Runaways

Ch11- Wasted Part I

R-M

Warnings: Mention of drugs, adult situations, language, possible trigger themes

For anyone still following, please Enjoy! Ps excuse the errors. I'm gonna have to re-edit this.


Good guys bad guys
Doesn't really matter
Punch drunk, high on junk
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at


A gift box from Mason sat in her closet with a large bow on it. Bonnie ripped the tag off and threw it away, and hid the card from Mason before even reading it, in her clutch. When she finished showering, she heard her phone vibrating on the countertop. She answered it to an irate best friend.

"Bon, I'm sitting here with a huge tear in my dress. I have no fucking back up!" Caroline yelled hysterical on the phone. "I took weeks to find this dress."

"WIt. Wait. Take it back two steps. What exactly happened?"

"So... Stefan gave me a fucking lecture about it being too short. He said something about not making him look bad. Dressing like a whore... blah blah blah."

"Care, improvise. We can figure something out. Where's he now, I'll talk to him?"

"No. Fuck no. You won't talk to him. I won't improvise."

Bonnie sighed, breathing slowly as she stood in the large bathroom of the hotel room. She'd kept trying to calm a hysterical Caroline down, who was over her husband less than twenty-four hours after he'd arrived. She held her phone in one hand and used the other to smack her forehead, holding her head in a stressful state. "Babe, come to my room, I'm sure I have an extra dress."

"Okay. I'm coming. Let Sal know, so he's not surprised."

"He's still sleeping."

"Okay. Be right there."

They hung up and Bonnie walked from the bathroom headed to let Damon know Caroline was on her way, but when she walked into the bedroom after getting out of her shower, she saw he wasn't in bed. She searched the room. He was gone. He snick out while she showered. "What the fuck?" She dialed his number... twice. No answer. "Son-of-bitch." She tossed her cell phone into the wall, and grabbed her hair in frustration. "Aahhhhhhhh." She yelled.

She stopped bothering to wonder if he'd have a reasonable excuse anymore. It was always money.

It wasn't long before a knock at her door interrupted her anger. She had to rinse her face off to hide her emotions. It was easier to pretend she was fine, as opposed to feel like she was dealing with as much shit as Caroline was. And she liked to hold it together, for Caroline. Bonnie was usually the level headed one. The ying to Caroline's yang. And vice verse.

Four years ago she was scamming rich men and getting by. Now, she's exactly what she was always afraid of. A woman, stuck in a life, she had no control over. It was high school all over again.

...

She opened the door to an irate blonde. "Come on, let's get you dressed."

"He's such a bitch sometimes. I fucking swear. I mean, me a whore? I've been with you for four, almost five fucking years. Give me a break. I don't disappear to the fucking Friday night meetings, where the strippers fucking give you lap dances, and head."

"Head?"

"I talk to 2Time."

"Tyler told you that?"

"No. But, unfortunately... he's a man, and I've studied him long enough to know when he's lying. And when I asked him about Stefan's activities at the fucking club, he stutters, like an idiot, and blinks a lot and says, 'I can't tell you what goes on there. But you have nothin to worry about.' In that stupid thick Jersey accent he has."

Bonnie put out a red dress, a black dress and a gold dress. "Imagine that? Asking your side-dick, if your husband is cheating?"

"That gold dress is hot. Short enough to piss him off, but long enough to keep my lady ass concealed."

"Honestly. Red fits you best of the three colors."

"Yeah. But... I don't have shoes to go with the red."

"You just want to piss Stefan off."

"So, if I do."

"Babe, he's hot tempered. It won't end well." Caroline rolled her eyes. "And I know, you can handle his shit, but I'm just asking you to think of the deal with Rossi we just made two days ago. He'll be there tonight. Lily isn't here to keep our heads straight. Or to check the boys. We only have each other."

Lily was the most mother they'd both ever had. She was loyal to them over her own sons at times. Lily simply felt alone a lot of the years her boys were so busy trying to make a name for themselves. Salvatore men, were notorious for being power hungry, to the point it drove them into the life deeper and deeper.

"Fine. I'll wear the red." Caroline rolled her eyes again, but knowing Bonnie made a point. "What will you wear?"

"I have another dress in the closet. It's, nude."

"Wow. It's New Years. Don't you want to be sparkly and pretty? What's the point in these extra dresses, with sparkles if you're wearing nude?"

"Wait til you see it." Eyes widen in shock and Caroline grins wickedly.

"Good. I know Sal loves you in black or red. But I'm digging the rebellion."

"I wasn't gonna wear it. But, I got out of the shower and he wasn't here, and he's not answering his phone. So..." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders hopelessly.

"Babe, I'm sor-"

"Don't be sorry for him. He's a big fuckin boy." Her gone was unapologetic, with an undertone of anger.

"Okay. Well... Stef is gone too. So, I guess I'll get ready and I'll meet you at the elevators in a couple hours?"

"Okay."

...

Damon sat in a room puffing a cigar. Regina stood behind him. The business she brought him, amped him up to make more and more money. Her connections were steady comin in for him, and she knew people who were made of money. High rollers from low places. One in particular, Mr. Gold. A man, who's mysterious business tactics, had him highly feared and respected in the porn industry. He worked with Regina, based on his relationship with her mother, years back. She was like a daughter to him.

"This is pure. I feel the crystals tingling in my veins as we speak."

"I only get the best shit."

"Columbia or Cuba?"

Damon gave a half nod and a shoulder shrug. "Just know, it's legit as fuck."

"Gold, Sal has been in the game for as long as I can remember. The Salvatore's own Miami through and through. Not just Dade or South Beach. Deep connections at every port. His blood runs white."

"White with need, red with fury, green with greed." The older man spoke, insinuating Damon's Italian American roots.

"All facts."

"Whatever nursery rhyme you wanna give it." Regina cackled.

"I basically shoot this shit out of my dick, it's as pure as my seed. And trust me, my son is pure as as it gets. So, fuck yeah, it's pure. I'd bet my wife's entire lifestyle on it."

Regina rolled her eye at Bonnie's mention.

Damon felt his phone buzz a couple times, in his jacket pocket ignoring it. He knew it was his wife, but he was in the middle of a big deal. "Sounds, like some serious shit."

"What do you say?"

"Alright. Let's play with some numbers Reggie. And you can get back to Sal when we've settled."

In all her beauty and flawlessness, she still had the most underhanded smile. "Excellent." She winked at Damon, and walked towards Mr. Gold before he exited. But not before Damon grabbed her by the arm. "Hey, ease up, Sal." She whispered.

"I told you no business this weekend. I told you I was spending it with my lady."

The smile turned to a scowl within seconds. "Let me tell you something, SAL!" Short pause, "I make you the money, to give HER a life. I..." she pointed to herself, "help you afford her entire lifestyle. And I do more for you than she ever has, OR CAN. So technically, you need to be fucking thanking me, and having her thank me too."

"You, think your slick?" His pronounced jawline ticked in frustration. "Trying to keep me from her? But you already know, you and I won't repeat the past."

"Scared she'll find out how we used to fuck all over my mansion? How I let you fuck me at the Stardust every fucking time you had a family meeting?"

He squeezed the grip on her arm. "That was before I met her."

"Does she know?"

"Don't worry about it. You and I... are just business."

"I taught you everything you know. Does she know I showed you where the G-spot is? And how to make a woman cum?" The two sets of eyes were frozen angrily on each other. But his temples throbbed hard. "Then don't test me. Because I can surely ruin your picture perfect marriage."

"Then you'd have to tell my ma. You know, the woman you grew up with? Reggie, I'm sure you don't want those kind of problems with Lily. We both know she's a wild one."

After snatching her arm away from him she reminded him, "I make your money. I afford you, your happy wife happy life facade. I can always take it away. Just like I had her father's life taken in prison."

At the moment he wanted to slam her against a wall, and threaten to slit her throat. But, the key to a fortune sat a room over, ready to make Damon a lot of money. Instead he made the smart decision to leave, and get to his car.

"FUCK!" He slammed both fists into the steering wheel. No matter how awful her father was, he couldn't let her know he put a hit out on her father, the Senator while he was in prison. The stress was getting to him. He pulled a bag out of his pocket, stuck his finger inside, and pulled out the quickest way to calm down. He sniffed the small cluster of finely cut substance. One hard sniff to ease his mind. A second one to calm him down.

...

"You look beautiful."

"Pft. Thanks, I guess."

"Baby, I needed to cool off."

"Stefan... I am not cool with you tearing up my Versace dress. You can fuck yourself."

"I'd rather fuck-"

"Don't, finish that sentence. I'm not fucking you tonight." She threatened. "In fact, you can keep your dick as far away from me as possible."

He didn't even try fight for her, he just gave up, with a purpose to be an asshole. "Fuck it. What's new?" He stepped into the bathroom removing his clothes, one layer at a time, to shower.

"It's ten, the party started two hours ago. I'm meeting Bonnie." He didn't say anything, because he knew she was frustrated, and the more he ignored her the angrier she got. It worked, he pissed off, forcing her to march angrier to Bonnie's room, before calling her.

...

"Care, I thought you'd call."

"Sorry. I need the gold dress." Bonnie didn't even argue. She had her robe on nod her hair up in full curls, all to one side of her face, leaving the whole left side of her neck exposed, which she'd gotten a small tattoo behind her ear of the Roman numerals for her son Bennett's birthday.

"Okay."

Bonnie walked to the closet, and pulled the dress off the wooden hanger and handed it to her. It was no bigger than a lamp shade. Lily bought it for Bonnie, but secretly, Bonnie knew she'd never wear it. The neck was high, but it was backless and covered in gold and clear rhinestones. It stopped just below Carolines backside, and it showcased her entire back to the small hump of her butt.

After helping her squeeze into it, she realized it was shorter on Caroline, who had a longer torso than Bonnie. "Hell yeah. I love it."

"Gold actually looks really good against your skin, I was wrong."

"Now, I just need to let my hair down."

"No. Pin it up. You will look like a thot if you wear it down with all that skin. An upstyle will keep it classy and sexy with a hint of trashy." Bonnie smirked and proceeded to help Caroline pin her hair up. Then she wiped the red lipstick off her face, and gave her a pastel rose petal color. Bonnie glossed her skin over with a little golden-toned bronzer.

Bonnie casually slid her robe off and underneath was a form-fitting nude colored dress. A strapless dress, showcasing her skin perfectly, Bonnie's shade of nude. Perfectly fitted from the breast to the knees.

"Oh, my God. You... are wearing that?"

"I am." Caroline swallowed hard. She was used to upsetting Stefan purposely, even wearing small clothes from time to time. But since they stopped hustling in the streets, Bonnie had kept it rather clean for the sake of the Salvatore temper. But tonight, it seemed as though she was poking the bear with her choice of dress. Casually glaming the matte, nude color up with some Black stilettos and a gold necklace with black diamonds on it, Damon gifted her with for her twenty-second birthday. This whole look had Caroline nervous.

"Bon-"

"Stop. It's my body. I can wear what I want. He likes black. I added the necklace and the stilettos."

"Okay. You think there will be chaos tonight?"

"Nah. They won't even allow the family to think they're losing control of their wives." Bonnie adjusted her almost impossible to adjust skin tight out fit in the mirror. Every curve was highlighted, and Bonnie had... every curve.

"You sure?"

"Let's go."

By the time they made it to the elevator Lucky was coming up. He shocked her by being inside when it opened. "Mase... what are you doing here?"

"Sal is running late. He asked me to-"

"Running late? Where the hell is he? We were supposed to go together. For once we were supposed to show up at the same place together." He felt the frustration in her tone and reached for her shoulder, until she pulled away.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be." Caroline said. "Let's get out of here." Lucky held the elevator opened and assisted them both inside. Salvatore Princessas is what they'd become known as in the family. But being apart of this family was starting to have its downfalls.

...

Stefan's phone rang while he was doing his hair. He was notorious, for being vain and copiously occupied with the perfection of his hair and face. "Yo."

"Where's Bambina?"

"I'm guessing she's calming my wife."

"I'm calling her phone and nothing."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Call Blondie and find out. Fottuto idiota!"

"Where the fuck are you?"

"On my way back from a deal."

Stefan looked at his phone, realizing his brother's mistake. He knew Damon promised no business this weekend. He knew Bonnie was adamant about it, and wanted Damon all to her self for once. It had been so long since they had any time together. Damon was making deals all the time, working and profiting in some way. Even on Benny's first birthday, he managed to slip away for a couple of hours. Bonnie was getting more and more fed up. The whole family felt it. Even if she thought she was concealing it, she was not good at hiding her emotions. She wore her anger on her sleeve.

"Sono un idiota? Think again. Maybe my wife is calming your wife, on second thought. I'm headed out now. I guess I'll see you there."

Damon knew he was fucked. "Bye." Damon hung up the phone and yanked his own hair in frustration throwing his phone in the SUV. He and Bonnie threw similar fits of rage. Both were quiet storms, until they exploded. One a tsunami, and the other a hurricane. Two storms which rarely crossed paths. But always on the verge. "Gino, sprigati. Per favore."

...

Caroline and Bonnie each grabbed a second helping to champagne. This was the first time they'd been around so much of the family without Lily as back up. It was nerve wrecking not understanding how everyone truly felt about them. Too many eyes on them from random men, and women alike. Some familiar faces among the crowd. Mr. Rossi, his goons. Isobel was spotted somewhere but quickly disappeared. Then Mason was there with Faye, Tyler would soon show up with Vicky, but had yet to make an appearance. And surprise surprise, out of nowhere Giuseppe Salvatore. He should've been home with Lily and the grandsons. Lorenzo was there, sans Jelena. Zack Salvatore, Damon's Uncle was there. And somewhere in the distance, Regina showed up and kept respectful distance from Bonnie.

"Lorenzo, and his guys just showed up."

"Take it he and Jelena are finally done."

"Pft. I don't care." Bonnie scoffed. She was too busy realizing Giuseppe was present, and friendly with multiple women around him. She didn't want to bring it to Caroline's attention, but she looked so bothered Caroline took note at what captured her eyes sight.

"Why is he here?"

"You know why?" Bonnie sipped again. "He leaves Lily all the time. I'm sure she's not complaining. Julian is nowhere in sight tonight. I'm sure he's playing grandpa to our boys, and daddy to Lily while Giuseppe is here." Both rolled their eyes. Their father in law said little to them on a good day. And he managed to keep Damon and Stefan so busy, they were barely in town.

Damon, the man in Miami? Suddenly was making rounds to New York, New Jersey, Maine, and California.

"It's all totally fucked, right? No one is faithful to no one in the family. I mean the family is loyal to family. But no relationship is sacred in this life. Except, you and Sal." Caroline admired Damon and Bonnie for their efforts to remain faithful to each other, even when she and Stefan cheated on each other. But, Bonnie couldn't handle that comment. Damon was gone so much she didn't know what to think anymore. And for a while, Regina was a prime target on her list of women not to trust. Which is why she went after Stardust slowly, but surely, formulating he down plan to take Regina down.

"What's faithfulness, to a marriage that barely exists? Giuseppe cheats on Lily. And even though she loves him... she cheats on him too. But she'd never have cheated, if he didn't become the selfish bastard he is."

Caroline notice Bonnie becoming visually distraught. "Hey, we knew this from the beginning. I'm more worried about the way he stares at us. Don't you find his stares disturbing?" Bonnie still stare into nothingness. "Bon... Bon!"

Bonnie snapped out of it. "What?"

"So you ever notice how Giuseppe just... stares sometimes?"

"Care, if I tell you something will you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Of course."

"I'm serious. It could create an big fucking problem." Bonnie said.

"Of course. What?"

"Giuseppe kissed me." Bonnie whispered.

Caroline rolled her eyes, and started to laugh. "Pffffttt! Oh my God. Babe... stop it!" She kept laughing, and Bonnie didn't laugh back, forcing Caroline to take pause. "Wait, Bon... you serious? When?"

"Remember the time I had to cram for an exam, and I needed Damon to watch Benny? But Giuseppe sent him on a run. I thought I'd fail, because I didn't sleep that night?"

"Yeah."

"He walked in on me breast feeding Benny. He just kept crying and kept crying, but I'd fallen asleep. Too exhausted to stay awake. Lily had taken you and Pauly to the Emergancy room. Well... I woke up and he was standing above me, holding Benny."

"How'd he get in your and Damon's room?"

"I don't know. But, I jumped up... apologizing. I don't even know why I was apologizing. Because truthfully, I was afraid of being home alone with him. I grabbed the baby, and he told me he thought he was hungry, and left the room. I thought that was that. So... like later that night, Benny woke up again. I sat up and fed him. And I felt this weird fucking feeling like I was being watched. And I looked up and Giuseppe was standing in the door way watching me breast feed Benny."

"Foul as fuck! BONNIE!"

"Shh."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"A lot was going on at the time. Little Paul kept getting sick. Stefan was working so much to make money, because the medical bills. Damon, was pushing to help out, and Giuseppe was always there when Damon wasn't. If I mentioned anything, it would've changed everything. I mean I was a new mom. I needed you and Lily. My husband. We were a family. I didn't want to mess that up. So... anyway, when I saw him, he tried to act like he didn't know what was going on. So, I acted like it never happened."

"What about the kiss?"

Bonnie sighed, grabbing a new glass of champagne. "So, a few weeks later, thinking we were past it, when in gotten out of the shower, I heard Benny crying in his crib over the monitor. I ran to him, in my towel. He was in the room with him again. But this time, he called my name. 'Bambina!' He said. It was twisted ya know. He said it like Damon. Then he told me I was a good mom, but I could be better if I dropped out of school. He said I'd have more energy if I slept more. I'd sleep more if I was home more. He told me to let my husband make the money, and focus on raising my son."

"Eww, he told me that too."

"I didn't say a word. I grabbed my son, and put him back to sleep. He never left the room. He just stood watching me. So, I said, 'Lily should be home any minute.' But he just stood there, staring at me in my towel. I headed out of the room back to the bathroom, and he grabbed me. He must've felt he offended me, because he kissed me and I pushed him off. That's when he said. 'I couldn't help myself. It meant nothing, No one needs to know.' I don't want to remember it. It was creepy."

"Bon, don't let history repeat itself."

"What?"

"Don't let Giuseppe become Lucien. Okay?"

"Totally different okay, Care. Lucien was a monster. What he did and what Giuseppe did were different. I'm not going to ruin everything, over his stupid mistake."

"Bon-"

"No, Care. You don't know what it felt like. When he whispered those words, it was almost like a threat. I wanted to tell Damon, but... it was Giuseppe's eyes, and his tone. It was frightening. And ever since then I make sure he and I are never alone together. Ever! And you can't ever be alone with him, either! Okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise me!"

"I promise. But, we should tell Lily!"

"I don't want to tell Lily, what if she doesn't believe me? It could ruin the only relationship with a mother we have. Benny's Nana. So, I'm telling you now. I needed to get it off my chest. It's been fucking me up inside."

"You did nothing wrong Bonnie. He did."

"No, I did. I was wrong for taking a shower, while my son slept." The moment softened too much for Bonnie. She looked across the room at Giuseppe, who should've been at home with his wife. But was instead here.

"You know-"

"I won't talk about this again, okay. So drop it."

"Fine. For now. Besides, I know Damon... your husband is your main concern right now."

"Husband? Pft. My son is my main concern. Marriage in this family is a joke. I just.. don't know how to feel about this life somedays."

"Didn't you have a good day with him yesterday and today?"

Bonnie nodded her head. "Then he disappeared as per his usual. I'm so fucking over it, Caroline."

"We knew what we were getting into. Not the Giuseppe part. But, with the guys."

"Did we? Because I left one dysfunction. Why should Benny be subjected to it?"

"Girls like us will never, escape the life. Even before we left home. Sure we grew up in white collar privilege, of an uppity town. But it wasn't much different than this life. The same type people, camouflaged as lawyers, judges, teachers, cops, etc. We've been scamming our way through life for a while. This is the most settle we've been."

"I know. And I love it somedays." Bonnie offered a sympathetic glance before chugging her drink. Quickly enough she had to wipe her chin from a spill. Thats when Caroline spotted Tyler and Vicky.

"Damn! She is really pretty."

"Pft. No she isn't. I mean, if your into the whole chesty look." Bonnie said.

"They are Italian men. They love the chesty look."

"Dooooollllllls." They heard from behind them. The most recognizable thick, east coast, jersey accent. Each turning slowly.

"Isobel!"

"Loooooooviiieeees. Howareya!" Her vocabulary of words tended to bleed into each other, more and more as she got older. While Damon and Stefan spoke like two Italians in Miami. A mixture of hood, wap, and oldschool. Wrapped into one, oddly, and unique sound that only the two of them had.

"Good. How are you?"

"Great. You know me. All these men, and little ole, me. Whatsa girltado?" Adjusting her breast to the highest form of flattery, and making sure the display is smooth ivory perfection. "Speakin' of- I know that hot piece of ass Marcel should be here tonight. He comes to these big functions. And we usually get it in, at least twice."

Bonnie scoffed. "Marcel Gerard is coming?"

"Logistics baby, he's always here, running numbers. I'm sure your marito told you. After all that's his main guy."

Bonnie remained quiet. There was never a time, Marcel came around and he and Damon didn't talk numbers, and deals. Caroline looked over and saw Bonnie rubbing her wrist again. Her anxiety was coming back. She'd managed to control it for years, but lately it was hitting her hard again. She tried to conceal it, but, Caroline always felt Bonnie tense up.

"Anyway, Isobel, you talk to Lily today?"

"I did. She was with the boys at the park."

"Park?"

"Relax bambina, Jules was around too. Lily loves those boys. Benny and Pauly are spoiled rotten." Caroline was turning her attention back to Tyler and Vicky, and Bonnie was quietly waiting for the return of the champagne waiter. "Oh, there he is. Bambina, Blondie...I'll see you guys in a bit. I need a quickie before I really get to drinking. It's been a few weeks, momma's pretty tight. Til I get that alcohol in me. Muscles relax too much. Ya know?" She asked with a squinted eye.

"What's that mean?"

"It means, don't eeeeevvvveeer stop doin your kegels. Kegels are a girl's best friend." She paused watching them, waiting for the unexpected giggle. "There it is. I knew I could pull it out of yous."

"Ahh, leave it to Isobel, to make us think about crazy shit." Caroline wiped a joyful tear from her eyes, as she and Bonnie's laughs came to a quiet haunt.

"I'm heading to the restroom, you need to go?"

"Nah, I need to grab more champagne for us. Meet me back here in about five minutes?" Caroline asked.

"Okay." Bonnie headed off to the bathroom and once inside she checked her bronze glow. She knew her face needed to be perfection tonight. Selling the illusion that she was unbothered. Rubbing her silhouette down, and checking for the correct amount of objectification of her own curves tonight. A knock at the door sounded. "Just a minute."

"Cherie." A man's voice called out. The only man who called her that anymore was Lucky. If not a business acquaintance.

She cracked the door open. "Lucky?" He bombarded his way inside, gently moving her. "What the hell, you're gonna get us killed?"

"What do you think you're doing tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? This dress. You wore it... considering?"

"I like it." She snapped. But he was quick to turn her frowns upside down. He turned her against the door, and looked at her. "Lucky, I'm forreal, we can't be in here together. What the hell is wrong with-"

"We both know why you wore it."

His hands held her shoulders, while her hands attempted to pushed him backwards. "Don't read too far into this. It's just a dress. And I like it. That's it."

"Okay. Keep telling yourself that."

(Knock knock)

Bonnie's heart started jumping in her chest. Her breathing changed, and she felt his presence. Someone was outside of the bathroom door, and she was trapped inside with Mason, questioning about her outfit. "Just a minute."

"Bambina. I need to talk to you."

The beating and thumping grew harder and faster. The last person she needed outside of that door was her husband whom she was angry with, but it would all not mean anything if he found her locked in the bathroom with his cousin.

"Bambi!"

"I'll be out."

"Ma'ma, open the fuckin, door."

"How dare you demand shit from me. Stay away from me tonight!" She yelled.

"Okay, we are doing this? I'm gonna break the fucking door down, if you don't open it." She could tell he spoke through gritted teeth. She and Mason made eye contact, and she knew this was the day her husband would face his worst fear. Bonnie looked at the large cabinet in the bathroom, then back at Mason.

"No." He whispered. "I am not crawling in that fucking thing."

"So, you're ready to die?" Her whispers almost turned to tears when she heard her husband bang on the door.

"Bambi!"

"Please." She pleaded into his ear. His face was red and his veins were bursting at his temples. She opened the cabinet, and he got down and crawled inside almost unable to make his large body fit. When she closed the cabinet door quietly, she walked to the restroom door to open it. Once again, the body of a man barged its way inside. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop."

"No... baby, I'm sorry. I know I should've told you, but I had it under control, I knew I'd be back, within a reason-"

"I don't want to hear it. Let's just get the fuck out of the bathroom." She rushed.

"No, I'm trying to have a private moment with my wife. The fucking place is crowded out there."

"But I don't want to talk now."

"Tough shit. This deal I made, is good for us."

"You hear yourself, baby?"

"I do. I'm making moves."

"You promised no business. YOU! You said. You promised me!" Damon walked towards his wife, with his arms out apologetically. But when she swung his hands away form her, he couldn't handle it. "You never keep your promises."

"I do what I do for you!" He punched the wall, upsetting her more.

"Don't give me that fuckery Sal." She didn't call him Sal unless she was angry at him. "Non stronzarmi ! Per me e Benny!"

"Bambi, don't-"

SLAP!

Her small hand stung, forcing him to crack his jaw, impatiently, restraining himself. "You lost your fucking mind! Hitting me? Tuo Marito! We are going back to the room, right fuckin now." He pointed his finger to the ground, trying to show authority.

"No!" She yelled.

"No?" He questioned in shock.

"No! I'm here. But feel free to disappear. You're good at that."

"Woman, I will drag you!"

"In front of the family? Everyone!"

He grit his teeth forcefully, balling his fists wanting to destroy the bathroom. He walked to her and cornered her, whispering "Amore mio, provami!"

Bonnie was slightly shaken. That look in his eyes was serious. She didn't need to provoke him, because she didn't want it provoking Mason. She held her breath when he stood in her face. It wasn't until something broke tension she started breathing again.

(Knock knock)

"Bon, it's me. You okay?"

She took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm good."

"I got our champagne." She looked harshly at her husband and back at the door. When she headed to open it, she casually let her husband out. He shook his head walking past her, and Caroline walked inside. "Babe are you okay?"

"I'm good. Lock the door please." After Caroline secured the door, she opened the cabinet trying to help Mason out of the cabinet.

"Holy shit. You guys are crazy."

"No. He is." She pointed out. "Lucky, sorry you had to stay under there." His body was sore, but he managed. Bonnie grabbed her glass, so she and Caroline could walk out together. "Wait five minutes before you come out please."

"I'm not done with this!"

"Lucky! We are done talking about this. My husband will kill you!"

"Why? You love me? Huh? That why?" Caroline acted as if she didn't hear him, and Bonnie wished Caroline hadn't.

Bonnie glared at Mason, wanting to yell. But not wanting to hurt him. But, his boundary testing ways were gonna get them caught. Bonnie hadn't cheated, but it wasn't as if Mason wasn't willing to lose his life for one touch from her. "Lucky, I care for you. Don't ruin that. Faye is a good girl."

He grabbed her face and put his lips to her ear, "I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Bonnie, let's go." Caroline knew Bonnie didn't need any part of becoming a statistic of the family. She respected Bonnie and Damon sometimes more than her and Stefan. But because, she and Stefan accepted who they were. And they were different, and still loved each other. The two women got far far away from the bathroom. "Should I even ask?"

"No." Bonnie said. She didn't even allow her brain to marinate on it. She took Caroline's champagne and drank it. "Sorry. I needed that." Then they drank more, and continued not letting the night get to them.


Italian translation. Courtesy google. Sorry if it's not perfect.

"Fottuto idiota." ("Fucking idiot!")

"Sono in idiota?" ("You think I'm an idiot?")

"Gino, sprigati, per favore." ("Gino, hurry up. Please.")

"Tuo Marito." ("Your husband!")

"Non stronzarmi ! Per me e Benny!" (Don't bullshit me! For me and Benny?")

"Amore mio, provami!" ("My love, try me!" )

"Wasted" Lyrics: By The Runaways