Page 68 of Dark Mafia Heir

How so thoughtful.

I smile at the man and politely dismiss him after I grab the drink from the tray.

I take a swig, and then another, only stopping when the entire content is almost gone. It’s nice, sweet, and fruity. It fizzles in mouth, and... a certain pressure in my bladder alerts me that I need to use the bathroom. Even before I entered the club with Antonio, the pressure had been there for a while, but I ignored it.

Can’t evade nature’s call for too long, can I?

Grabbing my phone, I ask for directions to the ladies’ room, and make my way there. It’s bright and quiet when I go in. The place is clean, too. After knocking on the doors, I go into one of the empty stalls to handle my business, and that’s when the eerie, calculated clicking of shoes clicking on the marble tiles echoes around the bathroom walls.

My heart catches in my throat, and I’m not sure why I hold my breath, but I do. Crouching low enough to peek through the gap underneath the door, I spot a pair of glossy leather boots.

I arrange myself, stand to my feet, and take a few seconds after flushing down before I leave the stall.

When I see the owner of the glossy leather boots, the blood in my veins turns to ice.

It’s her.

The stripper with the killer eyes.

She stares at me through the mirror, patting down her blonde hair after washing her hands. Glaring, I fold my arms across my chest and step away from the bathroom door. “I’m starting to believe this meeting is more than just a coincidence.”

“Oh, it’s not.” She laughs, baring pearly teeth. “It’s perfectly planned, Vivienne.”

So this one knows my name, and thinks she’s smart and intimidating. I smirk. “The last time I checked, I didn’t have a stripper on my contact list. Who the fuck are you?”

The blonde shrugs, turns off the faucet, and spins around on the heels of her boots. She crosses one leg over the other and leans back against the porcelain sink. “No one of importance. Or maybe I am just a girl who’s trying to get back what rightfully belongs to her?”

That stuns me for a moment, and I try to think of all the possible ways I could have established any link to this psychopath. It isn’t through my father, not Harper either, and nothing else I can think?—

When it clicks, I almost can’t wrap my head around it.

I take a good look at her again. Her eyes glower with undiluted hate, and there’s a small crack in her false smile that makes me see right through her innocent sexy girl bullshit.

No way.

No fucking way this childish ambush is about Antonio.

I burst out laughing, and her smile wobbles. Of course, it is. She’d passed by us only a few hours ago, looking like she wanted my head for dinner.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“I don’t think it is, sweetheart. It isnot only funny, but also fucking crazy that you stand there and lay a claim to someone who doesn’t give even half a fuck about you. You, my dear, are sick in the head if you think you can intimidate me with your Hades Halloween outfit and vampire eyes. My advice, even though you’re not worth it, go back out there and shake your booty. I’m sure there are more than five nineteen-year-olds that would gladly make you theirs.”

Anger flashes through her eyes, and the crack in her calm composure stretches. “Such a pity that you’re a foul-mouthed bitch. My poor Antonio married a piece of trash.”

Playtime is officially over. In seconds, I’m ready to show this crazy slut who the piece of trash really is, after I put my foot in her mouth.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You think I’m scared of you?”

“If you’re not, you should be. Get out of here and leave me the hell alone. It’s not a plea, but a fucking warning. I’m willing to put this stupid conversation behind me and move forward like I never encountered someone so desperate and insignificant.”

She’s quiet for a moment, considering whether or not to match my words with hers. Just when I think I’ve finally baited her into a fight, I know she’ll terribly lose. She flashes an overly confident smile and flicks her hair behind her shoulder.

“Who gets scared of a dead bitch anyway?”

Now, I’m more certain that I’m going to kill this stupid, motherfucking— “Is that a threat?”

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