The Mafia Sacrifice

35

Starr Marie

"It seems as though you have an incompatible way of planning an attack," Damon groans at the steps I've boldly taken for planning, using a white board.

I roll my eyes as I draw a line from Antonio to Issacs face on the board. "Because visuals are better than verbally speaking." I hear a slight groan as I continue writing on the board. "It's scientifically stated that one would be able to perfectly perform a task if they both see and hear the steps to success. Besides, I think it's a great idea!"

"You know what I think is a great idea?" Damon turns me away from the board to face him.

I look at the small smirk across his lips. "I swear if you suggest we fück in this conference room, I'll fucking slit your dick myself."

He laughs at the unexpected annoyance from my assumption. "No, I was thinking about your birthday," He says with a fresh smile. "But... I wouldn't quite mind adding that to our list of plans."

My heart smile for the thought of him remembering my birthday. So much shit has been going on that I too has forgotten. I felt that it was nice to have someone who cares about the smallest things.

He licks his lips in desire. "Judging from your long pause, you don't seem to objec—,"

"No," I cut him off. "We are not doing... it in here," I say gesturing my hands in circles symbolizing the room.

"Hey," He put his hands up. "I'm down for whatever Amore."

"Are you really?" I ask knowing it was not going to be the response he expected. He slowly nods his head in confirmation, "I would love it if you go upstairs and..." I touch his chest in a sexual way. ".... get me some extra markers."

He clicks his tongue frustratedly. "Keep that same energy." I laughed at his frustration.

Someone then loudly knocked on the door. Damon opens the door to a familiar guard I've seen around quite a few times.

He had a low cut fade. Brown hair and sharp eyebrows. One eyebrow had a slit and a buried scar. He always wore this necklace that had the letter R hanging onto his chest. His personality was quite different from his presentation. He gave me little dog with big dog energy. He was quite short but his personality was deep, fierce and demanding.

The guard looks a me, sending me a brief nod before exchanging a few words with Damon. I turn and look at the board to study it as their slight whispers goes quieter writhing the second.

"Do you mind if I leave you for a few minutes?" Damon snatches me out of my slower daydream.

"Sure," I reply. "But come back when you can, I need all the help I could get."

He nods his head "I'll try," he's says before turning around walking out the door.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the board, I came to the realization that I needed more markers. I headed to the room in almost and instant. Once I got to the room, I searched all the drawers that could possibly have markers in them.

Because Damon lived in a mansion, there were more drawers to scramble through.

I later find them in the drawer next to the bed. I picked up 4, all being different colors. Just before I shut the drawer, I come across a yellow folded up paper that caught my eye.

It wasn't just any yellow paper. It reminded me of the one Issac gave me before I ran. Before I willingly left him in the door or Antonio's home.

The thought made me tightly squint my eyes. It looks the same way he gave it to me—not a extra fold, nothing. As if it was the same night, the say day.