WILD HEART

CLUB NOCTURNO I

Chapter 3

Everywhere was colourful just as the rainbow lights in the nightclub, people were drinking, dancing and grinding on one another. Beats were heard in rhythm with the dancing and sweaty bodies.

Zayem looked around in disgust, he had never been a party type of a person in fact he was more like watching movies and travelling around the world. According to him, a decent person should never drink.

He spent his high school life which was supposed to be his wild years studying his ass off to make his hard-working brother proud of him and Zayan indeed was proud of his achievements all through high school and now in college.

Zayem shook his head scanning the dimly private and VIP area he was currently in, there was a circular couch opposite to the one he was sitting on with a big glass table in the middle. His eyes finally stopped at a certain pair of forest green eyes of his brother who was sitting on the circular couch looking just as handsome as he was, rocking his black dress shirt tucked in his black pants. Buttons undone to the middle, exposing his toned chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his five million Patek Philippe watch and an Orsini tattoo engraved on his left arm.

On his lap was a tanned bleached blonde doll with way too much make-up on her face, sucking and kissing his neck while sensually rubbing his inner thigh with a seductive look on her face. On the other hand, Zayan sat there drinking without the care of the world, not even once looking at the woman. Just pertaining to the slight pleasure he was receiving.

Zayem's gaze hardened a bit, that was the main reason he never stayed away from his brother knowing that he would either drown himself in work or spend the nights with hoes. He so wanted his brother to settle down and have a normal life but his talking and winning always fell on deaf ears. He knew he couldn't blame Zayan for this lifestyle, he had way too many reasons to live like this, in their life Zayem believed his brother suffered the most. He was there to go through every heartbreak seeing their mother turn into a b***h, see their father die and most terrifying thing, spending eight years in their goddamn basement.

If someone would ask who he loved the most in this work then his abrupt reply would be his brother, he wasn't only his big brother but also the father figure in his life. Without the blink of an eye, he would give his life for his brother and he knows that Zayan would do the same. That's how strong their bond was, not even a storm could break it.

He admired his brother the most just like Zayan adored him, to the world he may be the most impossible person to come across with but for Zayan he was always thoughtful, loving and caring. He might not show it in the most suitable ways but he knew his brother was ready to kill for him.

Growing up in the basement for year's Zayan's face was the only thing in front of him. He remembered how his brother would sometimes take his beatings, cry to sleep with the pain but never let anyone lay a hand on him. He remembered his brother playing with him, telling him about the world outside, teaching him basic things about school. That was all he understood and grew up with, never asking for anything more, it wasn't until the day he finally started school and learned that there is more to this world like parents and the cheerful attitude of people. Why were they in the basement? He would question Zayan about his parents only to see his eyes tearing up, making him feel bad. He never asked about them again.

It was the day when he turned thirteen when Zayan told him everything about their past. Their family, home and how everything crumpled apart due to their own mother. He recalled how he cried listening to everything, hugging his brother as he cried back, both letting their pain out and it was the last time he saw his brother cry.

Because from that day he saw his brother becoming tough with each passing day until he became a force not to be reckoned with. He saw him becoming ruthless and powerful, conquering every objective along the way, tossing away the obstacles of life to reach the height and honour he has today. Guarding his emotions, letting a stony cover to shield his heart, if he wasn't his brother he would think that he didn't have a heart at all seeing his brother torture people. He hated that but one thing was sure that Zayan never killed for pleasure, he only tortured those that were bad and killed others or most importantly betrayed or disrespected him; that was a thing he could never withstand.

His mind was always on money and power, at the end of the day all he needed was someone to warm his bed, only to have her leave the following morning. He knows that his brother hates the women's species that's why he never repeated them. They, as he says himself, disgusts him. He gives them the pleasure to f**k him and then throw them away like a piece of s**t.

Amid his drinking, Zayan felt someone throw daggers his way and he knew only one person dared to do that.

"Leave!" He said in a deep and dominating voice shoving the blonde-haired woman away on the couch. She hissed from the impact but scurried away, already being warned not to mess with Zayan Orsini.

"She understood what leaving meant, you didn't have to throw her away like this!" Zayem said, folding his arms.

Zayan only shrugged in response, chugging his glass of wine. 

"All women are the same, they tend to be treated like that!" Zayan muttered in a husky tone.

"You don't say the same while having s*x with them!" Zayem retorted.

"Well, a man has needs and they are to be f****d out!" Zayan said with a smirk.

One more thing, Zayan Orsini has no filter when talking about such things.