My Mafia

Chapter 6

*Stefano's POV*

It is currently the day of the charity mascaraed ball. Our men and women where able to get everything to be perfect, every detail, no detail overlooked. Even the napkins that no one would take a second look at, are folded into perfect shape. Mateo, Mark, and a few of the associates were able to gather personel from domestic allies in order to keep the evening running smoothly. Giovanni and I leaked the charity information to certain people in the press. Their presence would also not allow any fights to break out.

Now I stand in front of the mirror, in my bedroom, staring at myself. A custom Armani suit, in black with gold trim and a matching mask is in my hand. I trimmed my beard and my hair is slicked back with gel. On my left hand, the ring that Jordan gave me. I never took it off after the day he gave it to me.

My bedroom door squeaks open suddenly, and Giovanni steps into my room. His black shirt is left unbuttoned, showing his abs and the two necklaces that he always wears. Rings decorate almost all his fingers. He too wears black trousers and the same tattoo as me on his abs.

I've always been over observative. That's what makes me good with hacking and technology in general.

"Jordan's family will be here tonight," he states, walking over to my night stand. He grabs the book that is near the lamp. Gio thumbs through the book, looking at the words, the words that I have read over, and over.

"I know," I say turning away from the mirror and facing him. "Have you seen my sister?"

Giovanni places the book down and turns his attention towards me. "Elena is downstairs with Olivia."

I ask him why he came to my room and he replies that Mateo wanted us all to meet him downstairs in ten minutes. Apparently he also asked Giovanni's twin brothers, Luca and Lorenzo, to go to one of our safe houses with Amara, to keep her away from any possible danger. Although we call that house a "safe house", it's more of a vacation home because of its location. The only reason as to why it is a safe home, is because very few people know about it and it is under twenty four hour security.

Giovanni kept talking and talking, and cracking jokes, so the ten minutes passed quickly and we head downstairs to meet with the Italian Mafia's Don. The son of the man who took me and my sister in when-, I stop myself, not wanting my emotions to show, not when all these people will be here tonight.

Angela's arm is looped through Mateo's as they wait for us at the bottom of the staircase. Their outfits match each other's. Both of them wear a piece of clothing with the deepest red, a red which reminds me of the colour of blood. Their masks are identical, signalling that they are equals, that either of them is above the other.

Angela is the one to speak up, "You both look handsome." She gives us a bright smile. "Please make sure that everything is ready."

"Let's try not to have any commotion or unnecessary blood on our hands tonight," Mateo says, looking at Giovanni, a slight smile on both their faces.

"You got it, Daddy Don," Giovanni salutes Mateo before going to bother the new temporary personnel.

Mateo gives me a look and I nod in understanding. What Angela meant was for me to check on everything. I give Angela a compliment, and go to do the tasks that I was asked to complete.

After twenty minutes of checking on the security guards, making sure the press are in their assigned places and there are people in the places where we don't want anyone to enter, the first guests arrive. Giovanni greats them and leads them towards the ballroom and making small talk, getting the guests to like him. I follow behind the group, my eyes slightly widen at the breath-taking scenery. Flowers and pearls cover the room elegantly. Tables are draped with gold table cloths, and black plates and utensils are laid in the proper order. The gold chandeliers are polished and are shining bright. The bar in the back of the ballroom is fully stocked, with two extra bartenders for the night.

Thirty minutes pass and the ballroom is full of people. People from all sides are here. Gangs and mafias. People who do legal business and people who do illegal business. People from all places on the spectrum are in out ball room, dressed formally and with masks covering everyone's faces.

I sit towards the middle back of the ballroom, waiting for Jordan to arrive.

"The irony," a tall man placed his hand onto the back of my chair.

I turn toward him, expecting to see Jordan but instead it is clearly an older man. He lowers his mask and I recognise the man as Jordan's father. The man who believes in killing hundreds of people but not same sex relationships.

Next to him, Jordan's sister and mother are standing. Both of them are dressed beautifully, masks placed on their faces.

"Where is he?" I stand, Jordan's father stands slightly taller than me, but I still don't back down. I stare him in the eyes as if he is three feet below me.

"Far from here, far from you," his mother replies instead of the man who is staring at me with such a hateful look.

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Authors Note

-once again guys, I myself am not part of the LGBTQ, so please tell me if I should change something! I'm really trying to make the parents really homophobic, I hope that's visible. But once again please speak out to me :)

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