Whispers of the Damned

This is ridiculous.

Apparently, Zane Bernardi's room was in this club. I thought he was taking me to one of the hotels. And if he can even close and lock the entire door with his fingerprint, that means he's part of this club, right?

I used the elevator and pressed the main floor button, and I was surprised to find that I was on the tenth floor.

Well, I shouldn't be surprised anymore. He must always have a room in any club in the world because he can more easily drag any woman to satisfy him in bed.

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, cursing myself for the mistake I just made.

How humans can be so stupid.

How could I give in so easily? How could I be so easy? Why his influence still have so much power over me? Is it because of the alcohol?

I don't know. But I can always defend myself and punch anyone in the face who harasses me. Moreover, I sensed that I wasn't too drunk. I could have kicked him in the face again, and I was very sober when he touched me and... took me to the edge of the world.

Why can't I even resist him?

Why could I...

Damn it. He is my boyfriend's brother, and he is my enemy.... Is this some kind of bad luck or karma for the crimes I've committed in previous lives?

The door opened, and I immediately heard the sound of music that seemed to be getting bigger. It's already midnight, and indeed, more and more people are crowding around to have a good time. Well, no one comes to the club during the day, right?

I get out of the elevator and look around for Ariana. I return to our spot and surprised to find Ronan, Ariana's husband, here. He's sitting, focused on his phone, and sipping from Ariana's bourbon glass. "Ronan?" I squeal in surprise.

Bad luck again.

Ariana's husband is here, which is not a good thing. He doesn't like his wife messing around, like going to clubs with her friends without him. He is possessive and always has trouble controlling Ariana, who is so free.

He looked at me and smiled. "Good to see you, Daniella."

"Since when are you here?"

"Since Abraham told me that my naughty wife goes to this club." He frowns. "Seems like from thirty minutes ago."

Ronan Bratsov was a Russian man who had a partnership with Ariana's father and my father. He is handsome in a rugged way, and his body was athletic. The type that anyone would think he would be better suited as a model than a Bratva leader.

"Where is she now?"

"She's in the toilet." He replied. "And we should leave immediately."

"Why?"

"This club belongs to the Italians," that made me stiffen. "Well, of course you don't know."

"What is their name?"

Ronan gave me a long look. "I'm not sure you'll be okay with that."

"Zane Bernardi?"

"His cousin. Gior Bernardi." Ronan then glanced around. "It probably won't be good for us in the next twenty minutes. Because they need plenty of time to find out about who I really am."

It looks like what Abraham said about Cosa Nosta not being able to exist in California was just nonsense. The proof is that I've seen many Bernardi businesses flourish here.

What the hell?

"Then..." I sighed, closing my eyes. Damn, Ariana. "...get your wife. She must be sleeping in there."

Ronan blinked a few times before swearing and heading towards the toilet.

Yeah, yeah, that wouldn't be good. If only the people guarding this club found out about Ronan, we would be in for a mess. Just like us, the Russians and Italians in the mafia world are not doing well. Ronan came out of the bathroom with Ariana in his arms. I grimace when I see Ariana being carried like he's carrying a sack of cement.

I grabbed Ariana's bag and followed Ariana's husband out of the club.

We got out safely, and I had to drive Ariana's car home by myself while Ariana was in Ronan's car.

I pause on the beach and stare out at the dark sea lit only by the moonlight. It's a clear and bright night. The waves are calm, and the calm sea breeze hits my face.

I leaned against Ariana's expensive car and stared ahead.

I start to wonder what I need to do to get away from Zane Bernardi, who seems interested in playing games with me.

First, I had to break up with Jason.

Second.. I need to resign from the Royal Ridge project.. because it just so happens that the building we'll be working in is his...

Yeah, it looks like my future isn't going too well.

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After a rough sleep, I came out of my room. I had to drink the herbal tea Theo had given me, and I finally slept well and was able to wake up at nine in the morning.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I find Abraham busy cooking on the kitchen counter, Theo talking to Ronan on a chair on the balcony, and Damien busy pestering Ariana, who is sitting lethargically on a chair at the dining table, eating a mango. Damien pulled a big chunk of mango, and Ariana screamed because of it.

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"What happened to you?" I ask because she's usually so cheerful in the morning with her yoga gear.

Now, she's just wearing an oversized T-shirt that must be her husband's, her golden hair hanging in disarray over her shoulders, and Damien is pulling at one strand of it until it comes loose, and she screams.

"It's nothing serious," she smiles at me after hitting Damien on the head. I frown. "Ronan was so wild for punishing me last night." Her smile showed me that it wasn't the usual kind of punishment.

I snorted in disgust and shuddered while she laughed. I sat down next to her and pinched her thighs since she was only wearing a short boxer, and she put one leg on the chair while eating the mango she had neatly cut on a plate. "Why did you take me to that club last night?" I whispered sharply to her, glancing at Damien, who was already busy with his phone.

Ariana blinked seductively at me. "Why? Do you regret it after spending your wild night with a handsome guy?" her lips puckered. "He's so handsome, you know!

"He's a jerk,"

"Jerk guys are thrilling,"

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before whispering again, "The owner is Italian, you moron."

She gaped, dumbfounded at my words, before blinking wildly. "Well, I don't know about that." Then she whispered, looking at me with concern. "And did you also fuck that Italian guy yesterday?"

I couldn't possibly tell her that I had sex with Zane Bernardi.

"None of your business."

"You're angry now? Look, I can tell the three crazy guys here that you had sex with a guy last night. Italian guys."

"Don't you dare."

"Then don't get pissed at me!" She gave me a sneering look and already opened her mouth. "Attention-"

I stuffed a large mango seed into her mouth. "You like mangoes, right? This is for you."

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