AriaI took a long bath taking the time to convince myself that I won't die. It's a party. A simple party attended by almost every mafia in existence. Why would they kill me? I don't even own a car. I have nothing under my name. No one had anything against me.I wrapped a huge towel around my body after drying it and settled on the dressing table to do my makeup. Being a bored teen with no social life led to me do some self learning. One of the things I learnt was how to do my make up. I moisturized my face and applied the base. I used a matte foundation as my skin was oily. I finished off with the other ones quickly as I started to grow tired. I was done with my face. For my long hair,I held it up in a French twist. There. That was perfect enough. Formal yet classy. I wore my dress cursing at myself for doing the hair before. The dress showed of my shoulders as it rested just above my bossoms. The slit on my right run up to my upper thigh. My waist was accentuated by the style of

GregMecael was sitted across me. His shoulders were slumped. His black hair was messy. It was never messy. He had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a possessed adult doll from a horror movie that wasn't really scary.We've been seated in silence for almost thirty minutes. He would make attempts to speak but fail at doing so. I didn't want to rush him so I waited."I cant…"he shakes his head. "I can't live without her,Greg." His voice came out barely as a whisper."She'll be okay. She's under sedatives and she'll be up soon." "I love her." He declared."No,no you don't love her Mecael. You CANT love her. You shouldn't love her." He gave me a pleading look. "Don't kid yourself. Sure she seems fit to be your submissive but throw in love? You can't be serious."I wasn't trying to reprimand him but it came out like I was.And maybe he had forgotten what had happened the last time he said he loved someone. I didn't forget,but reminding him of it was not appropriate right now. "

MestaI glared at him. He glared back. His ideas were stupid. Irrational and they would all fail. I would have been given the organization to run but he got it instead. The test was to kill someone and not show emotions. As simple as that. He passed with flying colors.That did not mean he was qualified enough. There's much more to running an organization than killing people. He was stupid. Not Alex stupid but close. His idea was even more stupid."If you can just calm down and try to reason." I start. He let's out a frustrated sigh and turns dramatically to the seat. His elbow rests on the desk. He leaned his head and held his forehead."We'll send in a spy." He repeated."We cannot send in a spy at this time Mecael." I tried to explain. "Everything has crumbled down. The shipment have been stolen. What are you sending a spy for?" I was this close to snapping and landing a hot slap on his cheek."My wife Aria was shot. I don't care about the fucking shipments. They can come ask me f

MecaelWe quietly made our way to the other rooms. Each time I would open and Mesta would back me up. My mind drifted to Aria wandering how she was holding up. She was probably tucked inside the closet. Her beautiful mind could also tell her to hide under the sheets again. I groan."What" she gave me a frustrated look."What?" I had not done anything."You just groaned." She looks at me blankly."I did?" She opens her mouth to speak."Of course I did. This situation is frustrating." She nods and starts moving again.A bang is heard from downstairs. We stopped in our tracks and listened. Mesta's head was cocked to the right, listening. My eyes roamed around trying to catch a moving figure. Footsteps were heard inside the house. Mesta looks at me and nods. I nod back. She cocked her gun. "Leave two for questioning.""I know the rules." During an attack,always capture two alive. One always turned out to be the loyal one. He wouldn't betray his organization even if he had to give up h

Aria"Happy birthday to you!" Someone sang.Who even dreams of having birthdays? I scratch my nose."Happy birthday dear Aria…" the voice continued.I turn and cover my head. Please make it stop. It's too early to be woken up by a terrible voice singing a terrible song.The blanket is pulled off."Whaaaat?" I whine lying on my back. "Happy birthday princess." He kisses my forehead.I open my eyes slightly then shut them again. "Wake up. We have a long day ahead of us." I let out air through my mouth. No worries because I always brushed at night. No morning breath for me. I open my eyes and force a smile. "What time is it?" "7:45." He replies chattily.I did not appreciate being up that early."You have to wake up and at least blow the candle first." He urges."Candle?" "Yes." He goes to the table beside my bed and picks it up. He then sits beside me.I look at the cake then back at him. I honestly never thought he would know about my birthday. Even if he knew I never expected hi