An eerie silence fills the room and the only thing that alters it is the heavy panting of the fool that kneels in the pool of his own blood. His hands are untied but they lay useless by his sides. Platter sounds accompany his panting as I stalk towards him, I try not to look at my pants cause I already know the state of it. I hate to get messy when I handle situations like this but I have no choice when it comes to traitors like this. He groans in pain when I pull his hanging head up by his blood coated hair. His eyes are fat swollen, they rhyme perfectly with his swollen nose and lips. A job well done by Andrei, my right hand man. "Where are my goods Cisco?" I question the fool beneath me. "Blah blueebleh spulrt spulrt" He could not splutter one meaningful word. I rub the bridge of my nose. "You've ruined his speech, Andrei" I drawl, with frustration lacing my voice. "Now he's useless" "I'll dispose him" Andrei inputs as he paddles his way to meet us. I let go of the fool's head
Silence. Silence. Silence. I sit beside my brother staring at my parents who are trying their terrible best at acting prim and proper. My mother of all people is eating without making a sarcastic comment or toying at my patience. This two people are my saviors and tormentors. Cluttering and clattering of their utensils against their plates make my ears itch. I feel a nudge at my knee below the table, I send Nikolai a look, he eyes me then cocks his left eyebrow tilting his head over mother's direction. I know I'm not the only one who thinks having a peaceful meal with my parents is weird.I hear my phone ping. "Excuse me" I pick my phone from my pocket. A message from Nikolai appears on my phone.'please say something! The silence is killing me!' I switch off my phone before returning it to my pockets. My eyes flicker from the old man to his wife. My dad is very good at acting whereas my mother is hardly getting it together. Her eyes keep fleeting looks to me when she thinks I'm not
Shit! Did he just kill my queen? For the second time?!. My left foot taps impatiently on the wooden flooring as I anticipate his next move. It happens slowly, his king leaves his position and comes a square forward. I rub my chin as I asses the situation. "So what you're saying is, there are people who are against the joining of the two mafias" He asks, his eyes not leaving the board. If I can just-I move my king forward also."Yes, I believe that there is an instigator who is stirring shit up" He moves one of his pawns forward but unfortunately for him it is in line of my bishop. I look carefully before I take my move. Of course it's a trap, if I take the move to swallow his pawn, I'll get swallowed by his queen. Sneaky old man. My eyes meet his as a smirks lines my lips, let me move a pawn forward too. "It's either some traitor from the Italians that is instigating the traitors here or the traitor here instigating the traitor over there" He moves his king forward and I move my rook
Tonight is the night, the prime minister's wife, Albano Sandra's 50th birthday party. The thing about Mr Albano is his underground work, he's a trustworthy man and keeps to his word but not many knows of his underground dealings. Most of his buildings and company were by the help of my mafia, Vipera but I know very well that we are not the only mafia involved in his success so that means tonight's party will be full of mafia men and women rallying the floor. The theme for the party is a masquerade ball which means everyone is expected to wear a mask. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit. The past two nights were spent on trying to figure out the pattern of the bombing, Federico has not made any suspicious move lately neither has any of the capos. I don't want to kill Federico without having a solid reason, I won't disappointing father again. I'm going to need make up tonight, lots of it. I can't even pretend to be energetic tonight, I feel drained, hopefully Rolan
Gorgeous, that what it is. Suddenly I don't feel so miserable anymore, every feeling of miserability has been erased for my system because miserable won't look good with this dress. A long transparent blood red robe with black tulle edges, sweeping the ground and underneath it, I'll be wearing a Gothic red velvet and lacy mini jumpsuit with suspender set. My eyes trail away from it to meet with Meth's gleaming eyes. She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "You love it, don't you?" I roll my eyes, trying to hide my smile but failed. "It is lovely" I say to her, hiding the excitement in my voice. She rolls her eyes and begins to pack her materials back into her box. Helena walks into my room, her face beaming like a girl who was just asked to the prom. In her hands is a black box in her, on the black box is one red rose. I eye her suspiciously as she makes her way to my closet. Meth shares a look with me before she leaves my vanity and walks over to where I stood with Helena in front of me
The night is just beginning and the realization of tonight begins to set in. I'll be in the midst of a lot of people and I don't really do well in crowds but my training as a mafia don really helped downplay my anxiety around crowds or you can just say I'm very good at pretending. "Hey," I hear Tiana call as she approaches me by my vanity seat. She sees my face in the mirror and she instantly knows the battle I'm having with myself. She holds my shoulder, leaning closer to me with her cheek touching mine. "Remember who you are, Davi" she spoke right into my ear, it resonates in my head. I look back at her in the mirror, she also looks terrible but where I tried to mask it with makeup she prefers to go natural and use it to her advantage of being ruthless and unstoppable. My mind clips on to the sentence she whispered into my ear and I nod firmly, feeling my mood lift a little. "Anything?" I ask, purposely breaking the moment between us. She eyes me carefully and her eyes squint like
Her beauty strikes me like a bullet. I'm a man of stealth and tranquil but every glance at her makes me lose those two qualities. Walking into the room to see her clock a gun at her sister shouldn't be so enticing but damn, that is fire. Whoever picked that dress for her, needs a raise in their allowance cause it fits perfectly like a glove and the color is what I've always loved to see on her, the color red. Later tonight, I'm planning to make the color of the dress rhyme with her skin. A sly smile stretches my lips as I watch her grab her clutch purse and struts over to me at the entrance of her room. Her tanned long legs look perfect in those heels, and just how I wanted, it snagged on her flesh. This night will be pretty tormenting for me, if I do say so myself."Davi," Tiana calls and we both turn our heads. Tiana scowls at me and I wink back at her. Davinia eyes the both of us suspiciously."What's the problem, Tiana?" She questions softly. She doesn't seem to to act tough with
The drive continues smoothly with her constantly checking her phone and still swirling her glass of wine. I know this cause I've been throwing glances every now and then. It's been silent since we spoke about the Federico thing and I am not a talkative but there's this sudden urge to hear her speak. The sensuality in her voice when she speaks even when she doesn't try makes me comfortable, the way her tone varies depending on her attitude and still sound condescending and at same time humbling is so much appealing to me and there's the way she stares at me when she talks, that look of want, threat, mischief and wonder, all in one does thing I'm not ready to agree with in my body. "You haven't taken a sip from your wine" I mention dryly, feigning indifference. She looks up at me and I realize I'm forgetting something. "I believe the theme for tonight's party is a masquerade ball" I pull a rectangular box from my tux and open it. In it are matching gold mask which covers half of the fa