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

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

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

A pretty thing, I won't lie. But just like I said, a pretty "Thing". She's like an empty can, painted with beautiful colors. Her voice sounds exactly like an empty can when it meets the floor. She has been yapping non stop right after I introduced myself as Ronan's date and politely asked her to discard her hand that was wrapped around Ronan's arm. She of course obeyed but for some reason I dislike it, now I have no reason to punish her. Well, if she continues with this yapping, someone will have to shut her up and I will be more than happy to do so."My yatch is so amazing, you have to come and watch the sea with me sometime, you'll love it" She squeals with a bright smile on her face which I immediately remove with just a sentence."He won't be able to do so, Ronan here gets sea sick." I say without flavor. Her face becomes red all over, almost matching the red one eyed mask she wore "How would you know?" She tries to sound mature and unbothered but fails terribly. I smile sweetly

I killed him. At last.The walls of my room echoes of my loud groan. So I'm reduced to a girl who lays binded to her bed by handcuffs with only her phone to act as her source of entertainment, playing games meant for teenage kids. I hate games, Tiana loves them. She beats me at every one of it and maybe that is why I hate them so much but today I find solace in it. Helena told me she had already bathed me while I was unconscious so I have no reason to leave my bed. She also spoon fed me my breakfast which I found completely annoying and frustrating. "What if I want to pee?" "Ring the bell and Butcher will come take the cuffs off and then return it after you are done. No funny movements" She warned, pointing the spoon at me. They really did me dirty. Now I'm stuck.I go back to the home screen on my phone and search for another means of entertainment. I find none. How do people live like this? Instagram, the rainbow colored, small size shaped instant camera stares right back at me. I