Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Eighteen Years Later.

Isla.

The party is absolutely banging tonight! Mamma and my fathers are away for the week on another business trip; I obviously had to throw a party. The house is filled with people from school, alcohol and music that’s probably making the windows shake. My brothers are both out tonight, they didn’t tell me where they were going but I know well enough that when they tell me they’re out for the night that they won’t be coming back.

“Girl!!” Mia my best friend says as she pulls my hand from the makeshift dancefloor in our living area. We quickly make our way upstairs to my room, locking the door after we stumble inside.

“Did you get it?!” I ask her as I fix the top of my red dress that keeps slipping dangerously low with every move.

‘I did. Tommy was sweet enough to give this one to me on the house” She giggles, pulling out a little baggy of white powder from her bra and waving it in front of my face.

I squeal and grab it from her. “Let’s get absolutely fucking wasted!”

We do a few lines each on the bathroom counter and stash the rest in a draw before we head back down to the party. The stairs are starting to dance in my vision, and I grab the banister to support myself. Last thing we want is a sprained ankle in these heels. Mia grabs us a couple more drinks, passing me one and then taking my hand to lead me right back through the people to the middle of the dance floor. I grab her waist, and we move our hips to the music, laughing as we swing ourselves around. Tommy slides up behind her and whispers in her ear something I can’t hear over the music. Her cheeks go red, and her eyes roll back into her head as he kisses up her neck. Then he leans over her shoulder, and I move in closer to hear him. “Mind if I borrow your friend, Princess? The nickname has stuck ever since I was little. It’s pretty accurate though considering i am the Princess of the Donatello Family. “Go for it.” I wink at Mia and Tommy leads her away. The buzz I have only increases. I down my drink and let my body feel the music, but that’s not the only thing I’m feeling now that some guy has his dick rubbing on my ass as he grinds me from behind. “Hey gorgeous, don’t you look good tonight.” He mumbles in my ear. I turn slightly to see his face…Jake, no, Jordan? No that’s not it…I think I recognize him, maybe he’s one of the football players. Oh well, who cares, he’s kind of cute, and I’m kind of wasted. Turning in his hold, I let my hands wrap around his neck while his hands dance along my waist, back and down along my ass. His lips find my neck first, the cocktail of drugs and alcohol making this feel fucking great. His hands slide their way into my hair, pulling my head back and he slams his mouth onto mine. Ugh, gross, not a great kisser. Is all this his slobber or am I that fucking high that I’m drooling excessively?

Before I can even try to push him back, he’s thrown backwards across the room and the music is cut off at the same time. A huge figure stands with their back to me down. Broad, muscular shoulders, black hair, short on the sides, longer through the middle and back. Tattoo’s run down his neck, under his suit jacket and along his back. How do I know that? Because I know this prick. Mason. My brother’s right–hand man. When they take over as Don and Second, Mason will be their third. “RIGHT PARTIES OVER, GET THE FUCK OUT!” My brother, Kaiden yells and people start running at the sound of his voice. Yeah, he’s a scary fucker, built like a tank, but it’s his title that scares people the post. The future Don, heir to the Donatello family. Hunter stands by his side, arms crossed and his heated stare lurking on anyone who dares to stay. The silent but deadly type. “What the fuck, Isla?!” Mason turns to me, and I try to roll my eyes, but it makes the room spin and I feel giddy, so I stumble for a second and laugh at the sensation.

Kaiden storms over to the front grabbing my arm roughly. “Seriously? Again, Isla? Mom and our Dads are going to kill you!”

“Oh please! You know they won’t!” I laugh, pulling my arm away and stumbling to the floor with a thud on my ass.

‘No, you’re right, they’ll kill me for not looking after you and then I’ll kill you for getting me killed!”

The whole thing sounds ridiculous and only makes me laugh harder.

Mason’s broody ass flicks from me over to Kaiden, then back to me. “She’s high,” He grit’s out.

Kaiden pulls me to my feet, getting right in my face and looking at me intensely. “Are you fucking high?!”

‘Pffft, no!” I cross my arms.

“Bullshit! Fucking bullshit, Isla! Have you seen your fucking pupils?!”

Hunter speaks now, stepping in between Kaiden and I. “Where are they?”

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about!” His eye’s narrow, looking me up and down, then he turns his head slightly to the stairs that lead to our rooms. My body betrays me, and I move ever so slightly before I can stop myself, but I know my brothers, I know how well they were trained. They know the signs. Hunter moves swiftly, running up the stairs and I’m stumbling in these fucking heels to keep up with him.

11:32 PM J

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