Ensnared [On Hold]

4.

thursday

It's the day of the party. I woke up with shitty morning sickness. I was in the bathroom for two hours! I have two more hours until the party, I need to get ready, right now. I take out a black, lace dress, black heels, a necklace and a set of earing's.

It's kind of last minute and I can do better, but whatever. I am dreading being in front of people without Berk beside me, as it's been years since I went to a party alone. I begin pacing around my room. Maybe I should skip? I could say I wasn't feeling well. I suddenly remember something that I completely forgot about. I was supposed meet father! "Shit," I mutter under my breath. Father and mother might be at the party, Preston too. I hope not, I'm afraid to face father after the 'greatest betrayal' of his life. My heart drops to my chest as I think about it. I can't skip, this is probably one of the only chances I'll get to see the infamous Romano Valencia. Plus, I have a one in a million chance to join forces with the strongest mafia, whom I'm second to. I have to go.

I stop pacing, standing tall and strong. You got this, Andrea. You don't need anyone beside you, you've got your twins with you twenty-four/seven. I walk out of my bedroom, heading to the garage. I'm not taking guards with me, I don't want to and I don't need them. "You-" I gesture towards one of the bodyguards- "I'm going to out, I need you to drive me," she nods and follows after me, into a black Range Rover. It's not long before we're in front of a giant Roman-inspired mansion, gorgeous. We're stopped by two guards, they take one look at me and let us in. "Thank you for driving me. Go treat yourself," I tell the guard as she helps me out the Range Rover. She nods before getting in the driver's seat, and driving away. 

A man comes beside me- "Evening Miss Margo," and escorts me inside. "Good evening, who might you be?" He smiles lightly, stepping in front of me. "Lou Valencia, youngest nephew of Pryce Valencia. I've been waiting to make your acquaintance," we hook arms, blending into the crowd of dancing people. "Oh really, Lou? I've heard much about you," he smirks as we dance to the music. "All bad things, I hope?" I chuckle. "Of course, your reputation almost exceeds that of your cousin's," he looks slightly irritated at the mention of Romano, but quickly regains composure. "I've heard much of you, too, Queen Of Death And Torture. They were not lying about your beautiful skin," he grazes his hand over my cheek, to which I glare, making him retract his hand. "If you've heard so much about me...you should know that I hate being touched. And if you already know that, you should know the consequences," I smile darkly at him.

"There's a lot of rumors circulating...about your husband," "Yes, there are. Is this your way of asking me if I'm single?" He smirks. "You're very smart, I like that," he dips me, making my hair touch the floor. "I am single, Lou, but there's nothing you can do to change that," he pulls me closer to his chest.

"May I cut in?" A man, a bit taller than me, asks. (he's 6'1, she's 5'10) Lou's jaw clenches and he walks away without any word. "It's a long time, Shelly. How's your latest empire?" I smirk. "Well, your cousin and yourself are sure making me feel famous," he takes my hand, placing his other hand over the small of my back. "Shelly, you're the most powerful women in our world...you are famous," "Miss Margo," I correct him as we continue to waltz around the ballroom. "I must say...you are much more gorgeous than I remember," "I know, Mr. Valencia," he gulps, his Adam's apple bopping. "And how's your life...Mr. Valencia?" Before he answers, there's a loud ringing noise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you all for coming here today. As you all know, this is a very special day. Not only for myself and my son, but our mafia too. Please, follow me to the formal dining area," Russo Valencia, the most powerful man on Earth, in front of my eyes! The most hated, yet respected Mafia don of his time. I might as well be his biggest fan girl. We all follow him, entering a giant room with a long dark oak table and oak chairs. There were beautiful bouquets of pitch black and blood red roses, ceramic plates with gold trimmings, glasses filled with champagne. This was a very gorgeous setting, if I do say so myself. We all take our seats, I'm currently seated opposite Enzo and an attractive brown skinned woman with curly brown hair and alluring freckles.

"I would once again like to thank everyone joining us on this tremendous occasion. My son-" he gestures towards Romano, who gets up- "will be taking over for me. Most of those here today are powerful, family or trusted acquaintances. I'd like it if we could get along for the sake of my son. Now, dig in!" He sits down and everyone begins having conversations of their own. Someone starts speaking to me and I pretend as if I'm listening. I've never felt so anti-social, being the social butterfly that I am. 

I notice that there's three empty seats beside me. I wonder who they are? I turn back to the person whom was speaking to me, once again pretending. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn and am faced by someone I have been dreading to see, father.