Page 28 of Disco Fever

“Well, this new group noticed your absence and took it as an invitation to step in. They were the group Lana tried to sit in your corner the other day. They were the ones who convinced Frank and his guys to roll on you to the cops. These new guys? They’re not playing around. And word on the street is that they plan to make a move tomorrow night at Dottie’s party.”

“What party?” The three of us whirled to look back and see Dot standing in the doorway of her room, wrapped in nothing but a thin sheet.

“Angel.” Dante rushed to her, removing his jacket and placing it around her shoulder. They walked closer, joining me as she slid under my arm.

“What party?” She looked at all of us, but we all remained silent. “Hello?”

“Fuck, okay!” Dante eagerly rushed to the many bags he had brought back, searching for a pink box wrapped in a black bow. He was beaming like a child as he held it out for Dot. “Happy early birthday, angel.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the present, glancing from him to me. I nodded, smiling as she began to open it. Her face brightened as she held the gift in her hands, speechless.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” I teased Dante.

“Oh, come on, I’ve been keeping this a secret for days!” Dante grinned, tilting his head and crossing his arms. “I think I did a rather good job keeping my mouth shut, thank you.” I giggled at his excitement.

“Well, go on, show us!” Patty smiled.

Dot handed me the empty box as she held her gift up for all of us to see. Her blue eyes welled with tears. “You guys,” she wheezed.

“Here.” I tossed the empty box aside and grabbed the mask, carefully placing it over her delicate head. “Dante and I talked, and after everything you’ve gone through—we’ve gone through, well, it was only fitting that you got your own mask.” I stepped back, admiring her as she stared at Dante and I, her face completely hidden behind the mask. “Take a look.” I pointed to her floor length mirror just off from where she was standing.

Dot rushed to it, gasping at her reflection. “It’s perfect.” Her fingers grazed the numerous pink rhinestones that covered the devil mask, a spitting image of mine and Dante’s, only in her color.

“Welcome to the Disco Devils, angel.”

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DOT

My freshly manicurednails scraped the rhinestone devil mask, tingles vibrating through my fingers as I stared down at it. With a smile, I turned to the floor length mirror, admiring my sheer pink dress, barely covering my ass and hanging off one shoulder. The single sleeve flared out, the edge sewn with a pink faux boa. My sparkly pink lingerie glistened under the sheer dress, matching my pink knee high go-go boots perfectly. My makeup and hair was on point, resembling the classic ‘70s fashion, my pink signature lips popping perfectly against my golden hair. For the first time in weeks, I felt pretty and perfect. Just like my new mask, and it was mine. Just like the Devils.

Dante strolled behind me, dressed in a sheer black dress shirt, unbuttoned to showcase his tattooed and built chest, obviously oiled and smothered in body glitter. He had on black leather pants tight enough you could see everything, squeezing his ass and dick in all the right places. A pleasant sight. His long black hair was greased back, a few strands hanging in front of his face as he smiled down at me, wrapping his arm around my tiny waist. “You look phenomenal, angel.” He kissed the top of my head, eyeing the mask in my hand. “Are you ready for tonight?”

I turned to face him, staring up into his beautiful brown eyes. “Yes.”

“Well fuck me,” Kat whispered. We both turned to see her leaning against the wall. She was wearing black leather chaps, and the smallest metallic silver halter top, tied perfectly around her breasts, leaving little to the imagination. Her entire torso was covered in body glitter, much like Dante’s, her braids pulled up high showing off star shaped hoops that hung from her pierced ears. She was hot as fuck, staring back at us, her eyes covered in silver glitter and her lips dripping with a dark gloss. Those juicy fucking lips I loved to kiss. My core jolted as I watched her walk towards us, her hips rocking as she moved. “You two look delicious.” She grinned, kissing Dante, then me. My heart fluttered at her taste. “Hmm.” She glanced at Dante. “I think something’s missing. What about you, Dot? What’s Dante missing?”

We both stared at him as he raised a brow, clueless. “Is it my jacket? ‘Cause I have the one Kat picked out. It’s a blue faux fur coat.” He snuck into the bedroom, returning in the fluffiest, brightest blue jacket I had ever seen. It matched the blue of his devil mask, also in his hand. “Better?” He spun, the black sparkle nail polish on his fingers sparkling as he did so.

Kat shook her head. “Nope. I think you need more. Dot?” She looked at me. “Bring me your makeup bag. Dante, sit.”

The two of us did as she asked, Dante sitting on the couch with a light scoff as I ran back with my makeup bag, handing it to Kat as she straddled him. She searched the bag, eventually pulling out a small compact with teal and blue glitter. “This!” She shook the small clear compact. “Come help me, angel.”

Dante laughed, enjoying the view as we both brushed the glitter across his eyelids, the blues making his brown eyes pop and contrast. He was so beautiful, dangerously strong, and yet had this touch of femininity that didn't scare him. I admired himfor embracing it. Truthfully, his confidence only made him more appetizing.

“There. See?” Kat handed Dante a small mirror as he checked his reflection, raising his brows to see his eyelids, now packed with glitter.

“Groovy.” We all laughed and giggled. Dante returned the mirror to Kat and looked at me, his expression soft and gentle. “You ready, angel?”

I nodded. “Let’s party.”

Disco Fever.That was the theme night for my birthday party. And it wasperfect.

As Kat, Dante, and myself neared the street corner adjacent to Eden’s Inferno, I felt more alive than I ever had as the car drove in the direction of the club. I wasn’t sure if it was because I wasn’t high and experiencing it all for the first time, the fact this whole night was for me, or if it was because I was about to walk into the club with this gorgeous pink mask on my face with my devils. In all honesty, I didn’t care what the reason was. I was just happy to be here and to be feeling more like myself than I ever had before. Like the angel they loved.

Considering it was my birthday, and the night was about me, I wasn’t on the clock and was going to be enjoying the night as a patron. “It feels so good to be going back to the club, but man, it feels weird thinking about how I’m dancing tonight. I hope I’m not going to have to grovel too much to keep my performance slots.” Dante turned the car down the back alley next to Eden’s Inferno and into the space where they always parked. The spotwas always empty, waiting for them. The club was packed and full of life, and the spot was handy, as we didn’t have to worry about any onlookers when we got out.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, angel.” Kat spun around in the passenger’s seat to look me in the eye. “We already took care of it.” She winked.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Ugh, Kat,” I playfully whined. “I love you two, but you really did not have to do that.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized what I just said. I just said those words out loud. I had only thought about them before, knowing how I felt, but I never actually told Kat and Dante that I loved them. Even though it was more than true. Heat began to fill my chest because neither of them said anything, only stared back at me.

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