ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.

“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.

Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.

I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed.

As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him.

“What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.

“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.

“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Si, you.” He hisses.

She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face.

“You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.

Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk