Snippet #2628557

The Grayson-Verona house party had been underway for the past two hours. Half the population was already wasted while the other half of the population was still trying to get black out, vomit in your friend lap wasted. The party was being thrown only in light that Vincenzo Sr. and Emilia were in Cancun to celebrate their one year anniversary. Leaving the estranged sibling of the Grayson-Verona house hold alone for two long weeks. It was the first time they’d been alone without their parents since the two had been married.

Things were so bad between the step-siblings it took all four of them to convince the two they’d be fine. It was a wonder the four hadn’t killed each other about the only thing they could agree on was having a party. None of them would have to see each other if they didn’t want to and they could just get fucked up.

At the current moment, the music was obscenely loud, it was a wonder the cops hadn’t been called. Vinny sat on the couch, smoking a joint, he was calm and that was a good thing for everyone. Coby was sprawled out across the couch, her head laying in her brother’s lap, while she smoked her own joint. She’d already been shot up and drank a whole bottle of tequila to herself. She was feeling particularly nauseas as the room was spinning around her.

Lend up against the couch on the floor, Victoria sat seeming to be looking at nothing and everything at the same time. She was high as a fucking kite and Coby couldn’t help but laugh at Tori. Mostly because she was high. The room was starting to settle again and Jac knew she was coming down from her high and she was glad she hadn’t thrown up. Vinny affectivity petted her hair, while his other hand rested on her stomach like they were a couple, earning looks from what remained of the sober good kids.

Coby would have already been upstairs in her room fucking Devon if he wasn’t speeding the night in jail. Coby couldn’t remember why he was there, but she was a little relived. She didn’t feel like fighting and they seemed to do more of that then ever lately. She was pulled from her thoughts when her eyes very shortly caught a small black blur run through the living room.

“Fucking hell, are you kidding me!” She spat irritated as she stood up. Vinny seemed confused by her sudden movement and grabbed her wrist pulling her back down to the couch, he lend in then and kissed her cheek making her smirk, realizing he was playing into the people who were staring at them like they were some kind of freak show and she almost stayed and started running her fingers along his chest until she heard the incisive yapping, even over the music.

She pulled away quickly and slipped away before he could stop her again. She managed to find her incompetent step-brothers annoying little dog in the kitchen barking at a couple making out. She had half a mind to put the thing out of its misery and bury it’s body in the back yard. Instead she grabbed him and held him away from her body like she was disgusted. She made her way up the stairs and paused outside Anthony’s door. She made a disgusted noise when she could clearly heard loud moans coming from the other side.

Still she didn’t bother knocking as she opened the door. “He fucker keep you God damn dog away from the party or he might just go missing.” She said tossing the dog gently into the room before slamming the door behind her with every intent to head to her room, shoot up and call it a night.




Vincenzo had spent most of the party on the same couch with his sister and Victoria. There was a certain high he got from freaking people out by being a little to close with his sister and maybe it was the simple, sociopath in him that just like to see people squirm. He was glad that his father was gone, at the same time though he was left in charge with the help of Devon. The two of them worked well together, they were a dangerous team, through Killian in the mix and they were unstoppable. However, he couldn’t exactly be unstoppable with one of his guys in jail and the other more than likely off fucking his step-sister.

His eyes lazily followed Coby as she slipped into the kitchen before he sighed and stood himself. He pulled Victoria to her feet, she didn’t oppose. She was high, maybe a little too high in all honestly. He slipped an arm around her waist as he walked her through the house and up a private flight of stairs that led to on room, Cody’s ridiculously large room, that was meant to be a family living room or even a game room, but it was given to her.

“Alright Vic.” Vinny breathed as he laid her in bed. She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck and he pushed her away before it could go any further. He’d never been nor, was he ever going to be interested in Victoria. He’d known her practically his entire life. After getting her settled he slipped back down stairs and into the kitchen.

The music had slowed drastically, causing more strangers to find someone to make out with. He rolled his eye as he opened the fridge to grab another beer from it. He popped open the top and lend against the counter only for his eyes to catch Killian and his step-sister practically fucking with clothes on, on top the counter. He kept his eyes on Kiera for a long moment, watching her enjoy the way Killian touched her and a part of him wondered if he could make her feel more.

“Kill, my hot ass step-mom pretends to prepare food on that counter. Have some fucking respect man.” He smirked, managing to insult Kiera’s mothing in both a degrading and rude way. He took a swig from the beer before continuing. “For the record I think you could do a lot better.” He said honestly. His words were meant for Killian, however he was looking at Kiera like the words were meant for her.

He slipped out of the room then and into the back yard where it was a bit quitter. He made his way up on top the roof of the house. He was exhausted. There was a reason Trixie wasn’t at the party. They’d fought and he’d hit her and slammed her face into the marble shower. He felt like shit for it and she’d left last night and had yet to come home, hell he wasn’t even sure where she was. He’d tried calling her several times. He lit himself a cigarette, before taking a long much needed drag and laying back on the roof.