The Kingpins Obsession

Lena's pov

After an excruciatingly long week of having the same exhausting classes over and over again, the only thing I wanted tonight was to drown my sorrows in the bitter-sweet embrace of liquid courage. I had come to numb my feelings and drive away the stress that had been accompanied with a lot of anxiety these past weeks, to forget the demands of school life and escape the responsibilities that have weighed down on me for so long. All the weeks of taking mock Exams, tests, lectures, assignments, coupled with my part-time job as a waitress at a local coffee shop up town that barely pays the minimum wage and my mother's failing health, I desperately needed a night on the town to unwind. A night just for me to feel like her age again. At just 21, I already had a lot of responsibilities on my frail shoulders.

And I wasn't alone either, my best friend, Jazz had planned the perfect evening for the both of us to simply let loose and have the time of our lives.

The pulsating beat of the music vibrated through the floors, matching the energy of the club. Jazz and me were seated at a secluded table at a corner. Shot glasses cluttered the table in front of us, the remnants of the liquor swirling in the vibrant neon lights that casted its glow over us and our surroundings. Jazz threw her head back in laughter, and I joined her, laughing uncontrollably at something that might have been far less funny than what we had made it out to be. But who cared? It was the weekend and we were here to let loose and drink ourselves to stupor.

Against the backdrop of the nightclub, my red hair, which I had just recently dyed, was wild like a flame, reflecting the neon lights as it fell in soft waves down my back. Sometimes it looked a bright pink, sometimes it looked a deep indigo. My big brown eyes seemed to reflect the excitement that bubbled at my depths as I felt the alcohol course through my veins. I was filled with unbridled anticipation and confidence as I leaned into my best friend. The giggles wrecking my body. Compared to the bold choice of hair color, my physical features were rather delicate, cute with an edge of Y2K baddie. Growing up, people told me I look just like my mother when she was around my age. An oval face with an upturned nose that led to full lips. Tonight, I had opted to wear a sultry black form-fitting dress that hugged my curves jealousy. A deep neck line that left little to the imagination and an open back. The dress stopped right above my knees and it had a long sleeve that flayed out. My lips were painted red to match my hair and Smokey make up to give me an even bolder look. A small bag hung at my side always and a simple silver chain that adorned my neck to tie my look together. Tonight, Lena Hart was going all out. Sexy and bold.

While I rocked the dress, Jazz had on biker boots, black leather pants and a white crop top turtleneck that revealed the moon shaped piercing on her bellybutton and a tramp stamp tattoo on her hip. A constant reminder of a night she had a little too much to drink without restraints and walked into a low bus tattoo shop. Her eyes were a vibrant green and her hair black as night, she tied it up in a high ponytail. She looked like a cat.

"Another one!" Jazz yelled over the music, sliding another shot towards me, to which i gladly accepted.

"Kampai!!" I clapped my hands together as a grin tore across my lips, stretching from ear to ear as I grabbed the shot glass and clinked it against hers before tossing it into my mouth in one go. The Tequila burned its way down my throat, but it made every fiber of my being come alive like fireworks on the fourth of July, heightening all my senses.

"you know what would be really fun??" Jazz began as she leaned into me, her words came out in a sultry slur as she grinned.

"what?"

"what if We like, hooked up with one of the guys here tonight."

"what?! don't be ridiculous, Jazz. Do you even realize the kind of men who come here?" I shook my head slightly with a small frown hanging off my brows. It wasn't as though the idea of doing that wasn't tempting, but the men in here were...different and you'd never know who took you home. But it would be a lie if I said the liquor hadn't stroked my own desires for something a little dangerous tonight. My body craved for the sinful touch of a man in ways alcohol wouldn't be able to satisfy. Because its been that long. But I shook my head as though to shake out that crazy idea.

"...yeah! Crazy Hot men," Jazz chirped excitedly. I could see the wheels turning in her head. She craved something fresh and exciting, even if that thing were a dangerous one-night stand with a made man. And club Nero was the perfect place to find that, but I wouldn't be persuaded.

"Emphasis on crazy! But no, I think you meant dangerous men, Jasmine Moretti!" I cut in. Club Nero was one of the hottest clubs in town. Just getting in required an exclusive wait list. And it might have taken a month for us to get on that list, thanks to Jasmine's connections, and it was totally worth it. But the caliber of men who frequented this place were not just ordinary criminals. No, these men ran this city's underworld. And I wasn't so sure it would be such a hot idea to mess around with them for a so called, night of fun.

"geeze granma, when was the last time you had a good fucking, Len? You know...." Jazz whined her hips in a suggestive manner and the both of us collapsed into laughter again. I hated how blunt she was sometimes.