9

We stopped in front of the theater. There were already people coming up the stairs. A chill ran down my spine. I couldn't wait to get in. It was my favorite musical of all time. I knew every song. At least my adventure was turning out to be beneficial in some way. He was almost bouncing with excitement in the car. Cami instead seemed bored, as if she normally goes to theaters. I do not.

Why didn't he use to go to performances? Well, he had money. It wasn't like I couldn't afford it, just that I didn't feel like going alone. It seemed pathetic to show up there without any kind of companion. My friends were more clubbing and Rob fell asleep as soon as the lights went out. He had no one to go with. Sad, I know. Finally, after a long time, I was going to step into a theater again.

They stopped right at the door and parked in a preferential spot. I think the mob has special treatment. The bodyguards came out first and each opened a door. Blonde, that is, Ryan opened mine and helped me out by gently holding my hand. I think the color of my face rivaled the red of a tomato. She was not used to gestures like that. I smiled at him and he took off his glasses. PAM! Spontaneous combustion. It was beautiful. Not handsome. Not beautiful. His whole face was perfect. I was drooling like an idiot without moving. His lips curved into a small smile and he put a hand on my back to guide me.

I looked at Cami, who was in a similar position with Brunette. She had also removed her glasses and it was something any girl would like to see. How could they be so damn handsome? Did the mafia only hire attractive people? I had to talk to Cami about this. It seemed that a modeling agency had changed careers and now dominated the city with beauty and violence. It sounded good.

A couple walked side by side, giving the image of being friends going out together. Rich friends, don't forget. Never in my life have I felt so glamorous. I think this is how celebrities like Jennifer Aniston often feel. I bit my lip in excitement but gently released it thinking that I could ruin my lipstick with a gesture like that.

At the door, we met Hunter and G. This time I took a better look at them. They were both in business suits. How had I not noticed before? They were impressive. I think the entire female population a kilometer away was waiting for them to pass by to throw their panties at them. I bit back a giggle. Surely that's what the old lady who passed us was thinking. He stared very cheekily at G, and something in my stomach churned. He had not eaten for a long time. The lady almost tripped over her puny legs. Then he looked at me enviously. Ah! I had almost forgotten that I was hooked on a sexy man. But the moment that that woman almost had a heart attack was when G looked at me and came over to give me a giant hug.

- Hello, prettiness. You almost got rid of me- He whispered against my ear, amused. I could almost see him with his superior face. He pulled away from me a bit but keeping me by his side by the waist- Sirs, I believe that Miss Samantha will be guarded by me tonight- I have spoken to the man and he believes it is my responsibility to protect her. Thank you very much for your services.- He hugged me again and I rolled my eyes. This was not good.

- I would prefer if Ryan came with us, G. I would feel a bit more protected- I murmured not wanting to anger him. G angry was the worst.

I didn't lookup. The only thing I felt was a grip on my waist. Then his hand relaxed and tensed beside me. He sighed as if it was hard for him to breathe. I gave up all hope that he would answer me and relaxed against his side. What else could it be? The normal Samantha would have said something to her, but in front of Cami she wanted to act stylish, and a breeding tantrum was not the most stylish thing she could do.

- Good.- I almost missed your answer. I looked up in surprise. G was staring at Ryan. Staring contest, good!

- Whatever- Cami didn't even look at G. She just focused on me, waiting for me to agree to the plans. I nodded slightly. It was fun arguing with G. Plus he seemed nice tonight. I didn't mind knowing a little more about the man I knew was inside the idiot- I guess Tom and Hunter will have to come with me- It's going to be a bit weird going with two boys each, although looking at how beautiful we are today I don't think anyone will be surprised- she winked at me and I blushed.

G pulled me a little more until I was completely tucked under his arm. I think I ended up melting into it. I was making it clear that no matter how much the bodyguard came, he was still in charge of me. I didn't even think to look at Hunter. He hadn't gestured to me like G. For the first time I felt that G was supporting me in some way, though I was still not sure of his reasons.

G and I went in first, followed by Ryan and the rest. The night I promised to be especially long. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to be around G and his mood swings all night.

Anyway ... The truth is that once you get entangled with the mafia, you have little voice and vote.

G led me through the richly decorated corridors of the theater. The white marble floors were covered by red carpets and well-dressed people walked through them as if it were their home. My jaw dropped as I tried to absorb the art of the hanging paintings. Why hadn't he come to this theater before? It was lovely. G was dragging me around without looking anywhere, concentrating on too many things to pay attention to me. It was a boy. You cannot pretend that you can do two things at the same time.

In a box, we stand. He pushed aside the thick red velvet curtains and waved me inside. It was dark inside, but I didn't say anything. What I was missing was for G to find out that I didn't like the dark. He followed me as soon as I stepped inside, dropping the cloth that separated us from the rest of the world again. The light that illuminated the site came from the stage. The large chandelier on the ceiling was off. It reminded me of a movie lamp. Which was? That of an American girl who goes to England to meet her father, who is Colin Firth... Well, the fact is that in the film she goes to a party, and in the living room there is a giant lamp. The owner of the house is very proud of her and blah blah blah. The fact is that they play the music very loud so that she can dance and the lamp falls and breaks. It reminds me of that movie. I chuckled softly, imagining people running as the great crystal giant hanging overhead fell. It was fun thinking about things like that. To be clear, in my imagination no one got hurt.

G put her hand between my shoulder blades and I jumped in fear. That man knew how to move stealthily. He understood a little bit why he was part of all this madness of violence. He pushed me to a chair in the left corner, where I had a better view of the stage. I smiled and took him by the hand without knowing why. I sat down and he mimicked me in the seat right next to me. Ryan had to take a seat next to G with a sigh. I think he preferred my company to G. Normal. Today most men would like to be with me. It was part of the charm of this dress. Every time I liked it more. I think it was magical or something like that.

I leaned against the railing and looked down. A blast of cold sweat covered me from the base of my neck to the tip of my big toe. We were very high. Without a doubt, this box was one of the best. Something was put in front of my eyes. I frowned and realized that I now saw the scene perfectly as if it had been magnified. What...? I turned around and saw a very smiling G holding binoculars in front of my face. Why was he being so nice?

- Thank you- I whispered. In the theater, nobody spoke loudly. He smiled again and dropped his arm behind me. His protective gesture made me relax. I liked this G better than the one that kidnapped me.

Little did I know that it wasn't going to last long.

The lights began to dim little by little and my nerves almost exploded. I took G's hand in the dark excited. I could see his eyes shine. I think he knew that I loved The Miserables. To be honest, I think everyone found out that I adored them when I started singing with the actor who played Jean Valjean. I shut up quickly but kept moving my mouth with each of the songs. I laughed and cried with the play. It was lovely. I was enjoying myself like a dwarf until the last moment. This was pure happiness.

When it was over I got up from my seat and clapped like crazy. I did not care if everyone looked at me strangely. It had been fantastic. Her cheeks were still wet from all the tears she had shed. In some way, every one of the characters in this play had a place in my heart. I was in love with the human stories that they represented on that stage. I was the last to stop clapping, and when I stopped, I was even more excited.