Ares ; A Mafia Romance ||✓

Chapter 14

Callista Miller

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My hand was shaking. Isaac, I am sure, can sense too. Holding onto his elbow, I was brimming with anxiety and nervousness. I can feel him squeeze my hand in an attempt to calm me but I couldn't be helped at the moment. Seeing the number of people mingling around in the gala house, I could feel sweat pour out from every nerve end of my body. They all were breathing chic, rich and elegant. I did not belong here. Even though I, myself was dressed in an expensive blue satin long gown with a beautiful halter neck, struck out like a sore thumb. My long hair was left open on the back. When I was getting ready in the parlour where Isaac dragged me, I felt pretty. Truly did. But now? I feel like a frog among princesses and princes.

"Calm down, Calli. Nobody is gonna shoot you. "

"Of course. The party is not for the mafia families but for normal citizens. They wouldn't kill me on the spot if I breathed wrong. I know. "

"Aww, you hurt me, Calli. Don't be sarcastic, be sassy. "

I wanted to bite my nail so bad that I didn't realise I was squeezing Isaac's skin over the material of his Armani suit he winced. Guilty, I apologetically smiled at him. He shook his head, dismissing me, and led us more into the party. I dared not keep my eyes stay longer on any person. I was afraid of them. They were mafias. When Isaac told me that he was bringing me to the party Ares was going to attend tonight, I was happy with excitement that finally I could see Ares. Isaac gleefully did not tell me the said party was the annual gala arranged for all the mafias around the world until the moment I stepped foot in the gala house. I wanted to kill him. Couldn't he tell me beforehand? I would have prepared myself mentally. But no amount of preparation could perfect me for facing the people who killed on a daily basis. Top it all, I was socially awkward and feared the crowd. It was a mess since the beginning.

The said party was organised by DelaVegas, specifically, Ares's father. He was the leader of the strongest mafia which makes him the head of all the mafias ruling the world. As being most superior, he hosts every year an annual gathering, gala, for all mafia families to mingle around and grow connections. On the platform in the left corner, the mafia king was easily distinguished. He was wearing a navy blue suit, looking dangerous. My heart fell when suddenly fear gripped its strings. I don't know, something about him felt oddly cruel and sickening. Nobody here was good, but him, he was above them all in barbarism and tyranny. He was talking to some men, sipping on probably some alcoholic drink.

"Calli, don't look at him. "

Startled, I shrieked when Isaac whispered to me. I couldn't bring myself to chide him for scaring me. His eyes held warning and his voice was filled with caution. I was, to say, scared was not sufficient. I was more than that. I wanted to know the why, which he was holding back.

"He is the worst. Stay away from him. I am warning you. "

Silently, I agreed. Though I wanted him to give me the reasons, I didn't ask. The presence of Asrael DelaVega was pronounced and deadly. It carried the unsaid fear in the air around him. Over Isaac's shoulder, I dared to take a final glance at him. My breath hitched when it met with the electric blue already fixed on me. They were hollow and killer. My hold on Isaac's hand tightened unconsciously. All this time those eyes which I loved so much were never so dead and evil. They scared me. More than from whom he got those eyes.

"Ares."

Isaac muttered under his breath. He, with the rest of the people at the gala, was looking at Ares as well. Ares though was looking at me, his eyes specifically fixed on my hand attached tightly to Isaac's. If possible, his eyes darkened more. They looked deadlier. Bringing his eyes back to match mine, he stared at me, unblinking. How did he get there? For the past half hour, I was looking for him. And now, he appears out of thin air, that too, as creepily as possible. At least, he looks fine, with no visible injury. Wearing a black suit with no undershirt, showing his toned muscular chest, Ares looked like a God carved into perfection. His neck was adorned with chains which added more to his otherworldly looks. He was a sight to sore eyes. Everyone was starstruck by him.