His Light (BWWM)

VII

It had been four hours from the time I got back to work and now all we needed to do was load the truck and get fitted into some better outfits.

"Jor did they mention a dress code or anything?"

"All the man said was dress in our finest clothing and then he gave me his business card" handing me the card I read the black fine print with an address.

140 S mulberry street. The old abandoned building.

"Wait, this is an abandoned building... remember there was a mass shootout and nobody ever found the killer, which eventually caused everyone to move out of the area" Jor said with slight concern after realizing the address.

"Maybe they renovated the place" I told him, trying to ease his mind off of anything that might lead him to suspect mafia business or anything strange.

"Alright.. I guess, now let's go find a outfit for tonight."

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"You sure you don't want to go home to get an outfit?" Jor asked curiously, maybe trying to figure out why I didn't want to go back home.

"No, I want to get something new" I said smiling, but deep inside I wasn't smiling, I wanted to go to a home, one without my abusive father but for now I'll have to manage until I could get the money, and with the money from the catering I think I will be able to.

While shopping at this local designer store at the mall, I found two dresses a red and black one, trying them on I found that the red long skin tight dress with spaghetti straps was too beautiful to not wear with some gold accessories.

"Did you find anything yet Jor?" "Yeah, nothing special just an all black button up shirt with some pants" he said, while at the register ringing up.

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After finishing everything, we got to the building around eight since we needed to come an hour early to set up, and looking around there was a shit ton of guards watching almost everywhere.

"Hi we're here to cater for the event happening today" I said, with a smile trying to appear unintimidated from his tall muscular appearance.

The man looked down at me with his icy blue eyes. "What's the code" "W- we didn't receive a code all we got was this card" I hand him the card and he began to chuckle.

"The gala will be held on the basement floor, walk straight until you see the elevator then press 'B' I'll ask my boss to have someone help escort and help with the food" he said holding his arms out to open the door.

Going inside I thank him and proceeded to follow his directions, leading me into a grand room with several tables decorated with fine tablecloths, a huge gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a stage with had a microphone set up.

An hour later

since we've had came to set up, so many mafia families had shown up taking a seat at their assigned tables to avoid conflict and it sure was crowded.

Every once and a while I would manage to look around for Vincent and couldn't find him, but I had a feeling that he was avoiding me for some reason because it was already 9:25 and the party had started at 9 sharp.

A tall brunette man eventually walked up to me as I was passing out beverages."Hi beautiful, can I get a French 75" he said smiling and I couldn't help but smile back.

He sure was handsome, not like Vincent's handsome but who's comparing them.

"Sure-" he cut me off. "Why don't you get yourself one as well beautiful" I looked at him. "I don't really do strong drinks but I guess I could try a strawberry martini"

"That's the sprint, now let's go find a separate table maybe I could get to know you better" he said while leading me to a empty table.

"So what do you want to know" I asked him while sitting down,curious about what he wanted. "Well for starters what's your name, mines is Elijah"

"I'm Alana" I say, choosing to only say my first name only so he wouldn't be a creep and track me down or something. "Beautiful name for a beautiful gir-" and before he could even finish the host of the gala began to speak into the microphone.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen the bidding of each mafia will begin shortly but for now we will have our car show presented by the raiders, vipers, russians, and externals"

After the host announced the car show I began to ask Elijah a questions about his position in the mafia. "So Elijah what mafia are you apart of?"
"The French" he responded monotonously.
"Are you the leader or-"

He interrupted me again and it was starting to make me mad.

"I'm the patron" "what does that mean" I asked, since the way he pronounced it was with a thick heavy accent.

"It means I'm the boss" he chuckled. "But I said it in French" "Wow you look young for a boss" I said, taking a good sip of my drink, he had looked to be about my age. This shit is good.

"Well I'm actually the bosses son but I'm going to be taking over soon, I just said I was the current boss in hopes to impress you" he says, while winking.

After I found out a little more about Elijah, the roars of engine begin to enter through a garage door and multiple Bugattis, Mercedes, Porsches, etc came in.

But as this was occurring I couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at me, and to my surprise it was Vincent siting at his family table The Martinez's.

He looked good and I was happy to see him, but he didn't look happy to see me, in fact he looked angry. So I made a mental note to text him after the show.

"Beautiful?" Elijah said and I hummed still thinking about the way Vincent looked. "Yeah?" I replied though. "Do you have a dream car?" That question made me smile, remembering the time Vincent asked me that when he took me out for my lunch break.

"Yeah, I do.. it's a Porsche but I want it to be pink or red." after responding to him he just nodded as the host was still taking bids.

"Ok now here comes a black Porsche starting at one hundred-twenty thousand" and I'm guessing the Russian mafia began to bid for it. "I'll take it for one hundred-sixty thousand" Elijah said raising his glass.

"What are you doing-" I asked, shaking my head because I know he's not. "I'm buying it for you" he said smiling, and I gave him a small smile.

"Anyone else... going once, going twice." The host said while looking for someone else to make a bid when- "I'll take it for two hundred thousand"

"Sold to The Martinez's" the host had said, and I could tell that really pissed off Elijah as he looked at Vincent's smirk.

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To be continued...
next part will have way more action I promise.
And maybe even some smut *wink*
Not edited, I'm sorry.