We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

The Ball of the Mafias

A picture of some outfits for the Ball.

A month and a half after Matteo came back from his mission there was talk of a "Ball of the Mafias". Matteo explained it to me as,

"A way to keep the harmony between the Mafias, and to encourage peace," 

Which I thought was a load of horse shit, because the Italian Mafia (the people organising the "peace" ball) was the most feared, and you don't get to be the most feared through peace.

"So when are we going shopping for my dress?" I asked Roberto the morning before the ball.  

"You're not going shopping for your dress," Roberto told me, pouring us each a cup of coffee, "You'll pick something cute, probably something skin-tight. Which, I'm not complaining about, but I want you to stand out, I'll buy you something amazing, and you buy my suit. Make it black and red," 

"Fine," I complained slightly, "I was excited to get my own dress," 

"Trust me, amore (love)," he smirked, "You will be the talk of the night," 

"Will the Russians be there?" I asked quickly. 

"Yes, they're invited," he nodded, "Why?"

"I was just thinking about your history with them," I shrugged, and then he left the room. I ran to my bedroom, which was so messy from the night before, and quickly called Daniel. 

"Hello?" Alina's voice asked,

"I need you to write this down," I said, "You will be invited to a ball, Daniel and Alina cannot come because Roberto, Matteo's brother, thinks that Daniel is my brother and Alina is Daniel's girlfriend. Now can you give that note to Ivan," 

"Awww," she sighed, "I've always wanted to go to a ball," 

"Too fucking bad," I replied, "You're the idiots that turned up at the restaurant," 

"I'll give it to Ivan," and then she hung up. 

"Raven?" 

"Come in," I quickly put my phone in my pocket and stood up, picking up the clothes on the floor. "I'm just cleaning up from last night," 

"It was pretty awesome," he smirked, came over to me, and put his hands around my waist. 

"Not now," I told him when he started biting at my ear, "I need to clean up," 

"Fine, amore," he let go of me, went over to the bed and lay down.

"You have your own room, you know?" I told him, picking up a shirt and going into the bathroom. 

"I know," I heard him reply, I threw the clothes into the laundry basket and then went back into the bedroom, "But yours is much more attractive," he scanned me up and down.

"Stop being such a psychotic horn-dog," I told him, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him. He caught it and threw it back. Then he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, pinning me underneath him. "I said, not now," I reminded him,

"I know, I know," he scoffed, "But-"

"Would you get off her for once?" Roberto shot up and I looked over to the door where Matteo was leaning against the door frame, his face set in a stern expression, glaring at his brother. "Let the woman have some fucking rest," 

"Sorry," Roberto rubbed the back of his neck and backed out of the room. 

"I'm sorry about him, Corvo (Raven)," he helped me to stand up again,

"One can only expect it from a boyfriend," I shrugged. 

"Are you ready for the Ball tomorrow night?"