M A R N I E

"Oh! Another!" Karl yells as he passes me another shot and I diligently devour it.

"Ugh, it stopped burning," I mutter as I chase it down with apple juice that he had so kindly gotten for me.

"You're drunk enough." He yells over the music and I laugh.

"God, you're so fun! Where have you been all my life?" Karl asks loudly clutching my shoulder and shaking me while Arthur laughs. He looks drunk and deranged. A large grin on his face and his eyes are wide.

"Hiding from people!" I exclaim grabbing his shoulder and mirroring his expression.

"It's because I'm so attractive isn't it?" He asks smiling and hooking his arm on my shoulder and fake strangling me.

"I cannot stress this enough, I find you replusive." I groan as he finally let's go and rolls his eyes.

"I have not gotten much attention in the past 15 minutes," Karl mutters and gets on top of the chair, his shoes staining the pretty velvet.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as he grabs my shoulder and steadies himself.

"Sorry, I have to make a scene." He answers over the music as he gets holds onto the large wooden shade for the light and pulls on it. Grinning when he realises whatever it's hung from is very strong.

"Holy shit." Art mutters as she downs a shot.

"What is he doing?" I'm doubling over laughing.

With a holler and a couple of screams from the people around Karl fucking swings and as quick as he was to hang onto the shade he fucking falls. Face first.

"Oh my god," I say painfully for him as I clutch my empty shot glass and look at our fallen soldier, Karl.

"What did you expect?" Art laughs and I remember that one quote from the book I was reading right now.

I'm probably going to say it wrong.

She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

Or whatever it was. I'm ninety percent sure I said it right. Well in this case both are 'she's'.

"Nothing, but I'm still disappointed," I say and she laughs again.

That's the laugh.

As we stood there I felt someone's eyes on me. I looked around in paranoia as my eyes met Enzo who was at the bar with Ronan and Elias who had now joined them. Ronan's hands clutched my jacket. His eyes left us as he looked back at Elias and Ronan.

His silver eyes were on me but what stuns me is the woman standing beside him.

I recognised her to be the woman who threw the heel at him because of the ones adorning her feet but that is not what stunned me. What stunned me is her dress.

A strapless red dress that went above her knees, golden thread weaving in the fabric every now and then. I tensed and Arthur looked at me confused.

"Her dress. Art, her dress." Was all I managed to get out as I looked at her in confusion and panic.

"What about it?" She asked softly her grip on my waist tightening.

His ice-blue eyes reminding me of someone I couldn't quite place my finger on.

"Enzo's eyes," I mutter, the ice-blue eyes of the stranger I met in Chanel were the same as Enzo's that's why it was so familiar.

"What's going on darling?" She asks and I try to piece everything together.

This is why he raised his eyebrow when he saw me. He recognised me.

"I met this guy in Chanel, he bought that dress the same exact one. He even asked me for my opinion." I mutter and she still looks confused.

"He said it was for his girlfriend." I whisper and she looks fucking shocked.

"What did he look like?" She asks and I try to recall.

"Silver blue eyes. Raven hair, messy. Maybe like an inch or two taller than Ronan. Tattoos, shit ton of them. A bit of stubble. Really fucking pretty." At this point all I'm doing is rambling and she is tense.

Art's dark eyes are still. All the blood leaving her skin, if it were possible there would be a deep blush of fear on her cheeks.

"Please tell me, he was not in a fucking suit." She says and the breath I leave is an answer in itself.

He was in fact in a suit.

"He had a pin on his blazer." I try to recall.

"An angel." We both say simultaneously and I just about fucking lose it.

"That's his brother." She whispers and I am about to fucking snap.

"Alexander Luciano." She mentions finally looking at me and I close my eyes for a second.

"Does this shit ever stop? Like when is it going to fucking end? How many more people have I not met yet? Everybody is fucking related. The moment I think this shit is done, some other bitch pops up. Let me guess they have more siblings. Maybe this time its a fucking sister? Oh, fucking hell." I say after she nods at the sister part.

"No, you don't get it. If you think Enzo is bad Alexander is worse." She shakes her head and I furrow my eyebrows.

"I want to go back to the hotel," I whisper, I had lost all my excitement.

"Yes of course." She whispers as we walk to Ronan and Elias but I sigh as I see them still talking to Enzo.

"Oh, Arthur. Hello, hope you have been having a great time." Enzo smiles standing up as they hug.

"We have, but I'm afraid we will be leaving now." She simply nods and he looks at me as I don my blazer.

"That's a shame. Well, goodbye. Have a great night." He shrugs feigning sadness and I give him a mocking smile.

"Goodbye," I whisper while still giving him a shit-eating grin as we turn around and make our way out of the dreaded hell hole.

"Where is Seren? I saw her like maybe once." I mutter and she shakes her head.

"She had some stuff to do." We sit in Arthur's car as the large mansion fades into view.

"How long do these parties go on for?" I asked turning towards her, steering my eyes away from the mansion.

"Usually until morning." She answers and I raise my eyebrow.

"How do they not die? It's like a frat house but worse." I mutter and she chuckles but it's not as carefree as usual. It's tense.

"Tomorrow we prance through Sicily a bit and then one last show and we're off. Although I am thinking of cancelling it." She shrugs and I look at her confusion clouding my mind.

"Why's that?" I ask and she sighs.

"Our drummer, Laila. They are extremely sick and won't make it." Art says and I realise that I forgot about them.

"Oh yeah, I remember. They're so great at drums I mean I could feel my fucking ears dance." I mutter and Art laughs.

"Well, we do like to have quality on our band." Art says and I ask her the question that has been bugging me.

"What work did you and Elias have to do?" I ask normally playing with the straps on my suit.

"You don't have to answer it." I say but I do want her to answer it.

"You know about the drug thing." She simply answers.

I do know about the drug thing. They sell drugs at Cameo but after this trip I wonder if it is more than just dealing drugs. I wonder if Enzo and everything else is connected.

"Yes, you guys deal drugs at Cameo." I answer and she sighs.

"Technically... Yeah. Thats what we do." She answers and I turn.

"Spit it out, darling." I say and she sighs.

"We supply drugs. We don't deal. Its different. Um- basically- we are provided with a certain amount of drugs that need to be shipped out of Italy and the ones in Italy. We do that. Those drugs then goes to little drug dealers around wherever it was shipped to and they take it from there." She explains and I say nothing because honestly,y I have nothing left to say except,

What the fuck?

In honour of being so close to 5k reads here have another chapter.

Also i start my physics bio and chem practicals next week so please bear with me lol anyways shit is going to escalate now.