BELLA.
12:30 am, Random nightclub, New York City.
"Miss, you should stop drinking, I suggest," Vincent advised me with a look of concern when I asked the bartender for another whiskey bottle. I turned back to look at Vincent with my swollen eyes and smiled at him.
"Do not worry, Vincent. A few bottles of whiskey ain't going to make me drunk. I have higher alcohol tolerance than you might think."
"Miss, still it's not okay. We should be leaving for Saint Petersburg before reporters find you," Vincent insisted with a concerned expression. The scene that was caused by me at Caspar's wedding had started appearing on social media.
Like a forest fire, it was spreading on every news channel and I might soon be surrounded by the reporters. But I was unbothered, I could endure it. What was troubling was the behavior of Caspar!
How could he ignore me after pushing me down and caring about that fake bitch? Is he really in love with her now? All men are the same! Caspar is no exception, he also fell for another woman because he got tired of me!
I gulped another glass of whiskey to wash down my anger. I was slowly indulging myself in sorrow, depression, and pain. I never thought that Caspar would give such a painful punishment for betraying me!
Well, trusts are made for getting trampled on, nothing stays true to itself, just like how I backstabbed him. I must not forget my deed which made Caspar change.
I was supposed to be hidden from him, not contact him or urge him to meet me. I guess I should have done that, interfering in his new life was not needed. I'm a fool!
"I'm a mad woman, the biggest hypocrite who can't watch her ex-husband love another woman," I mumbled annoyingly as I gulped glasses of whiskey without count. "God, I'm so jealous, I can't stop thinking about Caspar embracing her instead of me."
"I should be the only one who he must embrace! Why is that woman in his life?" I lost my temper as I threw the glass on the floor, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces.
Vincent panicked and immediately called the waiter to clean the mess. My eyes looked around, the couples in the club were so busy dancing and drinking that they barely noticed her commotion.
They were so into themselves that I wondered if they would notice anyone getting killed in this club!
A little scoff left my lips as I remembered my days of single life. Clubs used to be my second home, I would be dancing, drinking and flirting with different guys without any hesitation.
I craved sex and alcohol like it was the only thing keeping me alive until I met Caspar and everything changed. He became the reason I strived to be alive, I never realized how much I exactly loved him… but now that I had realized, it hurt like I was dying from inside.
The light of my soul was darkening as if I had lost the purpose of my life.
But this suffering won't end, I will have to return to Saint Petersburg, my daughter is waiting for me. My brother will soon be living with me after completing his military service this year.
Even without love, I should live with the happy memories I had with Caspar. I stopped drinking and rested my head on the table, staring at the crowd of couples dancing.
I used to be one of them, unbothered by anyone and anything, just enjoying myself to my heart's content.
"Miss, excuse my interruption, I know you are sad but please let's leave before sunrise. I'm truly concerned about your safety," Vincent alerted me again, however now I was drunk.
"V-Vincent," I hiccupped. "Do not get on my nerves! Can't you see I'm having a good time here? Go and fetch me some water."
"Yes, Miss. I'll be back in a few minutes, please be right here. Do not follow any random guy," saying that he left and soon disappeared amongst the crowd and I subconsciously let my tears roll down my cheeks.
I have been controlling them because I didn't want Vincent to see me breaking into tears and treating me like a weak woman. I'm not weak! I'm just excessively emotional and there's nothing wrong with being too emotional. I can't control my jealousy, hatred, anger, love, sadness…
Burying my head underneath my arms, I sobbed, allowing the last bit of sadness out. I don't want to cry so often when I return, I shouldn't allow myself to appear vulnerable to anyone.
"Beautiful lady, why are you crying?" I heard a familiar male's voice near my ears. "Did your boyfriend cheat on you?"
He hit the nail right into my heart and my tears couldn't stop anymore. I raised my face up and saw the glimpse of the man who approached me. He was just an average-looking guy with a full beard and chubby body.
I turned my face away and wiped off my falling tears, ignoring him because he wasn't pleasant to my eyes. I could clearly see his lustful hungry eyes hovering over me.
"Hi, I'm John," the man introduced himself and offered his handkerchief to me. "You are rubbing your face too much, your cheeks are red. Use this."
Oh another creep, approaching me with fake kindness so that he can take advantage of me. Refusing his handkerchief, I pulled one of the napkins from the napkin box and dried my cheeks.
The man's eyebrows shot up, he awkwardly kept his handkerchief in his pocket and without my permission sat beside me, on the other chair.
Feeling irritated, I tried to politely handle this,"Mr John, I'm with someone, please find someone else to entertain you."
He was surprised again because he would have thought that I was too drunk and couldn't even understand his actual intention. Too bad to assume that! I have a high alcohol tolerance, even though I was a little tipsy I could still fight.
"Miss, I see nobody other than yourself at this table," he opened his ugly mouth to spew shameless comments every creep uses.
Inching his hand towards me on the table, he had the audacity to place his hand on mine and say, "Don't be wary of me, I fell in love with you at first glance." He leans close to my face and whispers,"I'm very rich. I can pay you thousands of dollars for just spending one night with me."
Seriously, I was disgusted with his every word. And who is he flaunting his wealth to? Me? I already have millions in my account and have a property worth ten times his.
Pushing his face back, I replied coldly,"I would have to decline your offer, now get out of my sight."
But that man was not alone, hearing my rejection he looked at me in anger and called his two bodyguards. "Drag this woman to my suite."
"I advise you to think again, John," I chuckled as a big grin pulled up my lips. "You are asking for death and I feel pity for your family."
That man clenched his fists and shouted at me with his ugly voice. "Bitch, how dare you pity me? I can tell now why you got dumped and cheated on by your boyfriend."
My smile vanished as I titled my face while tapping on the table. One. Two. Three. I got up and grabbed the man's hand, twisting his arm at the back. I replied,"Bastard, you dare to talk about my personal life without knowing me well? Do you think every girl who comes to clubs alone is betrayed and cheated on?"
"Ouch, let go of my arms, bitch," the man cried in pain and I was flabbergasted. He was just a weak opponent to me that I felt even more pity for.
"What are you two doing there standing by yourself? Release from this crazy woman."
I glanced at the man's bodyguards and warned them to even take a step forward.
However soon my legs failed me, I felt like standing on two sloppy noodles. No matter how strong my grip was on the man's arms, my legs staggered making me lose my balance.
Taking advantage of my situation, the man pushed me and released himself from my grasp and his bodyguards grabbed me by my arms and heaved me up.
Bringing me upstairs to the club's second floor, they threw me into the bedroom. The man and his bodyguards started unbuttoning their shirts and I closed my eyes.
'How can I delete my eyes? I just saw the ugliest creatures in this world! Rapists!'
I tried to get up but my fucking legs wobbled me up, causing me to fall over and over again. I was so pissed off, and that old man Vincent, where the hell did he get stuck? What is taking him so long? I just asked him to bring me some water…
Is he constructing the pipelines from the city's water tank to here? I can't think of anything else!
Suddenly the bodyguards pinned my wrists down on the floor and that fat man crawled on top of me. I hesitated no further and spat on his face.
"Get off me, you sack of dirty loads."
The man glared at me as he wiped his face and was about to rip off my dress when that very second the door of the room swung open.
And I was mortified, the man who opened the door was none other than Alex, Caspar's assistant and the DarZ Mafia group's enforcer! He goes by the codename Omega and is the most secretive member and even more psychopath than Caspar and Erick. But nobody can guess his identity, because he always works in the shadows, without getting noticed.
"Who dares to–"
BANG BANG BANG
Alex shot them dead without even letting them speak. And with the blood splattered on his face, he grinned and greeted in a sarcastic tone.
"We meet again, Miss Bella or should I call you Madam Bella Sharapova." He walks inside, holding the blood-covered gun in his hands which had black gloves on. When he was right in front of me, he leaned close to my face and smiled brightly as if he were insane.
"My boss has ordered your kidnapping.”