Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp 5 Pancake cake fit for a queen

Darya

I stood at the door waiting for my friend to come out. We are trying to choose a dress for the charity ball. I have been invited to. I glance around the brightly lit room.

Allana admires herself in the mirror, her beauty is that of a goddess. She is wearing a light blue floor length gown, with intricate lace sleeves. Her blond hair cascading on her shoulders like sunlight. As Sky came and put her chin on Al.  Her bright red hair braided. Wearing a t- shirt and trousers.

I start to complain that we are going to be here all day.

"Ugh… fine I'm coming out” Kath says begrudgingly. We all hear the door swing open.

"Ta da!!" I say as she spins around. Sky dramatically states to clap her hands slowly together in a big applause to the Heiress.

Katherine came out wearing a dark purple dress coming up to her knee, with puffy sleeves- which made her blue eyes pop out.  I let her have complete designs on my dress. They all agreed because of my horrible taste. I walk into the small closest. I tell her she looks like a princess. When the door closes I can hear her say.

"I don't want to look like a princess, I want to look like an evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.'

I shake my head "as you should." I clap back.

"You both read too much."

I look at the door, a dress is hanging, a lovely red dress with a slit. With a dark red lace on the top. I strut like I'm on the walkway in my red dress that sticks to my body like a mangent.

We left the shop after choosing our dresses. We sat eating dinner on the kitchen island. We had left Asher alone and that was our first mistake. "Voila, pancakes cake." I tilted my head to stay at the 'cake'. telling him he could cook tonight's dinner, the second mistake. He had two large pancakes on top of each other with a layer of whip cream in the middle, with frosting on top with the accent of strawberry in a design of a 'ring'. I stare at him in his eyes as he shoves a massive mouthful in his mouth.

I take a sip of my tea shaking my head at my idiot that I call a friend. Trying to figure out how we even become friends. The first time we met him he was just the annoying next door neighbour, who now stayed at our appeasement more than his. I should ask him to pay the rent. I hide a small smile with my cup.

We say good night as we head to bed. I scroll on my phone for a bit, until it starts to ring obnoxiously. I hang it up, it's the middle of the night and I hate talking to people on call.

Max
What

Heyyyyyy got a message saying that there's something happening between the Petrovs and Cookes.
Do you know what?

Nah thought you did

I leave him on read . He's been asking me more questions lately trying to get an inside scope. Petrovs are the russian mafia that run the lower half of the country, and the Cookes are the English mob that run the rich areas of England. You can rarely get them on any charge because of their connections.

I scroll through feeds upon feeds of social media finding some funny memes and sending it to Asher who is surprisingly awake, which he knows he shouldn't, he has an exam tomorrow. Not that he really cares but he will in the morning.

I don't even notice the time until the sun shines through my curtains. I peak at the top of my screen at 5:21. I stretch my arms, like an elastic band. Drawing myself a bath, I gaze at myself in the mirror; my consensus going on a train ride, re-visiting memory lane. I'm in this alluring trance till the sound of water spilling snaps me out of it. My hands graze my shoulders. I blink to life.

Blink… Blink… Blink.

"So how is everyone today?" Allana askes. It is 10 now.

"I'm so screwed, why did I stay up?" He locks eyes with me, a ghostly finger now pointing at my face. "This is your fault for keeping me up, you know." Asher screws.

"Hey, don't raise your voice. There are still people sleeping" Kath intersects. Ruffing up his hair.

"Sorry Mum."

Me and Allana face each other in pure shock. No one would dare to say that to her face. Never let drowsiness get to someone when Kath is about. Both of us get up from the kitchen and slowly make our way out. Noone wants to witness Kaths crime. I walk to my room to the distant squeals of Asher knowing kath I probably chasing him with a knife sometimes I think that's why he only hangs out with Sky. She will go to hell and back for her kids.

As the bus arrives at my stop. I get up from the hard seat, passing some unpleasant characters. It has become a routine in my nearly empty schedule to visit a humble family owned cafe on the corner. Why?

I have received a lead through my email, about something sketchy going on in the morning at the night club across the street. I have become a regular here, always getting the same. All ways trying to blend in making sure no one is watching me.

While I am talking to a barrister I have recently befriended, my bus comes and goes. And I'm stuck here for another few hours, science the Mors- the italian mafia runs this area and controls the buses. Taking out my camera  I have been seeing these recurring faces and I am going to figure out who I have contacts in the police department.

Time passes, and the next bus should be arriving soon.

Just when I start to pack up my laptop I have been doing research on, the guys return. Hastily I grab my camera zooming in and taking as many pictures as I can to find the clearest one. The recurring faces are joined with a new man who looks familiar. He had dark hair and was tall. I looked down at my laptop, he had been staring at me the whole time. The head of the Italian mafia. That's who he is. I put my camera down In shock, this is what the email might have been about. Taking a few more pictures.

The bus pulls up and I hang my camera across my chest and I hang my back across my side. While waiting for the bus to go. I snap a few more pictures, this time I am more up close to the figures.

Like he has a sixth sense he turns around. My face is covered by the camera and I stay like this until I'm sure we are moving at a pace they cannot follow. Taking a deep breath. I recall him yelling at them to get me. Holding out a black dahlia.