The Assassin's Love

Mafia Ball PT 2

(Continuation of the last chapter)

No one's POV: Amira and Alessio were heading to the place in the limo. Alessio was on his phone going through emails, while Amira was trying to decipher the conversation that she recorded of Chase talking in a different language. It sounded similar to Haitian and Spanish. Amira felt stuck and frustrated by this, but she remembered that they said no secrets.

"Do you have any beef with other mafia besides the Russians?" Amira asked Alessio. She wanted to tell him, but she wanted to be sure first.

Alessio thought about it, before speaking. "No why do you ask?"Amira sighed and played the conversation out loud for Alessio to listen.

(Chase dialogue in italics)

Chase: Mwen vle l mouri aswè a nan boul la ak ti kras li ki pral sèvi nou. Pale byento
(Translation: I want him dead tonight at the ball and his little whore will serve us. Talk soon)

After the recording went off Amira looked at Alessio. He looked pissed off. "Do you know what was said?" He asked her. Amira spoke back "Nope, but I will work on translating it. Anything that I find out. I will let you know."

Alessio tried to wonder why his butler would betray him. Hoping it was just a coincidence and Amira was wrong. But there was a strong gut feeling about this that he couldn't shake off.

Amira grabbed his hand and held it gently. "Everything will be fine, we have to focus on the ball tonight. If anything goes wrong make sure that you make it out safely." Alessio wanted to protest against her statement. Amira held her hand up to his face stopping him from speaking.

"Trust me on this. Make sure you have extra security there. I have a feeling about that recording it's something that's about to happen tonight." Alessio nodded his head in agreement. "In that case, promise to stay by my side all night please." Amira nodded her head at him. "I promise."

They sealed it with a kiss. A few minutes later the limo came to a slow stop. They were outside the building for the ball. It was a grand palace. Amira looked out the window as there was a paparazzi outside taking pictures of everyone on the red carpet.

Alessio stepped out first and turned around grabbing Amira's hand. Once she was out of the limo. The paps went crazy with pictures and asking questions. They both smiled and walked inside the building.

Amira felt like she was gonna have a panic attack from all the flashes and cameras. She squeezed Alessio's hand trying to keep it together. "Are you okay? He asked and glanced at her. Amira nodded her head and smiled gently at him. "I'm fine, let's get this over with."

The pair walked through the hall to the elegant ballroom. Everything was exquisite. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling. It was like this ballroom was a replica of Beauty and the Beast ballroom. Servers walked around with platters of food and drinks.

"Champagne miss?" A server asked Amira. She nodded and took it. "Thank you, sir." Holding her flute of champagne in her hand. Alessio made their way over to a group of people. The men started talking. Amira sipped on her champagne hearing the stories and laughs of everyone around her.

"Excuse me miss, I love your dress where did you get it?" A lady that looked beautiful almost 42 years old. "Oh, my fiancé got this dress made for me." Amira smiled at her with a smooth lie that she thought of at the top of her head. "Fiancé? Where is he, I would love to meet him." Amira pointed over to Alessio from the side talking to a group of gentlemen.

"Oh, he's handsome. You have a wonderful man on your hands." She smiled "Oh where are my manners, I'm Miriam and you are.?" Amira took another sip of her champagne. "Amira Moretti miss."