Selena

47 | Unconditional

SELENA M. ANDERSON

"Everything is set for next week except for the flowers for your party." Checking off the last box on the clipboard as a

"You know it's a gala right and–"

"Same thing," My body spins around in Weston's office chair. Pushed by two little people who don't stop giggling, "When you forced me to join your M-A-F-I-A two years ago, I didn't realize I had to play secretary too."

"The venue will look dead without any flowers, Selena. Just pick out some nice ones and a florist will arrange everything else."

"Nice flowers to me are the ones that are alive and not dead," I deadpan and raise an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, okay, point taken. I'll take care of the flowers," Weston sighs and sends a text out on his phone. Most likely to someone who will pick out the most perfect flowers for his little mafia gala.

"Thank god!"

The twins start spinning the chair in the opposite direction, both of them almost falling over in the process.

"Come here you little weasels" Weston scoops up Angelo and Felicity into his arms. They both keep laughing, their faces bright red. "Mommy and me are going to a ball tomorrow night. Like the one princesses go to," he whispers loudly to the both of them.

"Mommy, is it true? Are you and Westie going to be princesses?!"

Felicity breaks into a toothy grin at the revelation. She has deep set dimples. Similar to her namesake and Adam's mother.

Angelo, on the other hand, instantly frowns. His little eyebrows furrowing and his blue eyes glaring at his uncle Weston.

"I don't want Mommy to go." He says to Weston and then pouts at me

Weston grins at their opposite reactions and ruffles Angelo's hair. "Well too bad. Mommy is going whether she wants to or not."

"I told you that I couldn't make it." I squint my eyes at him and his smirk grows.

"You kind of have to go considering you're my second and Soph told me that you never actually asked her to watch my godchildren."

I roll my eyes and spin around in the chair, watching the ceiling. I don't even bother arguing because that would instigate the twins into choosing sides. Felicity obviously wanting me to go and Angelo always choosing my side.

Not arguing also means not having to explain the real reason I don't want to attend this stupid party.

The annual gala.

Every year all the little boy scouts have a party and disguise it at a nonprofit function. As if they are helping people instead of coming up with more ways to screw up their lives or kill them. It's really ironic, but it was our turn to host it this year.

In the past two years, Weston and Ollie (Weston's third-in-command) attended. It was Spain and then Greece.

Yes, it would've been a nice vacation but it would've also been dangerous.

The rule is no weapon.

But even without anything, everyone is a threat. Especially when everyone in attendance being involved with organized crime.