SetMeFree
Free Spirit
Mateo stretched out on his bed, grunting and wiggling around. It was nearly five pm. He'd slept the day away and he couldn't care less. Work had been hard last night, there were some people that needed... taking care of. He and his boys had had to ambush said people around midnight and they'd put up a good fight though in the end they lost. Had they not fought back, there would have been less mess to clean up but that was not the case. Due to their diligence when it came to not getting caught, Matt and his crew didn't roll into their beds until around six in the morning.SelisaMaslan said:"One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight." The sharpness of Madame Ana echoed throughout the large studio as she walked slowly examining each dancers form. Aria kept on pointe during the piques, following the count like God himself was teaching the class. They had been there for the past 7 hours and the sun was starting to set over the tall buildings.
"Good but you can do better." She wasn't upset by the comment that her instructor gave her. Madame Ana was a strict, Russian woman who had studied at Vaganova and danced with the Mariisky Ballet Company. If anyone knew perfection within this form of dance, it was her. "That is enough for today, ladies. Class tomorrow at 2 P.M Do not be late." She clicked the classical tempo off and the other girls ran for their gym bags and escaped as soon as they could. Aria took the time to untie her point shoes and stretch before finally picking up her small duffel bag and walking out of the studio. She reached into it and fished around until her hand felt her phone. She had 10 missed calls and and a handful of texts, most of which were from Ally
'Hardwire tonight. Be ready by 9. Not taking no for an answer!" Aria sighed, typing back a quick 'Okay.' before throwing her bag in the passeger seat and starting the car.
The clock read 8 P.M when she reached the round driveway of the DiDonato home. She ran inside, giving her brothers a quick hello and going straight to her room. By the time she had taken a shower and gotten dressed it was 15 til and she felt presentable. The strapless, black dress she wore clung tightly to her body and fell just before her knees. She gave her hair a small curl and lined her bottom eyelids with black as her cousin barged in.
"Are you ready?" Ally's face appeared in the mirror behind Ari. She nodded her head and ran the mascara up the length of her eyelashes one more time. She hardly had time to get her handbag before Ally was tugging her out of the house and into her black BMW. "It's throwback night, girl, all the gangsters are gonna be there." Her cousin had a coy smile on her face as she started the car and peeled out of the driveway, heading straight for the club. It wasn't a long drive but it was long enough for Aria to get tired of the same dubstep beat that Ally kept repeating. She was thankful when the car was parked and they were able to exit, making their way towards the muffled music that seemed to make the whole building shake. "Ciao, Georgio." Her cousin kissed the bouncer on both sides of the cheek and pulled Aria by the arm into the nightclub. It was crowded, the mass of people bobbed to the beat of the song that was on, but Aria didn't mind. They loved getting as far in the middle as possible and losing themselves within the hundreds of bodies that swayed in different directions. She took a deep breath and left Ally at the bar, twisting and moving to the new song that boomed in the small space.
He stumbled out of bed and headed for the kitchen, it seemed that he was alone in the house for now, which was a relief. He didn't want to have to explain to his mother why he'd come home so late. He hated disappointing her but she knew as well as he did that he was only in the L/C because he was protecting the family.
In the fridge there was a burrito on a paper plate with a note folded over it.
Cuídate hijo. Te amo -Tu mama
He smiled as he took the note off the plate which he'd moved to the microwave. "I'm always careful, ma. Don't worry." Pushing the buttons and closing the door to the microwave, he circled the kitchen, waiting for his food to be warm. The moment it 'dinged' he was all over it, like a buzzard on a fresh kill. Unsurprisingly, it was gone in a matter of minutes, that plate was in the trash and he was halfway to his room.
He knew he was supposed to meet his friends at the club at nine, so he hopped in the shower real quick. He needed it, he smelled like death, both literally and figuratively. Once Mateo was satisfied that he was clean, he walked to his room and slid into some clothes which consisted of a pair of jeans, a white v-neck that accentuated his muscles, his black leather motorcycle jacket and his motorcycle boots. After checking himself out in the mirror, he shook out his hair then rolled up a red and black bandana and tied it right around his hairline. Matt was always flying colors.
Keys in hand, he headed out the door, knowing he would be just on time to meet his buddies. When he arrived, he parked his Ducati as far away as possible to keep her safe. In the line to get in, he meet up with the gang, Armando, Gabe, Juan and Pedro. The five of them were more than intimidating which worked to their advantage, as they were very quickly let into the chaos that was the club.
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