Tied to the devil

Familiar faces

Maia POV

Carlos guides me to my seat he is at the end of the table opposite his father, and I am to his right on the side. Gideon is opposite and Mario is next to me. Sienna and Aaron are a bit further down near each other, I'm glad he has someone he knows near him.

I can't shake the fact that I find one of the men in the room familiar. Lots of people used to come in and out of my father's house businessmen, whores, and traitors so I just hope he doesn't recognise me.

Everyone stands around the table till Carlos sits down I think he holds the power, but I thought his father would. Maybe it's because we are in his home. I don't know much about the politics side.

The room is silent and full of tension, actually incredibly awkward. So much testosterone.

"Carlos, it's nice to see you after all this time" Giuseppe starts, it did not seem like a very genuine greeting, especially for father and son. No one else in the room dares speak up I have a feeling this dinner is going to be incredibly long.

"Giuseppe" he nods towards him, why isn't he calling him father?

Food begins to be served by the maids I thank them when they come over but the other men in the room seem to be staring more at their tits than being thankful. Ugh men.

All the trays get lifted revealing a delicious looking display. It smells so fucking tasty. Carlos begins to cut his food and that's when everyone else digs. People begin to make chatter between them making the situation less awkward. I guess the weird introduction is out of the way.

I want to know why Carlos is holding this dinner when he obviously hates his father. I eat in silence not wanting to draw attention to myself, that would be the worst possible circumstance.

"Who's the new girl Carlos, maybe I can take her for a spin" a man who is about 40 snarks. He looks me up and down his eyes stopping at my cleavage, pervert. I want to say something, but I feel a hand grab my thigh making me shudder till I realise its Carlos, he's telling me to keep my mouth shut. Does he really think I am going to let him get away with saying that?

"One I am not his girl and two don't you dare say that about any woman you are disgusting prick" I spit back not accepting his sexism.

"You have a feisty bitch there; you better keep her on tight leash" he jokes the other men around him laughing at his comment. Fucking bastards.

I heat up in anger, no one can say that to me I am pissed now. "Don't" Carlos mutters to me, I turn to face him furious that he is just accepting what they said to me. "Fuck you, if someone said that to you, they would be dead" I spit back a bit too loud so that people at the other end of the table could hear. Oh shit.

I literally knew if I talk I would be in deep shit, why do I always have to open my big mouth?

"Who are you?" Giuseppe interrogates from the other end of the table everyone now going silent. I pause for a moment deciding to use my fake name, I don't know what they know about me. "Celeste Adams sir" I speak confidently. "Why are you here?" he continues to ask, shit my improvisations skills better be really fucking good right now.

"I do some accounting for Mr Marchetti he hired me from the US business, I am here to advise on money transactions" that was so good. Go me, let's hope he believes me.

"Carlos is this true?" Giuseppe questions obviously not completely believing me. "Yes, Miss Adams is a good adviser" he continues with my lie.

"Why are you letting your accountant talk to you like that?" he questions with a snark smile of his face.