The Mafia's Beloved Temptress

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Picture of Luciano Belcadro-Pavarroti.

The limo make its way at the entrance of a beautiful mansion with a  lovely garden and a big water fountain in the shape of two Swans.

Our limo comes to a stop right infront of a red carpet that passes through the media and leads into the building

Denzel doesn't come out, he grabs my arm to catch my attention.

" His name is Clinton Rowpher. Remember that."  The limousine driver then goes over to open Denzel's door then Denzel sticks out his hand for me to grab. Gently holding onto his hand, I come out of the limo as well, only to be met by flashing lights of the media and paparazzi.

Denzel leads me to the entrance of the mansion when the flashes are even brighter and the cameramen are even louder.

I'm overwhelmed my by the questions being asked.

" Is this really a business ball for the best in California or just a Mafia meeting?"

"Are you Denzel Simmons' wife or just one of his many women?"

I do my best to try shut it all out once we make it to the main room of the ball. There is a little beautiful chandelier hanging from the high roof. There are stairs opposite the bar, that I'm sure lead to the rooms. The bar is well equipped with different types of drinks and alcohol, there are 3 Baristas and are all busy either taking orders or making drinks.

Denzel finds me a seat and sits next to me, he orders a shot of vodka. I'm guessing he's not very fond of these people and need something to keep him going, but me on the other hand, I have to stay focused. He orders me a fruit cocktail.

We bother get out drinks, Denzel downs his shot faster than you could think, but I just take light sips of my cocktail.

"It's time, watch who I'm going to." His vodka smelling breath fans against my ear. My heart skips a beat at the fact that the time has come for me to do this.

Killing has never been part of me, but when my father force me to learn how to use one for my safety in this underworld,  I had no choice. Denzel just exploited the fact that I was skilled at it when my father presented that to the Simmons family when the deals were being made.

He gets up and straightens his suit. Walking towards a man I'm assuming is Clinton Rowpher, they exchange greetings and proceed to walk up the stairs opposite the bar. The disappear from my sight. I turn back to the the front of the bar and watch the barista, adjusting the long train of my dress to get more comfortable.

"Hello ma'am." I heard a lovely deep voice speak. I turn to look at who is speaking and see it's one of the Baristas.

I see an astoundingly beautiful man dressed in the barista uniform. His hair is slicked back it the most beautiful way and leaves a stubborn curl on his for head. The uniform held tightly on his biceps and clearly shows that he has  lovely six pack hidden underneath it all.

"So another one will do?" He says but I wasn't listening so I have no idea.

" I'm sorry what, I didn't get that." I say with a light blush from embarassment.

"I was asking if you'd like another drink. Don't worry, my looks tend to do that to people." His voice thick with mischief. I look into his baby blue eyes and see him send me a wink.

Now if was blushing before, I'm sure I'm dead now because wow, nothing like this has happened to me in a while. And from someone this good looking, it makes my night even better.

"Oh, yeah I'd like another one please. Aliyah. My name's is Aliyah." I say with a smile on my face.

" Well Aliyah, my name is Luciano Belcadro-Pavarroti." With that he leaves and goes to make my drink.