo!" Zoey screamed, twirling around like she had just won the jackpot.

"Lizzy," Nickola hissed under his breath, yanking on my free arm before turning to the man, "look, we don't want any trouble. We just -."

"Calm down Nickola," the man stopped him.

I frowned. They knew each other?

"I just wanted to meet the newest addition to the Maestri family. Hamish, drinks are on me!" He called out to the cute bartender, surprising me.

Did he, like, own this place?

Turning back to me, his eyes flicked up and down, taking in my body for himself.

"I hope we meet again, Eliza," he purred, winking.

"Likewise," I choked, barely able to get the word out.

"Like hell," Nickola hissed as the man walked away, yanking on my arm again, "do you have any idea who that was?

"Back off, Nickola," I snapped under my breath, tired of his over protectiveness, "I know what I'm doing."

"No, you only think you do. From where I was standing, it looked like you didn't know anything. It looked like you were ready to jump into bed with him," he hissed, worry filling his eyes.

It only made my anger grew. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Maybe I wanted something to happen with the man, maybe I wanted something to happen with the bartender, maybe I wanted to make Patrick jealous or maybe I just wanted to feel something that wasn't frustration and pain.

Just as I was about to tell Nickola off his phone began to ring.

"Oh crap, it's Garrick," Nickola stated looking down at his phone, "I have to take this. Don't move."

I frowned, my drunk brain playing tricks with me as I watched Nickola pick up his phone. Why was Garrick calling him?

"So, is that guy over there your boyfriend," the deep handsome voice broke my thoughts, turning my gaze back to the wicked smile that was written across the bartender's face.

Every nerve inside my stomach stirred, seeing the evil in his eyes that my brain was still yet too.

I shook my head, taking small sips from my shot glass. Immediately, his wicked smile curled at the corner of his lip allowing me to see his purely white teeth and his snake like tongue flick across the top of his mouth.

"Seems like you have a lot on your mind," he told me, like I didn't already know, leaning more of his body on the counter, "I'll get you another drink.

I nodded, watching him tap the bench before moving off in the direction of the alcohol, "keep them coming."

He turned back to me and winked, lighting a small spark within my buzzing body. If only it had been that simple with Patrick?

Without command, my gaze turned back to Nickola. I couldn't hear anything he was saying over the phone, but watched as his mouth moved up and down and his eyes flicked around the room in a panic.

I watched the horror spread across his face but my drunk brain couldn't connect the dots or consider what was happening.

All I did was take another shot and let fate take its course.