In the End

11│An Invitation

I had managed to find my way to the kitchen, and as I had expected, it was a flurry of food flying everywhere. I had managed to sneak in and make my way to the fridge, but really being able to make myself anything was a lost cause. All I had managed to get before being slapped out of the way by a chef was a small bowl of yogurt.

I was sitting just a metre away from the kitchen door, my thighs freezing against the tiled floor. I was sadly spooning the thick liquid into my mouth, feeling it drip down my throat and into my empty stomach. However, even I had to admit that it was the nicest tasting yogurt that I had ever had in my entire life.

It was everything, the richness of the house, the food, the clothing. I had lived the last few years of my life in a situation where money was handed over like it was nothing more than toilet paper. And yet, I had never been overwhelmed by it. That wasn't the case anymore. All I could think about was money.

While of course, my own personal finances were already on my mind, just being here caused me to feel as if I was being choked. I couldn't stand it.

I was making excuses.

Money, freedom, all of it. I couldn't be blind to myself, I was trying to find myself a cause to complain about that would give me some sort of leverage.

I banged my head against the wall, I needed to snap out of it, I had to.

Suddenly, I could hear footsteps. Though I didn't look up, instead only focusing on my bowl of half-eaten yogurt.

A hand in from to my face, "Get up,"

Even the voice sent shivers down my spine. While I didn't even need to look up and check who it was, I did, My eyes immediately connecting with Lucianos.

His eyes, however, flickered down to the bowl that was being held limply in my hand. "I see you found the kitchen?"

I went rigid the blush running up my throat and tickling the tips of my ears, about as noticeable as the sun in the darkness.

I had interrupted a major meeting. One where something obviously extremely important was being discussed.

"I'm really sorry," I said, trying to control my breathing. "I swear, it wasn't intentional, I just smelled the food and thought it was the kitchen, I wasn't even thinking."

Luciano raised an eyebrow, "I didn't realise that the smell was that strong. Regardless, we were coming to the end anyway. While I would suggest that perhaps in the future you... stay away from that room, after such an adventurous day I can hardly blame you for the lack of rational thinking."

I gulped, what the hell was he doing.

Luciano paused before speaking again, leaning in slightly closer. "We had a mission today, while it came out successful, we suffered many losses. We're going to one of the Mala De Brenta clubs and bars, and I was wondering about whether or not you would like to come?"

I blinked, "What?"

He leaned his head to the side for a moment, "Subtlely, you'll be hooked to a tracker, and if you move too far away you'll receive... punishment. However, I thought you may appreciate it, so I decided to extend the offer. However, it's up to you?"

Why on earth was he putting so much trust in me? It made no sense at all, especially considering the fact that I had taken every nice thing and turned it back.

But then again, this was the Mafia.

In reality, there was nothing ever nice, only slightly tolerable.

"So... a club? Like dancing and fun?" I asked quietly.

"Well, that certainly isn't the intention of the event, but perhaps, if the night called for it." He answered simply, eyes swirling.