I move two fingers closer toward her opening and slide them up as I circle her clit. Isabella gasps and I stop and whisper, “Be quiet, or I’ll stop.”
“You’ll stop right now. What the fuck, Catalina? Not in public,” Niccolo chastises.
“I want to make my girlfriend come and I want to do it now. Watch it, pretty boy,” I reply, returning my fingers to Isabella’s pussy, but she closes her legs.
“What the fuck,princesa? Why did you close your legs?”
“Maybe he’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t do it in public…” Isabella mumbles, looking around the table and not meeting my gaze.
I grab my phone from the table and see a missed call and text from Alessio five minutes ago.
Opening the message, I see that I’m wanted elsewhere and use that as an excuse to get myself out of this situation.
“Alright, well, it looks like I’m needed elsewhere. This was fun, but I need some air,” I snarl as I push my seat back and head to the door.
“Catalina. Stop,” Dario growls. I pause my steps for a moment and grab the handle when he grips my arm and spins me around to face him.
“Where are you going? We can’t fit in one car,” he says. I raise an eyebrow, dumbfounded by his statement right now.
“Don’t worry. I have a ride. Bye, Dario,” I sneer, removing my arm from his grip. Walking out the door to the private area, I kiss Celeste goodbye and tell Alejandro I’m going with Alessio to Dario’s ranch to spar. He shakes his head, but nods in understanding. He knows and has seen the anger that’s vibrating inside me right now, and that I can’t be reasoned with. I don’t trust myself to do or say something I don’t mean. So, I have to remove myself from the situation. And what’s a better way to take out my anger than to spar with some of the guards for fun?
“Well, well, well. I didn’t think you’d show,” Alessio teases as I make my way inside the SUV.
“Shut up and drive. I’m in the mood to fuck up some guards. Maybe I’ll teach them a few things.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will, you fucking psycho devil,” Alessio says. That I am. And soon, the Sokolov men will see how fucking psychotic I am.
In Flames by Digital Daggers
Catalinawalks out the doors of the private room in Ale Fantasía and we are all speechless. Fuck. I should’ve spoken up, but I thought they were joking around. I think Niccolo telling her what to do when Catalina and Isabella wanted to play around was something he shouldn’t have done. We all have the right to do things in our own personal relationships with each other. If the group doesn’t like something to be out in public, then we should set that boundary before going out as a group. But we live, and we learn, and we owe Catalina big time for not talking about it as a whole group instead of just ordering her not to do it.
“It’s okay. She’ll get over it,” Dario says. I quickly turn around to face him as he approaches the table from where he’s standing by the door.
“She will absolutely not get over it, and she shouldn’t. She should be able to do whatever she wants with Isabella or any of us without input from us as a whole. What we need to do is set boundaries if we don’t like anything that’s happening before leaving our house as a group or we’ll have this happen again and again. We need to make it up to her as soon as we get home,” I voice, angry that Dario or anyone would think that was okay. I don’t blame Dario for thinking that way because I think he still sees Catalina as only his best friend and not as a partner or girlfriend. It’s something we need to get used to.
“You’re right, baby. I keep forgetting that she’s not only my best friend, but my girlfriend. I shouldn’t dictate what she can do with one of y’all unless I have serious reservations about it,” Dario responds.
“Yeah, I agree. I shouldn’t have done that. We’ll make it up to her for not speaking up about it and saying something in the moment,” Niccolo declares, wiping his hand down his face.
I hear someone crying beside me and I turn to see Isabella with her face in her hands, her body shaking every few seconds. “What’s the matter,corazón?” I ask, getting up from my seat and sitting on Catalina’s empty seat. I bring her into my arms and sit her on my lap as I kiss her forehead.
“I-I-I just should’ve listened to her. She was my girlfriend f-first and I love her. Now, she h-hates me. She thinks I-I love everyone more than h-her,” Isabella mumbles in between sobs.
“No, baby. She doesn’t hate you. She knows you love her, but she just needs a little bit of time to cool off, then we can make it up to her, okay?” I add, rocking her back and forth in the chair.
“Willow’s right, sweets, she knows you love her so much. We’ll make it up to her, I promise,” Sonny remarks.
Dario, Niccolo, and Sonny rise from their seats and hug us from behind, each kissing Isabella and me atop our heads. “C’mon, let’s go home and find out how she’s doing. Maybe we can talk about everything with her and apologize,” Dario orders.
Isabella stops crying and I release her from my arms. She grabs my hand and I lift her from the seat as we exit from the private area. Dario stops by to talk to Alejandro and Celeste, and it looks like Dario is telling Alejandro he can stay with his wife. Alejandro nods, and we wave goodbye to Celeste and Alejandro. Chiara drives Niccolo and Sonny in the first SUV home, while Camila drives Dario, Isabella, and I.
After a long night, it’s 9:00 p.m. by the time we get home, but Catalina is nowhere in sight. We each grab our phones to see if there are any unread messages or missed calls. Dario tries to call her first, but to no avail; there’s no answer. Isabella tries next, but she’s sent straight to voicemail. She starts to tear up and I immediately take her in my arms to cuddle her on the couch.
“It’s okay, baby. She’ll come back to us. She just needed space,” I say, trying to comfort her. She immediately gets up and takes out her phone from her boobs again. Well, she had to put it somewhere since she didn’t take a purse, so I guess it was better protected snug in between her huge boobs.
“She said she had a ride, so maybe it was my brother who called her,” Isabella spits out while clicking her brother’s contact on her phone.
“Who is she calling?” Sonny asks.
