Her Secrets

47

While everyone else were busy dancing to the music, Sean and I were sitting on a chair, watching them while sipping on our wines.

"Look at him," I said, scoffing as I stared at my so called grandfather dancing along with the others with a young woman who was probably a year or two older than me, "he's really a stupid, pathetic, idiotic, foolish son of a b—"

"—okay, we get it." Sean cut me off, downing the rest of his drink before placing his glass on the table, "after this dance, we'll go to his office and finish the job."

"Hey, what about Luigi's son?" I asked, curious and confused. I haven't seen him yet, I didn't know how he looked like but something was telling me that he was somewhere around.

"Look at the blonde hair guy behind you on your left speaking to the woman in a green dress." He spoke without looking behind me, rather he was staring right at me in order not to seem suspicious.

I removed my phone from my purse and pretended to fix my lipstick before snapping a picture quickly. I then brought my phone down in my lap and zoomed in on the guy. I furrowed my brows, "that's him?"

Sean hummed in response, "he's a manwhore— around twenty years old. He is still new to this whole mafia shit, he isn't a problem. We'll deal with him later. Right now, our priority is Joseph."

"What business does he wanna talk about?" I questioned, referring to what Joseph said when we were standing near that table.

"I don't know," he sighed, "but we're about to find out."

Just then, a man was walking past me holding a glass of wine in his hand when someone bumped into him from behind which resulted in him spilling his drink of me.

Not fucking again.

Dude— Why me? Why? What have I ever done to deserve all those shit being thrown at me?

"Can't you be fucking careful?" Sean asked, standing up as he glared at the man whose eyes widened, "I’m–I– I'm so–sorry, I didn–didn’t me–mean to—"

"—Piss off," Sean cut him off, grabbing a tissue which was folded on the table, "damn you're really cursed." He said resulting in a glare from me as he handed the tissue to me, "here, wipe it before the dress absorbs it. I'll take you to the washroom or something."

Luckily, it didn't fall on my dress, rather on my leg as the dress had a split.

I did as he told me to and stood up, grabbing my purse while he grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs. He pushed the door to the ladies room open and entered along with me, not caring that it was practically for women.

"I don't think you're allowed to be in here," I said, pointing to the sign on the door. He rolled his eyes, closing the door, "I don't think we are allowed to be here yet here we are." As I cleaned myself, Sean walked towards the direction of the compartments and began opening one by one, checking if there was people inside.  I rolled my eyes at his action. "There's nobody here. Good, I needed an excuse to come here anyway."

My brows shot up, "why?"

"Because," he approached the sinks and got down on one knee before his hand reached out under it. His brows furrowed as he pulled on something and a loud noise was heard as if he had opened a cabinet or something. "Carter hid some weapons for us in there as we were not allowed to bring in any."

He removed a blade and threw it at me which I caught perfectly— but what if I hadn't? "Are you sick?"

"Maybe," he shot me a smirk, pulling out yet another gun and another. Then he took out a knife before closing whatever he opened and stood up. He placed one gun in his waistband while the other one behind and the knife, he handed it to me. "Here."

"I don't get a gun?" I asked, taking the knife from him nonetheless. "Where exactly were you going to put it, hmm? I'm assuming that you're wearing only your underwear underneath that dress. What are you gonna do? Stuff it in there?"

"Well, I'm not only in my underwear underneath that." I lied, raising my head in attempt to prove a point. He raised his brows, "no?" I shook my head, "no."

"Really?" He rolled his eyes, nodding towards my lower body, "darling, your dress's lifted up a little, I can literally see your thighs and part of your black lacy—"

"I'm wearing a hostler."

"A knife hostler." He clarified, shaking his head as I stuffed the knives in the hostler. "I'll give you a gun when it comes to it. Now, we gotta move."