I peel myself away from the guy, searching for Téa.
She's leaning over the bar, about to snag a bottle while the bartender is busy flirting with a man on the other side.
"I'm going back to my room." I brush my hand against Téa's lower back to get her attention. "You coming, or are you going to stay here for a while?"
She snags the bottle and turns her back to the bar. "Gonna stay a bit, I think. Met a guy. Huge dick."
Snorting, I shake my head and give her a quick peck on the cheek before turning and heading for the door. I wait for a little bit before slipping outside, looking around for the bodyguards.
They're moving from bar to club at the other end of the street, looking exhausted as the night gets even darker.
I head in the opposite direction, back to my room.
As soon as the door shuts behind me, my phone is ringing. It's like Aiden has a damn tracker planted in me. I'd think he would, but I've had someone look for one every month for the last three years.
I don't trust Aiden to not be overbearing.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aiden snaps as soon as I answer the call.
I scoff and lean against the dresser, staring out the window at the lights of the city. "I could ask you the same thing. You told me I could come here and have fun without you butting into my life."
"And you told me you weren't going to go wild, but I'm getting calls about you drunk and dancing on tables."
"First of all, it's tequila. You drink it too. Second, I was having fun. It's not like I'm shooting up a nightclub in the name of getting back at the Rinaldos. Oh, wait, that was you who did that. You shot up the fucking club last week, and now you're taking out your paranoid behavior on me."
The other end of the call is silent for a second, other than his annoyed sigh. "You think this is taking it out on you? I'm trying to keep you alive. I'm trying to make sure nothing happens to you. Or have you forgotten everything that has happened to the rest of this family?"
"Because you killed Noah's father, and now he's trying to get revenge. And then you both turned this into some huge fucking war because you think you need to play a game of whose dick is bigger."
"Are you done yet?" Something slams in the background. It sounds like his hand on his desk, but I could be wrong.
"Maybe." I don't like being angry. It's not me, but there's something about this whole thing that pisses me off.
He scoffs. "I'm not going to have this argument. I told you that you could go on this trip as long as you behaved, and so far the reports have been that you keep ditching the people I sent to keep an eye on you."
"Gee, Aiden, I wonder why a twenty-five-year-old woman doesn't want to be followed around by a bunch of men. Maybe it's because I'm too old to need a babysitter, but you don't want to hear that."
"I'm not going to keep doing this with you, Sum, either?—"
"You're right, you're not. Either you're going to tell the bodyguards to back off, or I'm going to get lost and stay lost."
"You think it's that easy? You're behaving like a spoiled brat right now," he shouts, something else shattering.
"And you're behaving like a manchild who needs to get his shit together and deal with his control issues. I mean, how the hell are you going to end all this fucking shit if you're worried about what I'm doing?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Like hell it isn't!" I push off the dresser and pace over to the window, looking at the people roaming the streets and the vintage cars cruising up and down the roads.
They all have it far more peaceful than I do. They don't have to worry about their careers being over before they've really started because their brothers and sisters did something stupid that could get them thrown in jail for the rest of their lives.
Aiden sighs, letting out one deep breath after another. "I'm not going to tell them to back off when Noah is out there looking for every chance to take our family down."
"He's not in Miami. I talked to Royce, and he said Noah was spotted in New York this morning, which means you're making my life hell for no reason. Now, either tell the bodyguards to get lost, or you won't see me again."
I end the call without another word, ignoring it when it starts to ring again. All I need right now is to get comfortable for the night and try to relax, so I set the phone on the dresser and head straight for the dark and moody bathroom with the massaging showerhead. Maybe it can work out the stress since I didn't bring that guy back to my room.
The second I get out of the dress and heels, I'm in the shower, trying to scrub the sweat and glitter from my skin.