Revenge of Athanasia Del Russo

I almost threw the bra I was wearing when I took it off and spun it around in the air while grinding on the dance floor. People are looking at me like I am fucking insane, but why? I am hyped up with the music.

I saw Radence upstairs, in the VIP room, who winked at me. I show my middle finger and stick my tongue out. I just shook my head and then I screamed, especially when they sprinkled water while people on the dance floor got wet.

My hips went wilder when Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie played. With the remix of Boyfriend by Arianna Grande.

I close my eyes and dance. Someone touched my waist, and when I opened my eyes, it was Christ Nielson’s face that almost kissed me, and didn’t want to let go of my waist.

“Athanasia, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” I immediately pulled away and avoided him; he was a good friend of mine. Del Russo is connected to the Mafia Organization since my father is a good friend of Avenson.

Christ Nielson is the firstborn and heir of La Avignon Mafia, which owns the Underground City on the Lake Side, and I am very familiar with it since it’s my responsibility as a firstborn. We all have the proper training for ourselves.

“Christ,” I claimed, and I quickly dodged; he’s insane. He wants me badly. I know that I am a goddamn goddess from the heavens, but it’s hard to chase and hide from the Mafia boss.

“Come on, my marriage proposal is this available. Always available when it comes to my baby boo,” I almost puked as I pulled away and looked away.

“You’re drunk, I need to go,” and Barbara came closer, pushed her older brother away from me, and winked at me. I was going to the restroom when I saw a woman.

She looks familiar, like Radence’s colleague or friend; that’s a silly kid.

“Hey, Miss are you okay?” I called her attention; I was surprised, and it’s like Radence’s fiancée or girlfriend; I can’t tell. I’m a bit tipsy too; I finished the alcohol when I was going to the bar, and there was still rum in brother Mage’s office.

“I need Rad.” She said and closed her eyes.” I have a mini panic since I don’t know how to take care of a drunk, I’m so drunk I can’t take care of myself, or other people.

“Okay, I’ll call my cousin. It’s Radence Del Russo, right?” I asked, and she nodded weakly. This child is pitiful. I dialed Radence’s number and got no answer.

“I’m Athanasia Del Russo, by the way.” When I introduce myself and Rad doesn’t answer.

“Please call Radence.” I sigh and decide to call him and rush to VIP.

“Okay, okay. Just wait here. He’s probably upstairs.” I left her there and went up to the VIP area. The guard stopped me, but the bouncer came upstairs and no one stopped me. I opened the doors one by one until I saw Rad. Drinking with his friends

“Radence Del Russo, come down. The woman who looks Korean is looking for you,” I said, and his face went pale. He just passed me, and I was left with his friends who were still looking at me. I sat where Rad has been sitting lately and swallowed its cheers.

“I will be here until Rad is back.” I said and enjoying every shot, until I didn’t know how many shots I drink.

I didn’t notice the time, and the owner of the bar informed us that they were closing. It’s 6 AM, and I’m fucking dead. I hate my brother Mage. The paper that I need to sign, Oh my gosh! I can not walk properly. I don’t know how I got out and got to my car; I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Damn,” I groaned when a warm hand touched my back; I couldn’t see him. But he’s wearing a gym outfit. He handed me coffee and a towel before jogging away from me. I got dressed and got into my car. I use the warm towel and drink the warm espresso. Wow, just wow.

I always order a warm espresso, especially when I come from a night out and have no rest. I smile and see the initials on the towel. It’s EJ.

I smirk and drive to my condo. I still need to arrange and sign the papers. I’m going to hate you, mom, if they find out that I’m behaving like this; they’ll know what Leto said to me, and I can’t allow it.

I will face them in a crash, and I swear to God, they are angry with me, and they will be held accountable. I will not rest until I beat Leto.

And yes, I will catch my fiance, who has an itchy stomach, so the American scratched his raw skin. I can’t oppress them. I need to be strong.