She Devil | ✔︎

Nine.

My hair was curled and my makeup was applied. We don't want to be late, so I'm currently downstairs waiting for Sebastian to finish whatever he's been doing for the past 30 minutes.

"Come on Sebastian, let's get going! What's taking so long!" If I'm being honest, I'm not concerned about being late when I yell. I just want to finish it. "Gosh, wome-" he came to a halt when he noticed me standing, "Woah, you look goo- beautiful." He stutters.

If I'm being honest, that's the first compliment I've ever received, and I'm not sure how to react. "I know I look nice, and you don't look awful either, so let's get this mission done." In a single breath, I say.

He takes my hand in his and leads us out of the house to his car, which is about a 15-minute drive away.

Because the car trip was mostly silent, he decided to break the ice by playing music.

Cupid's chokehold ft Patrick stump started playing.

We both started blaring the words to our all-time favorite song without thinking twice.

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

After the song, my throat was sore from all the yelling, and we arrived at the estate, which was surrounded by limos and guards.

Well, this is going to be fun.

Sebastian stops me just as I'm about to get out of the car and says, "Listen, I want to be with you till the end of time, whatever you go through, I'm going to be with you." That is exactly what you said before, but guess what... "Calm down, just because I agreed to accompany you here doesn't mean you didn't do anything wrong before." I retort with a snap.

He lets go of my arm and we walk inside the estate together. "Invitation card?" The guard asks. I'll give you an invitation card to hell.

"After you, ladies first, "I roll my eyes  "Then why aren't you going first?"He lets out a deep breath before walking in front of me.

I struck a nerve.

We enter the party hall, which is enormous and features a gigantic chandelier in the center; there are so many people here that I'm convinced they're connected to the mafia.

Women escorted by their husband's inexpensive gowns I take a look about, taking in the scenery and at how lovely it is.

I have some business to attend to tonight, as much as I'd like to enjoy it. In addition, there is a person to assassinate.

I have no idea what he looks like or what his name is, but I'm sure I'll recognize him when I see him. A few years ago, I caught a glimpse of him.

"Would you like to go for a dance?" A man in his mid-30s with black hair silked to the back, around 6'3 inches tall, with tattoos all over his neck. Asks me.

I'll have to seek around for the unidentified victim I'm going to murder tonight while Sebastian is occupied with some chicks.

Maybe this man can help me find him.

Why not?" I reply. "What is your name, beautiful?" he asks as he takes my hand and leads us to the dance floor. With a heavy Italian accent, he asks.

Think of a fake name.

"Sylvie. "My name is Sylvie Rossi."
"You're a Rossi?" he asked, his eyes brightening. Well shit, I guess I should've gone with a different last name. "Yes." I retort. Just above my ass, his hands get lower and lower.

I hate people touching me.

"And who do you think you are?" I snap, careful not to break his hands in the process. "Lorenzo Bianchi," he replied confidently.

His brother.

Bingo.