Before she could run away I grabbed her by her waist and pushed her down on my table. I grabbed her both of the hands with my one hand against her lower back. Her upper body was bent down on against my table and her butts were in air above. She was...
I've never been to any Ball. Enzo dropped me at one and only the most famous Masquerade Ball of the Year, where there were mafia leaders of every country and gang leaders of small states. The moment I entered my eyes were wide open and I was in literal shock. I mean is this Mansion or what? It was fucki'n huge, I mean it was more than 150 Acres. When I stepped in there was this most beautiful Chandelier I've ever seen, and in my opinion it would be worth more than millions. I was wearing a black gown with off shoulders and my hairs straight open.
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There were women dancing, singing on the stage, serving drinks, fucking men's side by the corridors. Then there were men eyeing out women's with that lustful hunger in their eyes, some were busy chitchatting about business, some were busy flirting with the waitresses and god knows why that one man with Z black hairs, green eyes was staring at me like I stole something precious from him. Anyways, I went to the food section I was a foodie and food was my weakness If I ever agreed to parties It was just because of the food. I went to eat Ice-Cream...they were my weaknesses, if I was stressed, happy, sad I ate Ice-Cream....it was my paid therapy.
Non-stop loud music, dance and Jesus help me out, maybe these rich shit ass people party like this. I was unknown to this Ball because I have never been in mafia. I was just an ordinary professor at Xavier University of Louisiana (New Orleans, LA).
This particular ball was thrown by the most dangerous and fearful mafia leader. He wanted to discuss some business with his companions because from what I heard he had to suffer with the loss of worth 570 million, because his personal bodyguard Michael stabbed in his back. After being with him everywhere and knowing all of his dealers, his secret places where he kept money and maybe drugs !?? Michael turned out to be backstabbing him for the Russian Mafia. Michael turns out to be an ally of Russian Mafia.
This was my first Ball and I was really wishing it to end sooner. The sooner this ends the sooner I will head back home and be in Pj's. I just had to find Old man named Carlo Raffaele, and then I'm done with this stupid Ball.
I found him in the corner of the living room flirting with the bartender. I patted on his shoulder and sat beside him, he was creeping me out "god helpmeIwanna leave". I sat down coming straight to the point I told him what I wanted and promised him his stupid rarest Rock. So, I was leaving when he fucki'n grabbed my thighs, I swear if this wasn't important I actually had decided how to kill him with slow death in my mind. If....onlyyyy if he wasn't important to Enzo.
Out of all these handsome, sexy men here... Do I really deserve this old fart. This old fat piece of shit has got on my nerves truly, If he knew who I was he would actually wish he never met me. But here I am hiding my real identity in front of these billionaires with the capital B.
Ahh ! Here we are again listening to this old man about his fucki'n rock collection which I give zero shit about but if I won't pay attention I wouldn't reach out to the killer. This old man here (Age : 62, Name : Carlo Raffaele) is divorced 5 times, he actually cheated with all of them, trust me if I was him I would've never cheated on those gorgeous women. But he's a very wealthy man and those women's are being paid with their expenses, travelling and etc.. So, I don't think they ever minded him cheating them. Anyways, he has his own cyber security company, by which offering security to mafia men made him the wealthiest. He actually bored me to death about how he love minerals, rocks and when I said they are same he got offended and gave me that Death look. I left in a second, because I knew if I'm with this man for more than one second he might end up dead.
I finally came out for some fresh Air. I needed it badly. I was checking my Instagram when I heard two men talking to kill someone called Alaric Marcell blah.. blah, whatever the fuck was his name. I heard them taking him down when he come down from his room at the end of the party by being on third floor, fifth and one on the rooftop aiming on his shoulder, legs and then heart, my curiosity got the best of me, I followed them down to inside, Enzo called and I texted him that I couldn't find Carlo, just to have some more time and save that man named Alaric.
This wasn't me, I don't give two shits about people if they die or live. But deep down I wanted to save him I just don't know why. Should I save him or should I just leave !!?????
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