GREY

9

Dash's pov

Obviously, I killed them, I'm the left and right hand in the Italian mafia. What'd you anticipate?

It was the day of the ball. I was sent to kill a few people who hadn't returned James's money. I adjusted my tie before heading over to Grey's room. I knock on her door. And no response. Which caused me to panic. I basically barged in and began looking around. Everything looks normal. I walk over to the bathroom. The door is wide open. Grey struggled to zip up her dress.

"Oh thank god you're here. I need help" She laughed. And so did I. Honestly laughing at little things wasn't much I used to do. But since Grey came, every little thing she does causes me to chuckle.

"Here let me," I say coming up behind her. I place my left hand on her waist for 'support' and used my right hand to zip up the dress. "You're looking gorgeous," I say.

I'm not going to lie. I want her. Bad. But unfortunately, multiple things are stopping that.

"Thank you Dash," she said smoothly. I love it when she says my name. "It's time to head out" I managed to say.

The drive was long, not going to deny it. from inside the limo, we can see paparazzi's cameras flashing, taking pictures. "I thought the Mafia was a secret," Grey said, looking out her window.

"It is... but in these human eyes we're big businessmen" James helped to clarify.

We stepped out of the car and as soon as it was done the camera flashes made their way over to our side.

"A few rules Grey," I say, placing my hand on her lower back. "Don't talk to anyone. And I mean it. Don't take a drink or food item from a stranger"

she nodded 'yes' and we made it inside without a problem.

Greys pov:

I've been sitting here for what feels like hours. I've been asked three questions by others. Like Dash actually thought I'd listen to him.

'I didn't know James D'Angelo had a daughter'

'how does it feel to be famous?'

And lastly

'are you really involved with the mafia?'.

Geez, nosy much. "Grey come here" I hear Dash's voice. I turn around and see him with two other men. They both are pretty handsome. But not as much as Dash;)

"I'd like to introduce you to my best friends," Dash said. "This is Dante," he said, pointing to a man with blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. The most pretty I've ever seen. "And this is Alex" the other one looking like the complete opposite. He had black hair and pretty dark eyes, but yet gorgeous

"Alex and Dante this is Grey D'angelo" got to get used to that. I gave them a small smile as I shake their hands. "So this is the famous Grey. We've heard a lot about you from Dash" Dante said winking.

"If your talking about 'how annoying I am, and selfish' then I've heard that all," I say glaring at Dash.

They both laugh. "Opposite actually," Alex said as he took a sip of his drink. "OKAY, that's enough talking. We need to talk about business now. Grey go sit down" Dash interrupted. Rude. I made my way over to the bar stools at the bar. Why not right.

And this big-ass dress isn't helping me out. "Grey D'angelo I assume" I hear a very unfamiliar voice say. "Yes?" I say looking at the man.

Kinda scary looking, not going to lie on that note. "The name is Ivan, Ivan Alexeyev." I raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Russian Mafia" my eyes widened.

"Relax I'm not going to kill you... well not yet of course"

"I'd keep my distance if I was you Ivan" Dash said as he came up to me. "Ah, Dash Russo. The left and right hand. Am I right" Dash's breathing goes unstable?

Wait did I hear that right?

Left and right hand. "Excuse me?" I turn and face him. He places his hand on my lower back. Making me tense up a bit.

"Correct. Keep your distance, Ivan. We wouldn't want too much of a fuss" his tone now being relaxed.

Ivan gave a fake smile and left. "I'm sorry... left and right hand?!" I say. "Oh come on love you didn't actually think I was just a stupid bodyguard," he says coldly.

"She'll be helping us, for sure."
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I use my fork to make a piece out of my pancake and took my last bite.

Sadly I was all alone for breakfast. Dad yelled at Dash for me knowing he's involved with the Mafia. Causing them to run off.

Romeo had work and so did Arianna. It was just me.

All alone. Once again.

"Ms. Grey you've got mail," one of the workers said. "Thank you," I say, grabbing it from his hands. Orange envelope. Mhm, interesting.

I get to my room and threw the envelope on my desk, showing absolutely no interest in opening it. It had been 30 minutes since I last glanced over at the envelope. I'm curious now. I picked it up and began opening it.

DNA NOT MATCHED.