Mafia's Unexpected Fiancee

11. Heartbreaks & fights

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RAK’S POV

Pain sucks.

Knowing that the one person I’d been loyal to since day one actually hadn’t taken me quite as serious, actually hurt more than I wanted to admit. It was a strange feeling. It crawled up on me, creating an emptiness I had no idea could exist. It was unexpected. There were no signs leading to tis otherwise I would be very much prepared.

“Screw her, okay? She doesn’t deserve you. I knew you were always too good for her,” Dean whispered or shouted, I don’t know. I was pretty wasted. I wanted to forget this haunting emptiness even just for a few minutes.

“Why can’t I hate her?” I asked in a soft voice, searching Dean’s face, almost as though he held the answer to my question.

“Maybe because you didn’t love her as much as you thought you did,” He said, sighing. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as I was and I know it was probably to keep me in check this time round. We wouldn’t want me going off to kiss some strangers again. I shudder at the thought.

“What are you talking about? I loved her with all my heart,” I countered, refilling my glass. I know I’m drunk and yet I felt very much sober. Did someone dilute the drinks tonight or what?

“Dude,” he reached out, his arm going over my shoulders, “I’m not saying you didn’t love but maybe it was more as friends than lovers. Maybe she was right. You two were always better off as friends,”

“And she couldn’t tell me that before we started planning a whole ass wedding and putting my parents’ dream of a cute babies and rich heirs high?” I asked, sounding a bit too bitter for my taste.

“Now more than ever, I’m convince you two were only dating for your parents. You know what? Drink up,” He fills his own glass.

“I was about to say the same,” Ken said, sounding too close to my ear with his whiskey scented breath blowing the side of my face. So he had decided to finally acknowledge his best friend existed outside the pretty girls he was trying to get with? Ugh! We were supposed to be here for me tonight and not ass for once.

“Fine but don’t stand too close to me like that,” I countered.

“Why? Am I turning you on? Are you going to kiss me?” He teased, refilling his own glass. He was never going to let me live down that memory, now was her? He then turned to the man who had been sitting silently beside me the entire time, “How about you Tawan? Want to click glasses and scream screw Darleen?”

Tawan raised his eyes and there was a certain sadness drenched in them. Before I could dwell further on it, came the bubbly personality. He poured himself a drink and then raised to click glasses.

“Screw Darleen and every person that makes us feel unworthy of love,” he said, clicking glasses and we all drunk to that.

What followed was quite a lot of dancing, tequila shots and drunk selfies. I think Tawan did try to perform some type of stripper dance on top of the counter which got us kicked out of the club in the end right after being made to pay for a couple of spilled drinks and broken liquor bottles. We were drunk and happy for whatever reason.

“I feel like partying some more and who knows? We’d probably get…” Great! Now everybody else was making out excepting for me. Ken had a girl with him and well, Tawan couldn’t keep his lips off Dean. Did the world hate me or something? I was the one who should be desperately making out with someone and these douchebags beat me to it.

“What do you guys say we hit BnB?” Tawan suggested, his hand dropping on Dean’s waist. Well, at least they had all stopped making out now.

“Why would we want to go to some Bread and Breakfast when we are already booked in hotels?” I was utterly confused to be honest.

“Oh s**t! Not Bread and Breakfast. I meant, BnB as in Black and Blues, Lamon’s club where we met yesterday?” s**t! I didn’t even know the club name.

“We definitely should. Come on,” I heard everybody else excitedly chatter but I was frozen in place. Lamon’s club? As in the same Lamon I actually I kissed and proposed to in the middle of a freaking club? What if I ran into him? What was I supposed to say? Sorry that I kissed you and freaking proposed? f**k it!

“Come on,” Ken tagged me into the taxi, the girl she was with quickly straddling him on the lap.

Lucky me, I’d optioned to sit in the front passenger seat. Now all I could do was share an awkward chuckle with the driver who openly seemed uncomfortable but didn’t say anything. I hoped they wouldn’t go past the make-out session. Well, that would be very much uncomfortable to watch. After an agonizing twenty minutes, we arrived outside BnB and I was the first to step out, paying the driver and apologizing on behalf of Ken. Barely two seconds later, the taxi which Tawan and Dean had gotten in, arrived and they jumped out, paid then joined us. Tonight, the club was much more crowded. Unless of course, I was more drunk than I thought.

The couples walked in while I tagged awkwardly behind. I was drunk and very much aware how lonely I looked. To make it worse, the two couples began dancing right after ordering drinks. I leaned over the bar counter, pretending I wasn’t with them while silently begging for the bartender to hurry up. A few more shots and I’d be too wasted to form a sentence and that was exactly what I wanted. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t care if I woke up in a ditch somewhere. Screw reputation. Screw love. Screw everything else. Thankfully, the bartender seemed to have heard my unsaid prayer as he handed me the first round. I turned around with intention of calling the rest but they were all busy on the dance floor. So I did what any heartbroken, clearly not-thinking-straight and already drunk man would do; I began chugging one after the other.

I was reaching for the fourth glass, my vision already growing a bit blurry when someone snatched it from my hand. I turned around ready to protest but my eyes fell on quite a good-looking man. I think he was smiling or something close to that. Someone nice to drink with. It was better than being alone.

“Don’t you think you are going a bit too fast with those?” He questioned, his arm suddenly going around my waist.

Wait, what the hell was he doing? Panic alarms began racing through me. I was not comfortable with hands on my waist or how he was staring down at me. Even though the blood in my body seemed frozen, I was too drunk to say or do anything. He was leaning in and all I could do was mentally call to Ken to come rescue me but telepathy only worked in movies. My throat was closing up but the suddenly he was yanked away from me. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me but the person who was beating up the guy sure looked exactly like Lamon and a bit more angrier than normal.