Vera

Chapter 16

Vera

It's been three days since I found out about Santiago's girlfriend. He's came by our apartment a couple times but Mila and Jasper made him leave.

Sometimes I got a peek of him outside going back to his car. He left a note with Mila a couple of times but I made her throw it out.

I wanted to talk to him so bad, but he has a girlfriend. I am not a homewrecker.

Today a club I helped is having its grand opening. It's an invite only event though. The richest of the rich. It'll be opened to the whole public in a month, this is essentially a test run.

Since I helped the club be developed, I can bring whoever I want, so of course I'm bringing Mila and Jasper. Jasper was thrilled to go but Mila created a list on why she should stay home.

I ignored all of it, grabbed a dress for her and told her to go get ready. I'm waiting in the living room now talking to Jasper about The Summer I Turned Pretty.

"I'm telling you, Belly is the problem. I love her and all but she just needs to leave that poor family alone." I'm about to argue back to Jasper just as Mila walks out.

She's walking like she's terrified she's going to fall over in the heels she's wearing. "Couldn't you have given me a dress that has more coverage?"

I rise from my seat on the couch and spin Mila. "Absolutely not, you look gorgeous. You're going to have everyone drooling over you." Mila rolls her eyes but smiles.

"I told you red is your color." I turn towards Jasper. "And black is yours."

Jasper beams at me. "That's sweet, but every color is my color. Now let's go." I gawk at Jas and laugh my way out the door.

We walk out our building and Jasper drives. For some reason they feel their life is in danger when I drive. No clue why.

Mila's outfit

Jasper's outfit

Vera's outfit

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We arrive at the club at 10 sharp an hour after the event actually started. Rich people are always late so we're actually early.

There are a few VIP booths occupied already. The bar is busy, the music is loud, and people are already gyrating on the dance floor.

The club seems to be a success so far and I'm super proud of Milo. Milo is the owner, I helped the opening, funding, and production of the bar but he sketched it out. He made it happen and I'm incredibly proud of him.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to let me be the DD so you can actually have fun." I ask Mila. She shakes her head adamantly.

"I'm on call anyways. I can't." I nod before telling them I'm going to find Milo. I venture through the crowd that has started to get bigger.

I find Milo behind the bar checking on his workers. He sees me after a few minutes and comes out from around the bar to greet me.

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" I ask giving Milo a hug.

He smiles his eyes shining from joy. "I'm awesome, do you see how many people are here. I honestly didn't think this many would show." I smile back at him matching his excitement.

"I did. I knew you could do it. Who all did you invite?" I question scanning my eyes over all the people. Seeing a few I recognize from my races.

"Everyone basically. Everyone from the upper class that I could get a hold of." Everyone? Hopefully not everyone, everyone. I really don't want to see Santiago.

Yes you do. You know what I mean. I shouldn't see him. I say my goodbyes to Milo before heading off into the crowd.

I find Jasper and Mila on the dance floor. Jasper actually convinced her to dance with him somehow and I'm glad. She's been in the hospital nonstop.

I think it has something to do with a specific assassin, but I haven't asked. I join them on the dance floor. Moving my hips to the beat.

"Hello, darling. May I dance with you." I spin around at the sound of a British voice in my ear.

Directly behind me there was a tall, blond, and blue eyed man. He's hot. Not as hot as Santiago. Shut the fuck up. I shake the voice out my head and put on a smile.

"Of course." He places his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck. I'm flushed against his body. I turn around and dance on him. He's moving with my hips until I feel my phone vibrate in my purse.

I immediately go check it because it's one of our rules when we go out check our phone whenever it goes off no matter what. I pull it out and read the unknown number.

Weird. I go to the text and read it.

Do you want me to kill him because I will and if you keeping dancing with him I am.

I dart my eyes around the club feeling incredibly paranoid. Who sent this? My eyes roam everywhere until they meet his.

Santiago.