Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXXI

- I know, I know. Fabrizzio insisted on us being early because he said that this show was going to be different from what we had seen before.

I sent him a questioning look.

- I don't know what he meant. He didn't want to tell any of us what he meant. He just said that we should be happy and that's pretty much it.

- Did he at least tell you the theme of the event? Events like this always have a specific theme. I doubt they would gather such a mass of people just for the sake of being. There has to be a purpose.

- Pearl, I'm sure there is. He didn't say anything, but after all, as our manager and producer, he wouldn't push us into any weak offer. Besides, the stakes are very attractive

- Oh come on. Money is not everything. - I said turning the phone in my fingers.

Damiano gave me an amused look.

- It's strange to hear that from your mouth, you love money Lili. - he said, focusing his eyes on the road again. - Besides, I have someone to spend it on.

It's true. Money is important to me, and very important, but it is not the most important thing in life. The most important thing for me is to surround myself with valuable people and to be healthy. The rest are secondary things. It is said that money does not bring happiness. Of course it does. But what good is a lot of money if I have no one to share my joy with?

- You love money too. Except that you made it all by yourself, and I had it a little easier because my parents helped me.

- It's not a bad thing, after all. We are both at a good point in our lives. We are recognized in certain circles, we have money and most importantly we have each other. - He said and took my hand, which he quickly kissed.

- I didn't say it was a bad thing. Rather, I was simply stating a fact, a state of affairs. - I shrugged my shoulders.

I grunted and looked at the view outside the window. We were just passing by the Coliseum and I was immediately reminded of that stupid bet I had to lose, of course. I thought just running around the Coliseum was punishment, but running from the police was even more humiliating.

I shuddered and turned my head slightly as if to chase away a thought that had popped into my head.

Of course, this did not escape the attention of Damiano, who jokingly asked.

- What, you want to run again? - he laughed under his breath.

- Fuck off. - I bit back and showed him my tongue.

- Lilith's vocabulary. Because I'm going to have to cut your tongue out, and I'd rather not do that to you. - He said while tapping out an uneven rhythm on the steering wheel.

I pressed my lips into a thin line to keep from bursting into laughter. He's so funny sometimes, really....

- Said the guy who literally sings about how he'll fuck you so hard you'll cry.... - I whined and coughed ostentatiously. - Not that I know anything about it, not that I've experienced it. Besides, my tongue is too useful for you to say goodbye to it.

I smirked in the air pleased with myself.

We stopped in the parking lot behind the club. Vic's car was parked here, so presumably the rest of the boys had taken off with her. That meant that not enough of Damiano would be listening to my whining about how we were late, but also how Vic was a hopeless driver.

It took us a while to get to the right place, because the building is huge: it has three floors and each floor contains 500 square meters of space for dancing. Add to that a place for a bar, a smoking area and a VIP lounge. I must admit, the building makes a huge impression. This is my first time here, because despite good reviews the huge queues always discouraged me. Maybe if I was a bigger party person I would sacrifice myself and wait.