The Mafias Weakness

5 - Blood

A/N
When you see:

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Start playing the music because it just fits in well with the chapter :)
You can carry on with the story now <3

{Isabella Jackson}

Luca placed my hand on top of his and walked into the crowd of people that were ready to dance.

I looked up into Lucas eyes and examined his features.

I felt his hands snake their way around my back as he pulled me closer to his body.

I then placed my hands loosely over his shoulders, he was staring into my hazel eyes trying to figure me out but I wasn't letting my guard down just yet.

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A soft melody started to play and Luca started to move his feet in rhythm to the music. His hands felt so good around my waist, its like I never wanted them to let me go.

He seemed so focused on me that I felt like we were the only people in the ballroom.

He caressed my back as we went in circles. I never even took my eyes off of him, he seemed like such a gentlemen.

Why would Carlo want you dead?

Why didn't he give me a reason?

Was this a good idea to kill a Mafia boss?

Everyone around us was irrelevant to me and all I wanted to do was dance all night.

I hate slow dancing but this felt like so much more.

I was dancing with the enemy...

Isabella for goodness sake stop overthinking it and kill the guy already!

I got snapped out of my thoughts when Luca came closer to my face.
"Do you think I'm a good dancer amore?"

As soon as he said that a gunshot had fired, my ears were ringing from all the screams. Lucas grip tightened even more as he pulled me towards the stairs, away from the firing bullets.

Who the hell is ruining this for me?

I was fuming, I had never been distracted from a mission before.

Blood stained the white walls. Bodies dropped to the beautiful marble floor, but then all screams suddenly stopped. The room was filled with silence, for the first time in a long time... I felt a wave of nervousness flood my thoughts.

The music still playing through the speakers as this all was unfolding before us.

I looked up to see Luca already staring at me.

"What's your name principessa?" He whispered to me with a cheeky grin.

"Isabella Jackson,"
I figured if I told him my fake name it wouldn't really matter but I was definitely not about to tell a mafia boss, who happens to be Italian. That I am the daughter to one of the most feared men in the entire mafia, even after his death.

Some people believe that my father haunts those that betrayed him and has apparently "cursed" the mafia with his death.

I snap back to reality as I look away from Luca to search for any signs of an intruder.

What the fuck is going on?

I have to get out of here.