In a dimly lit club, a beautiful woman, standing at 5ft4, sat in a distant corner, sipping on her cold iced wine. She wore a black baggy trouser suit that gave her a sophisticated yet edgy vibe. Despite her shorter frame, her curves were perfectly proportioned, and the black heels she wore added a subtle elegance to her appearance. Her jet-black hair cascaded in loose waves, framing her face, which was dotted with a few charming freckles. Her eyes squinted as she observed the crowd with a critical gaze.
This generation couldn't get any worse, she thought to herself, shaking her head as she dipped a hand into her bag to retrieve her phone.
With a few quick taps, she typed, "Gia, on my way to the lounge, meet me there." After hitting send, she placed the phone back into her bag and stood up, heading towards the elevator.
Up in the VIP lounge, she found a plush sofa in the corner and sat, waiting. The silence of the room contrasted sharply with the music and chaos downstairs.
Not long later, the door swung open, and in walked Gia, her best friend. She was a striking figure—taller than Emilia by an inch, standing at 5ft5. Gia wore a sharp suit skirt with a stylish chiffon top tucked neatly into it, her golden blonde hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. Her eyes scanned the room before locking onto Emilia.
"Sorry for taking so long, bitchass," Gia teased, her voice carrying through the room, as they embraced warmly. After a brief hug, Gia plopped down beside Emilia, who couldn't help but smile.
"No problem, we're here to have fun, right? It's been too long. Work just never ends," Emilia replied with a sigh, reaching for the bottle of wine on the table.
Gia groaned, rubbing her temples. "I'm exhausted. I swear, I want to keep my luxuries but without all this work. Can't someone else take over for a bit?"
Emilia chuckled and poured wine into two glasses, adding ice. "We were born for a soft life, but it feels like we're stuck with a hard one," she said, shaking her head as she handed a glass to Gia.
Before they could dive deeper into their conversation, Emilia raised an eyebrow. "What should we eat? I know you love your alcohol, but remember—we're going to my family's house tonight. Don't overdo it."
Gia rolled her eyes dramatically. "Okay, mama," she mocked, but her smile was playful.
As the minutes passed, the VIP lounge started to fill with people, the music growing louder. Though both Emilia and Gia were introverts, it was clear that when they were together, they were a force to be reckoned with. The energy between them could ignite even the dullest of nights.
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Meanwhile...
In a dark, sterile room, the sounds of pain echoed through the walls. Bloodstains marred the concrete floor, and the air was thick with the scent of violence.
"Aren't all that tough now, are you?" Luciano's voice was cold, laced with amusement as he tore into the victim's fingers. His cruel chuckle filled the space.
A man in a chair—Alessandro—stood up, strolling over to Luciano with a bemused look on his face. "Luciano, take it easy. We need him alive, you know."
Luciano shot him a playful glare. "Alessandro, you bastard, don't act like you're not enjoying this," he quipped, his hands still working on the victim.
"Okay, fine, it's beautiful looking at him this way," Alessandro admitted with a smirk. He turned to one of the guards, his voice turning icy. "Lock him up and feed him. If anything happens to him before I return, I'll put a bullet through your fucking dicks."
The guards shivered, knowing all too well that Alessandro never made idle threats. He always kept his promises.
"Let's go, bro," Luciano said, walking out towards the Audi, with Alessandro following closely behind.
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Back on the road...
Two beautiful girls were caught in a confrontation with a pair of overly eager men.
"What the hell do you guys want?" Gia snapped, her glare as sharp as a blade, signaling for them to back off.
Emilia's breath hitched when one of the men grabbed her waist too tightly. The grip almost bruised her skin.
"Let go of me, if you don't want to regret being born," Emilia's voice dropped to a dangerous level, her eyes flashing coldly as she glared at the man.
"Don't you get it, bab—"
"Shut the fuck up," Emilia interrupted, her face like stone. "If a little chicken can kill a snake, I promise you, you don't want to provoke me."
But the men, blinded by lust, refused to listen.
Gia, ever the wild one, smirked. "Emi, they're not gonna listen. Let's have some fun with them."
Gia's hand trailed down the man holding her, reaching for his crotch. "Seriously? This thing isn't even huge." Without warning, she drove a pocket knife into his groin, making him howl in pain and drop to the floor.
Emilia turned her attention to the other man, her eyes narrowing as he held his injured groin. "Oh, you don't want us anymore?" she asked mockingly, watching him frantically nod his head in fear.
With a look of pure disdain, she kicked him in the head with the sharp tip of her heel. "That's what I thought."
"Come on, Gia," Emilia scolded, though there was no real anger in her tone. "You're not a psychopath. He's almost fainted."
"Oh, that wasn't intentional," Gia said innocently, wiping the blood off her hands. "Let's go home. We'll get scolded for sure."
The two women strolled away, as though nothing had happened, their posture casual as if they hadn't just wreaked havoc.
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Back to Luciano and Alessandro...
From the shadows, Luciano and Alessandro had witnessed the entire scene.
"Okay, it's way better watching you put a bullet through a guy's dick than seeing this," Luciano remarked with a gulp. "This is terrifying. Who would have thought that two cute little girls could be so...evil?"
Alessandro was silent for a moment, his eyes wide. "Yeah... they're definitely not to be underestimated."
They made their way to the garage, parking the Audi before heading inside.
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Inside the family mansion...
"Adriana, your foolish sons are back," Adelina's voice echoed through the hallway, her anger palpable.
Adriana, with her warm smile, hugged her two sons, now towering over her. "Welcome home, you two. Dinner is ready, but you know how it is—Adelina's already upset with you boys," she said with a knowing look.
The two men sighed in unison. They had been through this many times before. "Your dad didn't tame your mother well. She's too hard-hearted. It's like she's the wicked mother-in-law from a fairytale," Alessandro muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Luciano shook his head. "You know she's nice. She just gets angry when she wants something. God knows what she wants now."
They walked toward the dining room, but the tension was still thick in the air. "I feel like we're walking right into a trap your mother set for us," Alessandro said, a chill creeping down his spine.
Luciano nodded, clearly uncomfortable. "I'm starting to feel it too, man."
When they entered, Adelina was already sitting at the table, arms crossed. Adriana beamed at them, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Mama." Luciano greeted, his voice a little strained.
"Aunty." Alessandro added.
"We are so sorry," they both said in unison, but they knew the drill.
Adelina raised an eyebrow, her expression deadpan. "Then bring home a daughter-in-law."