The Mafia Sacrifice

33

As soon as we open the door, all the chatters we heard from outside of the door stopped. The whole living room was filled men and women. With Damon having a million dollar mansion, literally hundreds of people could stand in this very room.

I look up to catch the attention of Damon but his eyes were focused on the people who stood before him. His relaxing mood from earlier shifted into the cold leader they all know.

Damon shifted into Mr.King. While I stayed the same ole Starr.

We walked through the crowd making our way into the front of the living room. Still dressed fancy whereas everyone else had comfortable clothes on. It was nearly 1 am and we were having a meeting.

"Damon is everything okay?" Orlando question was projected to Damon worriedly.

But the thing was, I only knew the truth. I have yet to tell Damon the incident that have happened in the bathroom. He trusted me and called a meeting without knowing details. He trusted my judgment.

He trusts me.

O walks into my direction touching my cheek where I assumed they noticed a scar or maybe blood. "Wait Starr are you okay? What happened?" I could tell the suspense was killing everyone. Especially Damon.

So I decided to speak up telling everyone what went down today.

"Earlier I came across one of Antonio's threats," Damon looks at me waiting for me to continue as others gasp."She posed as our waitress, later on catching me off guard in the bathroom."

Damon has yet to say anything but I could see the anger rise in his expression.

"We eventually had and altercation, she—," I was cut off by Lee.

"Wait. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" He asked anxiously taking steps into my direction.

"No. I'm fine," I laugh even though we were in a serious situation. "Let's just say my heel got stuck in her right eye and she will only be looking through the left one," I look at Damon only to see slight amusement rise in his face.

O let's out a laugh, "I knew you were a fighter sport," He says jokingly.

"Don't call me that!" I joke even though I meant it. It's such a weird nickname if you'd ask me.

"Did you get any information about her?" Damon says finally speaking up. I think part of him wasn't as concerned because he knew I have been through crazy things like this. Not to mention, I was trained years ago.

"Yes," I say proceeding to pull the ID out of my bra. I hear chuckles and chatters as I hand the ID to Damon. "Angelina Torez. 25 years old. Lives here in New York. Works for Antonio, and was definitely sent to kill me," I inform Damon as he looks at the ID.

O takes a step forward looking over Damon's shoulder at the card. "No. That can't be her," O says shocked.

"What do you mean?" Damon says puzzled with Orlando's choice of words. O doesn't answer so Damon responds again, only this time more demanding, "O, I need you to fücking speak up. Starr could have fucking died and your holding valuable information. Speak!"

O looks up from the ID catching Damon's eyes, "That's the girl I hooked up with a couple of weeks ago." I immediately remember who he's talking about.