Failed

DELANO

The lights stopped moving, permanently resting on us as one of my arm grabbed the witch's body tightly by her waist.

Fvcking demon.

There were sounds of little gasps of shock, but nothing more than that. It seemed to me that everyone was too shocked that in a party inviting empires, which was created to build trust, trust was being broken. An assassination of me of all people on my father's property?

Her eyes breathed out fire, lying with an hint of deception under it. Her cheek reddened under the bright lights, a beautiful mixture with the golden mask she was putting on. Her red lips curved up in a smirk as she celebrated her big win inside her head. She knew who I was.

I knew who she was too. Was her name really Winter or was that the alias name for Saint D'Angelo's daughter, Ariel D'Angelo?

"Push it in, Kitten. You haven't stabbed me deep yet." I smirked.

Her eyes fell to the knife and flickered up back to me in shock. Blood trickled down the floor and pain shot through my left hand. I was holding the knife too tight, but I had to do it to save my life.

"Fvcker!" She pulled it off recklessly, further slicing my palm open.

Shit.

"Just die," She rushed towards me again with the motive of ending my life, but I swiftly dogded her attack, swinging to the side.

She was precise with her attack. Swinging her knife towards my neck or towards my chest. It looked like she had a goal to kill me and get something and I was badly making her fail at this.

With the next defense, I was getting pissed off. I left the spot she was coming to and she crashed on the nearby table where the cake was placed on. The table broke into two and the cake went down with a swish. I kicked her by the back and she fell face down into the cake.

I stretched my hand backwards and caught the handcuff which someone threw to me.

Grabbing her hands, I cuffed them together and drew her up with it.

"Leave me," She coughed out the bit of a cake that got into her mouth, "alone."

I smirked slightly, staring at her in amusement as I took a chair and forced her to sit on it. Icing covered her beautiful face, including her mask and bits of cakes were held up by her lashes. Her chest heaved up and down heavily with the intense attack she gave to me. Gladly, I didn't attack but defended throughout, except for the small kick I gave her at her back.

She looked at me with anger in her eyes like I was the reason for her failed assassination. Sadly, I was just trying to protect myself from the grasps of death which came in the form of her.

"An assassination in my party?" My father's sharp voice accompanied by the sound of his walking stick was heard as he made his way towards us.

He glanced at me, his eyes a grim disapproval at the blood dripping from my white shirt. She'd actually stabbed me a little bit and cut my palm too. Interesting. The lady deserved more credit than she would get from her father.

"Remove the mask!" He ordered.

I knew D'Leonardo knew she was Ariel, but he wasn't going to go down without a bargain. Nothing would be done to the girl by our family but her family would have to risk everything to get her back. Exposing her face would do the trick.

I turned, to look at her. I also wanted to see the face behind the mask and behind the rumors of a black witch who was the avatar of D'Angelo's Empire.

Gasps!

My smirk widened into a small smile.

Fvcking b*tch.

She glared at me with pure hatred and I looked at her with the same energy.

Beautiful.

Sincerely beautiful.

Something that looked like mine.

I didn't want to dwell on the fact that I was checking on her out, but I knew she found out that already. She opened her mouth in curses and my smile deepened, watching her beautiful mouth.

I think I need to see Ariel's mother, cos she looked nothing like her father.

"Ariel?" D'Leonardo scoffed lightly and I looked up, knowing this was the time for Saint D'Angelo to come downstairs and clear the air.

His daughter has failed brutally in her mission, I'm sure he would be both angry, disappointed and embarrassed right now.

He shouldn't have given her the mission in the first place. He should have known that I don't trust women.

"Saint. What exactly is going on?" D'Leonardo asked the man the moment he came downstairs.

Ariel's head fell lightly, her eyes dimming. In a world like this, you could be sacrificed for your empire.

I heard some people murmur about how a woman who was supposed to be pleasing men take up an important job like this. My jaw ticked lightly. I felt like hitting the owner of that voice that he'd never...ever use that mouth to make a single sound again. Probably just to please his own women in ways he sees fit.

"Release her, Leonard and we'll talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about! Your daughter caused a ruckus in my party..."

Ruckus.

He wasn't bothered about the fact that I just got almost stabbed right in my heart. It wasn't the first time, I'd stopped paying attention to that.

"You tried to assassinate him. Why?"

"These things happen in business." Saint pulled off his mask, it probably looked childish to him. It looked to me too, but I didn't want a lot of people to recognize me wherever, so it was safer this way.

"What business does Delano have with you, Saint? Why'd you try to kill him!? We work in such a way that we do not step on your territory. I thought we were on...." He paused looking for the right words, "safe....terms."

Safe was definitely not the best option. Something better could work.

"What do you want in exchange, D'Leonardo?"

I smirked lightly. Sorry couldn't cut it, excuses can never make up. What works... Is bargain and deals.

Business in Mafians was made like this.