White angel

part 14

i tried to make my way up the stairs but there was no use.

guards covered every step, every corner dismissing anyone that came close, even the maids who tried to do there jobs where harshly moved away

taking in a breath, i walked towards one of the guards. i wouldn't have known him by name. it wasn't our job to know each of there names and if i did, my father would have questioned how i knew. that on its own would have ended badly.

i tried to ignore there stares making my way towards them when a harsh voice spoke up "you're not allowed to be here miss moretti"

wrapping the blazer tight around my body, i was aware of the eyes that stared in my direction. uncomfortable wouldn't have been the right word to describe what i was feeling.

"i just wanted to change" i said staring at the floor.

the man shook his head "i'm sorry i've been given strict orders"

"fine" i huffed deciding the next place i could go to was the library

I was ashamed to go back outside wearing a man's blazer. the stares and the snarky comments i would get would have too much was going on in my mind and that would tip me to the edge.

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i remained seated in front of the fire place trying to warm my body. a book sat on top of my lap whilst i stared blankly in front of it.

my father had arranged a meeting to speak about the cartel but why? seemed to be the question that remained.

of course it would be for some sort of deal or attack but that was the problem that i had. i didn't know. i didn't know anything, of course i wouldn't have.

My father rarely if ever spoke about his work in front of us. Hell, if he knew what i was doing he would have made sure to put an end to this situation before it began.

i wanted to back down, to call off this whole bluff but from the moment i saw those dark eyes i knew they were my only escape and i would do anything even if it means giving up my whole life just to get a glimpse of that 'freedom'.

my gaze returned back to my book when all of a sudden voices appeared behind the door. the sound of men speaking amongst each other it seemed started to creep closer and closer.

my body jilted up suddenly making its way towards the sound thst appeared from outside.

"this whole thing is bulshit" someone spoke, his voice sounding gruff.

i wanted to open the door to peak at the voice that stood behined the door but doing so i would have been caught.

"it doesnt matter, his words are final even if the old bastard wont listen. making this deal with the cartel seems to be his only solution" another spoke. their voice a gentler tone than the other." all that seems to matter is that we both hate the japanese as much as the other"

If anyone my father hated more than the Bratva, it was the Yakuza. rage sparked in him with even the mention of the japanese mafia. A grudge towards them remained ever since they stole michigan from under his nose. it was a simple victory the Yakuza had won, their attack was unexpected and calculated enough that no one would have thought they'd actually have the courage to pull it off, but they did.

the gruff voice huffed at the other " i dont know man" he paused for a moment "every since the death of that fucked up candidate. he's been acting like a real ass. man i dont even think he's in the right mind to make this decision"

"sshhh!" the gentler voice exclaimed "be careful what you say around here, you idiot. its not our bussiness all we have to is listen and do. i would like it to remain that way before he buries the both of us alive"

his words were nothing but the truth, if my father had an ounce of suspicion towards you, there would have been no hesitation in ending a life. To him, talking or even doubting his actions was considered profane in his eyes s if he was some saint.

"come on" said the gentler one "i'm starving and i don't want to be served last again"

i waited listening to both of there footsteps grow further from the door before a let out a loud sign but that was short lived when the sound of the door slowly creeped open.

i tried to look for a place to hide but that was to no avail.

"i knew i'd find you in here" ciara sweet voice spoke out.

that moment i felt like collapsing onto the floor relieved to find a familiar voice and not a man's.

"you scared me" clinging onto my chest as i turned my way towards her.

Ciara took one look at me and sighed "what are you doing in here mi amor all the girls had already gone to their rooms, and what are you doing wearing man's blazer"

" i know, i'm sorry" was all i said leading her towards the door "have my fathers men gone?" before taking any further steps.

She gave me one look reaching for my hand "they have all gone outside to give the women some privacy as they get dressed" letting out a small laugh "you look like you can use it flower"

i couldn't help but give her a small tap on her hand letting out a little giggle myself.

we both quickly rushed outside the library afraid someone may catch us. running up the stairs and into my bedroom.

thankfully antonio wasn't waiting in his usual position or else god knows what he might have to tell my father.

once we entered my room Ciara began picking out what i would wear for tonight's dinner because what better way to hide your plotting and schemes then hosting a dinner party nearly every night.