The Billionaire Mafia’s Slave

CHAPTER 4: ALMOST DIED

LILY’S POV

“I’m breaking up with you… fuck you and Olivia!”, I said before leaving.

I couldn’t hear anything or anyone, I didn’t want to.

Stephanie was calling me for behind but no, I didn’t want her or anyone else to see my tears. I was strong, so I believed.

***

I came downstairs and went to the bar.

“Two shots of vodka”, I said to the guy at the bar.

“Coming right up!”, He replied and went about doing what he’s probably good at.

I sat down there waiting for my drinks to come, my mind was still at what happened.

I couldn’t get rid of what I saw even if I tried to. Troy on top of Olivia, my best friend since we were very little!

‘How could she even do this to me?’, I asked myself.

I tried to think of what wrong I’ve done to her, when and how have I ever betrayed her?

And to think I caught her staring at Troy and we had an argument about it and she played the victim. Little did I know I was right.

‘5 months! 5 fucking months!’.

“Here you go miss”, The bartender called my attention.

“Thank you”, I said and took the first shot in one go and I let it burn my throat.

The second one I took a sip and paused, hot tears coming down my eyes, then I finished it.

“Hey! Another one. Make it very strong!”, I yelled at the bartender so he could hear me over this loud music.

Everything was already paid for at the party, I could decide to drink and eat everything till I drop dead and it will be free.

Stephanie’s boyfriend, Adam, comes from old money, his dad being a business man who owns numerous businesses. Adam’s family spend their time attending high-class social events and participating in less accessible activities like polo or sailing.

He paid for everything here, he really did love Stephanie.

‘Unlike your boyfriend’, Ex! Ex boyfriend!

I argued with my inner thoughts.

Come to think of it, Troy hasn’t really spent on me since we started dating.

I’ve been the one planning his birthdays, my birthdays, our anniversaries.

‘Gosh, I’m such a fool’.

What did I lack that he had to get from my best friend? Was is looks? height? brains? I don’t know.

We dated for almost two years and we haven’t had sex, maybe that’s why.

Maybe he was sex-starved.

Not that we weren’t having time for sex, it was all me, I wasn’t ready.

Sounds stupid but I wasn’t into it like that.

We would always make out, smooch each other, cuddle, but when he asks for sex, I always say I wasn’t ready.

Maybe God didn’t want me to waste my virginity on a lowlife like him.

I took the drink from the bartender and brought it to my mouth, it had a very strong smell and I liked it that way.

I gulped it in one go and my throat and ears burns.

“Thank you”, I said to the bartender and stood up. I wasn’t gonna drink anymore, I needed to find my way home, all alone.

No more waiting for Olivia.

As I got up, my legs felt like jelly and I almost fell, someone caught me right before I fell butt flat.

“Be careful!”, He said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. T-thank you”, I said before looking at who it was.

“Oh, it’s you?”, I said.

It was that guy Troy was talking to, the one I asked about where Troy went off to and he said Troy got a phone call and went upstairs.

‘Might be the phone call was from Olivia’, I shook my head to stop thinking about those evil two.

“Yes. I’m Greg by the way”, He introduced himself with a big smile on his face.

But I wasn’t interested, for all I know he might be in on all this with Troy.

“And I have to go”, I said and took his hands that was supporting me from falling off my waist.

“Wait… are you alright. You look really drunk right now”, he said, sounding concerned.

Nope, not gonna work on me again.

This was the same way I met Troy, they are all the same!

“I’m fine, thanks for the concern”, I said and left him there.

“Uhm, may-maybe I could drop you off?”, He asked again.

Goodness gracious, doesn’t he get the memo?!

“Just fuck off and leave me alone!!!”, I yelled at him, loud enough for everyone who cared to listen.

He was stunned and apologized to me and walked off.

I stood there, people looking at me like I was crazy, ‘Maybe I was a bit too harsh?’.

I staggered my way out of there, almost falling twice.

I got out of the building and into the streets, that fresh air hit me and I felt a bit relaxed.

I breath in and out, feeling a little okay.

“Cab, where is the cab?”, I kept saying like a lunatic.

I saw one across the street and I took off my heels and went into the road without looking.

“Jesus Christ!!”.

“Holy fuck!!”.

“Is she crazy?!!”.

I heard people shout and I didn’t know what was going on.

Not until I looked too my left and I realized I was almost ran over by a car, a nice one by the way.

‘Who fucking cares about the car, you almost died you dumb brain!’, My inner thoughts was fighting with me again.

Was it just one car, cause I was seeing there identical cars with white headlights.

The driver got out of the car, he was hefty looking, big shoulders and nice beards, black hair and in all black.

‘Maybe he is a bodybuilder?’, Who cares.

He kept yelling at me in a language I couldn’t understand, he looked really really angry.

Why was he angry? I was the one who almost got killed! I should be angry at him.

“… Fuck off little girl!!”, he finally said in English, more like it.

“I’m not… I’m not a little girl yunno?”, I managed to say.

If I was sober and in my right mind, I would have ran like a scared little rat, but the alcohol has taken over me.

“Huh?”, He asked.

I was about to answer him when someone came out of the back seat of his car and spoke the same language he was speaking.

I couldn’t see the person’s face because the headlight was to bright and blinding but I can swear I felt my heart race.

“Okay boss”, The driver replied and left me there.

He got into his car and zoomed off, my eyes followed the car as it pass my into the main road.

I snapped out of it and got myself a cab straight home.

***

I paid the cab driver and came out of the cab, stumbling my way to the door.

My dad wasn’t home yet, I got the key from the flower pot just by the corridor and inserting it into the key hole was another issue.

“Yes!”, After several tries, I got it.

I closed the door, dropped my heels by the entrance and went to the fridge for a drink.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and drank all in one go, I put another one and drank it all again.

I put the jug back into the refrigerator, I closed it and that’s when I noticed the little sticky note dad must have left for me.

[Don’t sleep on an empty stomach, I left mac and cheese for you in the fridge… Love you ?]

I smiled.

My dad knows just what I need without even trying, I love him so much, even though he isn’t my birth father, I still adore him.

I ate what’s left of the mac and cheese, I seriously didn’t have any appetite after all what happened today, but I needed to eat it for my dad.

I checked the time when I got into my room and it was 9:27pm, ‘Papa must be working late today’, I thought.

Days like this, he would come back home by midnight.

I didn’t bother showering or taking off my dress, I hopped in bed thinking about the events of the day.

‘Where did I actually go wrong?’, I asked myself.

I’ve been a good best friend and girlfriend, I treated Olivia like my blood sister, I’ve loved Troy like no one else.

Then why did they betray me? We does it have to be them?

‘Betrayers have no reason to betray someone, you were just the only one thinking you were friends’, My inner thoughts said and she was right.

Olivia never considered me a friend that’s why she could do this and she didn’t feel any remorse.

I promised myself this was the last I would cry, I need to be strong to be able to move, but right now, I cried myself to sleep and I had a nightmare.

A nightmare that might become my reality.

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