Infinity

Chapter 7- First sight?

I had the maids pack a bag for me the night before because I didn't know how long this so-called 'business trip' was going to be. My dad didn't even tell me where we were going. I get dressed into a navy three-piece suit and spray on my favourite perfume-Sauvage Dior. I head downstairs and see my mother along with Elena standing near the front door. I walk up to them and my mother says, "Are you ready my son?"

"Yes, Mamma", she kisses me on the cheek.

"Be safe, okay. And take it easy on your father. You know how he gets sometimes."

"Yeah. I know a little too well."

"You came to say goodbye to me, how cute," I jokingly said to Elena.

"Maybe. But please be safe."

I hug her and say. "I will don't worry." I head to the car and my driver takes us to the private jet. I get out of the car and walk up to my dad who's standing near the steps with his phone to his ear. When is he never on the phone, I think to myself? He sees me and puts his phone back in his pocket.

"You're late", he comments. It's 9:02, it's not like the plane is going to leave straight away. I don't even say anything and walk up the steps and into the jet. I'm then welcomed with a glass of champagne by one of the flight attendants. I head straight to the beige leather couch near the back of the jet and lay back with my head facing up to the ceiling.

"Mr Salvatore. Your breakfast." The flight attendant comes and puts down the plate of fruit and pancakes (my favourite) on the table in front of me. I look up to my dad, who's sitting opposite me, and tell him.

"You still haven't told me where the fuck we're going. You haven't told me shit about anything. I'm in this mafia just as much as you are. I deserve to know everything." I practically taunt him, I'm starting to get very impatient. He wonders why I don't tell him things, this is why, he never fucking listens. I can't wait to be king.

"I told you son, be patient. I will explain everything once we get there." You've got to be fucking kidding me. I could feel my blood boiling." We didn't say anything for the rest of the plane ride.

Once the plane landed, we got off and got into the black Rolls Royce that was waiting for us. We've been driving for about 30 minutes now. I text Stefano to see if he knew anything about where we were going, he has no clue. I closed my eyes for a bit until the car came to a stop.

The car stopped in front of these huge metal gates that had the initials of the letter 'd'on one side and the letter 'l' on the other side, written in gold. The guards slowly opened the gates and we drove in, my eyes widened in amazement. We were driving up this long driveway and at the top, there was a huge water fountain that had gold lights reflecting through the water. There were a few sports cars parked randomly around it. Behind the fountain was this white, modern, luxurious mansion. It looked elegant, almost like a palace, it was almost as big as ours. The mansion was heavily guarded, the guards were holding snipers against their chests and a bunch of weaponry attached to their vests. Did this palace belong to a royal or something?

The driver steps out of the car and opens the door for us. I stand outside the car and look up towards the mansion. We walk up the set of marble stairs, there's a lot of them. We male it to the front door that was wide open for us. The guards outside searched us for any weapons before we head in.

I walk in and see a little girl running around laughing, I almost smile at the sight of her, but then this woman quickly took her hand.

"Isabella. Your father is going to be very angry if he sees you here. Now come on let's go." The woman said softly. Then they walk away. The house was even more beautiful on the inside, the walls were painted white complimented with accents of gold. There was a huge crystal chandelier that hung above our heads. Two sets of stairs slightly spiralled the way up to another floor above us.

I hear footsteps come from behind me which makes me turn around, this man comes up and greets my father. He was wearing a black suit, he was about the same height as me.

"Ah Emiliano Salvatore, welcome."

"Alessandro, how have you been? It's been a while." It was Alessandro De Leon, the leader of the Spanish mafia. My dad never really told me much about him. Just that he is a dangerous man and had quite the reputation, he also mentioned that his daughter was one ruthless woman, but I've never seen a picture of her nor did my father tell me her name.

"Alessandro, this is my son, Vinzenzo. Son, this is Alessandro De Leon."

"Nice to meet you," I say out of respect and shake his hand.

"Follow me," Alessandro commands and we follow. We walked down the hall which led us to an elevator. He places his hand on the scanner until it flashes green. We walk into the elevator.

The elevator door opens, then we walk into a corridor. The walls were painted black with a silver bannister heading down the corridor. We walk down the corridor and come across a room with a man tied to a chair with blood smeared across him. I'm pretty sure this was their basement. We came across a pair of double metal doors, Alessandro scanned his hand again and the doors automatically slid open. There was a large conference table in the middle of the room, there was also a screen attaches to the wall. My father and I take a seat and Alessandro takes a seat at the head of the table. Alessandro and my dad talk about the annual ball for a while, then they talk about the shooting that took place at the club last week. I explained everything that happened that night.

So you're telling we came all this way to talk about some fucking club shooting? I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. Until this loud voice echoed through the corridor outside, it was the voice of a woman saying, "EL PAPÁ SEBASTIÁN VUELVE A SER UN POLLA!" (dad, sebastian's being a dick again). Then I here the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor, leading into the room.

Then I see her.