Duplicity

2. Her

A man stood in his dimly lit room, wearing a black shirt with buttons halfway undone, eyeing the crimson suit laid out on his bed. The colour reminded him of the power that his family holds.

He slipped into the suit and eyed the gun resting on the dresser. Adjusting his cufflinks, he took hold of the gun and examined it. Running his fingers over the family symbol engraved onto it, he remembered the first time his father gifted the gun to him.

"Remember son, this gun not only symbolises the power you have as the heir of Sinclair legacy but also the weight of responsibilities that comes with it"

He kept the gun in the waistband of his pants, just in case. Spraying his signature cologne , he slipped on his shoes and took one last look in the mirror - feeling prepared for the night.

He slid into the driver's seat of his sleek black Bugatti Chiron, he turned on the engine and the car left the driveway into the quiet streets leading out of the private property of Sinclairs.

The gate opened as he approached , leading him to the busy streets of Italy. Soft music was playing in the car in an unknown language but he didn't bother changing it as it reminded him of certain someone.

He was nervous about the fact that she might be present at the event. She who hasn't left his mind since the first time he saw her. She who was like a forbidden fruit to him. His thoughts were filled by her again.

But he soon came out of his dreamland when his eyes fell on the invitation card resting on the passenger seat. His father's words kept ringing in his mind.

" don't forget . You are a Sinclair. They will try their best to bring you down just because you are young. But don't let them. Show them who Sinclairs are. And who we are - is better than everyone else."

A burden of responsibility settled over him. This was his chance. A chance to prove his father that he was the right heir to the throne.

Soon he reached the place where the event was organised. Taking a deep breath, he left the car and started walking towards the door.

There were guards at the door checking the guest list and invitations. One stopped him as soon as he reached the entrance.

"Card?" The guard asked holding his hand out for yje invitation.
He handed the card over.
"Welcome Mr Sinclair. Right this way please"

He followed the guard till they reached a set of golden double doors.
"I am not allowed beyond this door Mr. Sinclair. Have a nice evening." The guard left with a slight bow.

As soon as he raised his hand towards the doors , they opened themselves presenting him to the crowd. He could feel all eyes on him as he was talking steps towards the VIP table. He reached the table and was greeted by the most Elite families of the underworld.

He was talking to a capo with a drink in his hand, his eyes drifting throughout the room, when his eyes fell on her. Before he could turn away, his eyes met hers.