Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

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Darya

The realisation hit me when we finally arrived at the ball. My heart is telling me to leave to value my life. But my mind has other plans.

Holding my waist he guides me to a table, which has three people sitting , sipping their drinks. He sits down on a bigger chair- a throne - then the others, he pats a chair next to him, which at the moment looks fit for a queen. Placing his hands on my chair. Protectively, as I sit down.

A woman comes up to me, “hi, I have heard so much about you” she is pointing at Kyros petrov. He talks about me. The girl goes and sits next to one of the others on our table. I glanced around seeing people dancing. I want to dance.

“Mum!” Ky expalmas loudly, as a gorgeous lady elegantly glides toward use. As a strong looking man takes strides behind her. Protecting her, while those who value their lives move out of the way. She must be one of the most powerful women I have been in front of. She has all the men wrapped around her finger.

She comes up to us, giving Ky a massive hug. I give her a smile, “you look stunning,” I tell her.

“Mum, this is my girlfriend.” I blink. Blink. And blink again. To make sure I heard this man-thing correctly. Girlfriend.

“How did you meet,”

We hadn't talked about this. What am I supposed to say? I wasn't even his girlfriend until a few moments ago.

He starts “Well my Luce tells this story way better than me.”

Mentally I roll my eyes, I would get him back for that. “Well I was at the zoo with winnie and benji- my friends kids- while in the line to get ice cream they got bored and ran away from me.'' His parents have sat on the spare chairs on the table, for some reason I have captured the whole table's attention, “ and they decided to run to this gloomy, unapproachable ghost of a man. Ahh Angel, this is your part of the story.”

He looks at me with a weird grin, “the twins were holding each others hands, and I was holding bennys, my favourite of the two but they don't know, dont tell them.” his mum laughs ” That's when I bumped into the most marvellous woman I have ever seen.'' He holds my gaze deeply, smiling at me.

I feel my cheeks heat. And a smile gleaming on my face. “And get this him being so starstruck, goes and say I wish you had gone missing so I could have held your hand. That's our story.” I finished, got him back on that. His mother gives quiet commentary on the entire thing. Calling her son adorable in front of all his friends.

I grabbed his hand, telling the table we were going to get drinks for ourselves.

“You threw me under the bus,” he laughs, a rare sight, from the stories.

“You did it first.” I giggle,

“Angel, really, seriously” he exclaimed as I ordered water.

“You call me Luce,” I say.

“It has meaning,” he complains.

“So does mine.” I hold a solid front.

Until he breaks out laughing, he brings our holding hand to his lips and kisses me.

“Dance with me?”

We walk towards the middle of the hall, where people start to part so we can make our way. He takes my waist and we wait for the music to start.

“What are we dancing to?” I ask hurley as the piano takes lead, starting the instrumental.

He took my hand and we started to move around in small circles. I look around, gleeful at those who are dancing this elegant dance. My feet quickly pick up. He pulls me in tightly, holding me comfortingly.

While a hush whisper of people talking around us, we stood silent enjoying each other's company.

“What's with the K tattoo on your neck,” I ask.

“It's a hierarchy, i guess.” he says, “all of us have a card on us, a way to identify others.” he takes out a king playing card.”

Another drone of silence holds the conversation.

“Tell me something that none of your friends know,” he asks.

I whisper “up to the age of 12 I was a ballerina.” a ghost smile lines my lips.

“Why did you stop,” I look above his left shoulder, his hands on my waist. I want him to stop. I yell louder, but no one is listening to me. No! No!

“I can't remember.” I lied. “What about you?”

“I'm in love,” he whispers like it is a dangerous secret. “With a woman that…”

I wait for him to carry on.

“Who is a star.” I whispers

“Cute, you going to ask her out then?” I look into his confused eyes and he pulls on me.

Silence fills our conversation as I look down at my feet and back up. I stared into his eyes, hoping he was looking at me as well. But I catch his gaze harden looking over my shoulder. I start to turn my head, until he dips me. I look up at this stunning man, whose gaze softens.

“What's the matter?” I inquired. When he goes tense. Something is happening. I can feel in the room, the light and airy dance is no more. Instead of love and hope, we are now clogs in a maschine. No life to us.

“They came.” he states like I have any clue who they are.

We turn.

And I finally se e who came.

Him.