Athena Colt, a self made millionaire businesswomen with a dark past finds herself at an annual masquerade ball to honor the rich and successful.
Athenas dark and mysterious persona intrigues no other than Griffin Romano, a dangerous mafia leader.
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it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most
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Death is something that never scared me, it almost comforted me. The thought of leaving this world for another. I was created from the hands of the grim reaper himself, molding me every which way until I was perfect in his eyes.
The first time I saw a life leave someone's eyes was on my 10th birthday. My father had lured me back into the shed behind the house, where him and his men went to work. A gun in my fathers hand, so shamelessly and careless. He made me stand there, making me watch as the bullet shot through his skin. I never understood how it can so natural to him, until soon enough I had a gun in my own hand for the first time.
15 years later here I stand with a gun in hand, and my father dead. Leaving me to shamelessly hold a gun as he once did.
Muffled classical music fills the air in the room as I stare down a man who defied me, beg for mercy. "Omertà." I laugh as the word spills off my tongue as I shake my head. "What does that mean to you huh?" Stepping forward I come closer to him, and kneel down so we're met eye to eye.
"Sporchi americani" I scoff at the man in front of me, stand up, cock the gun, and fire. (Filthy Americans)
Shutting the doors behind me, I pull out a simple black masquerade mask from my coat pocket. Walking over to the mirror on the wall, I place it over my eyes securely.
"Did you finish it?" I turn around at Sams voice, my attention meeting him. "Yeah, I'll get someone to clean up the mess after this shit is over." Giving me a nod he goes to touch his mask, adjusting it on his face. "We have to wear these?" He looks at me annoyed, I roll my eyes at him. "Deal with it." I brush him off as we continue walking to the gathering. The music gets louder, and more people become visible.
Placing my hands on the railing I look down, taking in all the people, masks decorated their faces, their body's all drenched in over priced clothes.
I've always hated this ball. It's the same thing every year. Dirty business men looking to make more connections and money, rich criminals, entitled ass holes, and the occasional milf. The irony above it all is that I was one of them, and entitled rich gang member.
What makes this year worst than the others is that it was my turn to host, due to my fathers passing all the responsibilities had been pushed into me. I had Sam and Vincent to assist me through all of this, as they have been since the ripe age of 15. My younger brother was no help whatsoever. Grayson had always been that way, he was cocky and aloof and only cared about himself. You could argue that I was the same, while that may be true. I at least head some damn common sense.
"Where's he going?" Sam refers to Grayson as we watch him leave his seat at the bar. "I could care less." I scoff and rub my face in my hands. Sam and I walk down the large staircase and make our way towards Vincent.
"Evening gentlemen." Vinnie jokingly greets us with a drink in his hand. "Did you take care of everything?" He questions referring to the man I had just killed. "Yeah, everything is taken care of. Are you monitoring the guards upstairs?" He nods and points to the piece of metal in his ear. "Of course." He smirks, "Are you managing your little brother?"
This earns a laugh from Sam, I give him a sharp look and ignore both of them. Time passes on as we continue talking with each other and the other guests. In the middle of my conversation with one of the milfs I had spotted earlier, Vincent approaches me with a tap on my shoulder. "I gotta speak with you about something quick." He says urgently, as his head jerks back behind him. I sign and look back at the women in front of me, "I'm sorry you'll have to excuse me." She gives me a dull smile and I walk away with Vinnie.
"Did you really have to interrupt right then and there-" he puts his hand up in front of my face silencing me. "I got note from one of the guards upstairs that there's something going on. I was gonna send someone but I'd figure you'd prefer to do it yourself." I tell him thanks for the heads up, he tells me the location in the house and I make my way there. After I create space from the guests I take my gun out of the back of my pants and cock it, holding it up slightly.
I'm back at the room I started the night at, the body still sat their in the chair. I check the room, once I determine it's clear I put the safety back on my guy and place it back in it's original spot, and send Vinnie a text saying that everything was okay.
Soon after I sent the text I hear small shouts coming from outside the room, grabbing my gun yet again I aim I right at the door, waiting for the person to come it. It goes dangerously quite, as I hear a gun cock from the outside and the doors burst open.
