38. Emiliana

Shit. My first thought is that not everyone downstairs is from the mafioso. There are regular people who might think it would be a good idea to call the police. My father has some connections but I don't think he could get me out of a murder charge. Who the fuck is this guy anyway? Why did he think it would be a good idea to attack me? My hand comes up to my neck, rubbing at the bruises I know have already started showing. He fucking deserved it. He attacked me first and I was only defending myself. I won't feel sorry for killing him. Now I just have to find a way to get rid of the body.

(Tell me if you need anything, ma'am)

Javier. He'll know what to do. Taking the keys from the lock, I leave and lock the door so no one else would stumble in there and find the body. Then I casually walk downstairs. Trying to pretend that I didn't just kill a man a few minutes ago. Most of the party is happening in the backyard at the pool but a few people are still inside.