Eternally

6. the perfect excuse

Chapter 6

Vincent Laurent

The letter felt like a whole lie. It was a perfect excuse to kill the American Mafia though. I didn't take most of it seriously. Well not until the email. I didn't care if someone was about to kill me. I could handle myself. It was the fact that Sarah could have almost been killed.

There was one video ordering to kill the American Mafia, or we would be killed. But I knew better. If I were to kill the American Mafia, it would do nothing but make his job easier. After all, he did mention how he wants both Mafia's dead. It would be stupid to believe him.

One other thought crossed my mind. If we received the letter, no doubt the American Mafia did too. Did this person want us to go to war or something? We have been at it for years already anyway.

After seeing the pictures of Sarah, I told Lucas and Theo to go pick her up and take her to my Uncle and Aunt's house. Very few people knew where that was. It was almost like a safe house.

After reading the letter, I asked my father what to do next. No doubt he had a plan. Father would not rest after someone threatened his mafia and the future of the mafia. All he did was tell me to change my clothes. Confused, I did. Now, we were in the car, ready to go somewhere.

I turned towards my father, "Now can you tell me where we're going?"

He cleared his throat and slightly backed away from me. What.

"To the club, to meet someone" he answered looking anywhere but my face.

Okay? "Okay, that's fine. Who?" I asked.

"Don't be mad son, it's for the best. You have to understand, and I'm sure you will. Doing this will keep Sarah and this Mafia safe. " He said.

"Just tell me father." I said, slightly annoyed and confused.

"The American Mafia. Deronte's."

I'm going to shoot myself with my own gun.

Oriya Deronte

"Tiger's Den" Who the fuck name's a club that.

I was wearing a black dress. It hugged every curve perfectly. There was a slit that went far too up my leg for my liking, my whole leg was out. It had spaghetti straps, leaving my shoulders and arms in full display. I paired it with simple black heels. I wore red lipstick, and some mascara.

I would usually do more when going to a club, but this was a meeting. Well that's what my father told me. We never have meetings at clubs, only houses. It was kind of strange.

Turns out, the email was made and sent at a public library and finding out who sent it would be impossible. We were back at square one, with no leads.

My father walked ahead of me, with me following closely behind. We had no guards with us like we normally would. Just to be extra safe I had extra knives strapped to my thigh and a gun.

As we walked in the music got louder and louder. We walked up the stairs and into the VIP section of the club. We took a seat at one of the round tables.

"So, now may I know why we're here and who we're meeting?" I asked, as I picked up the wine glass and brought it to my lips.

My father leaned forward and held his hands together on the table. "Do you have any weapons with you?" He asked instead of answering my questions.

"Yeah. Obviously I do." I said. He should know me better.

"Hand me them."

I was about to argue, when I saw him. He walked in wearing the same outfit from the other night, but he looked more put together. His hair was not messy like the other night. His cuffs were properly done and his shirt was tucked in.