Jay's POV
I looked the mystery girl up and down... Well she's no longer a mystery.
"Alexandrá..." I muttered.
The orchestra switched to a slow dance, the echo of the vibrato made it a hundred times more beautiful.
She turned her head for a moment, almost as if she were disappointed to know it was me.
"Jay." She nodded, the vibe becoming awkward.
I sighed, continuing to dance with her. Trying not to bring any attention towards us.
She stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as we swayed back and forth, mimicking the mysterious people around us.
The room was filled with so many of the unknown. There had to be at least 300 people here, spread out of course. Some were on the stairs, others here with us on the marble floor. Others watching from above.
Candles were lit making the room feel even more creepy. I felt as if everyone was oblivion to the real problems. Everything was now about money.
Alex stopped, grabbing my hand she didn't speak. She pulled me up the stairs, nodding politely to a few people there and here until we came across a room.
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Alex POV
I lead him into a room, shutting it behind us. Untying his mask he set it on the nightstand as well as his gun, then took his jacket off
Woah there tiger, what are you doing...
"Its hot." As if he heard my thoughts.
I nodded.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing some kind of symbol on his olive skin.
What is that?
I heard a knock at the door, opening it, Avon stood looking pissed.
"where have you been!?" He shouted stepping toward me.
Jay cleared his throat, getting his attention.
"Why hello there..." Avon tilted his head, pushing me out of the way to greet Jay.
Jay glanced at me then back at Avon,
"Hello" he put out his hand, revealing the symbol once again.
Avon noticed the symbol, pulling his gun on Jay.
"What are you doing?!" I raised my voice. Staring at the fire arm.
"He's part of the spagnolo mafia!" He shouted, putting his finger in the trigger.
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Jay's POV
Fuck he's the Italian mafia leader, fuck fuck fuck. Where's clause...
I held my arms above my head, my jaw clenched as my eyes watched the gun pointed straight at me.
"You could have mentioned you were in the Italian mafia princess..." I spoke.
"And you could've have mentioned you were in the Spanish mafia asshole but hey. All forgiven." Her tone full with annoyance.
Avon smirked at her comment, "Your boss is Clause. And last time I checked... he isn't a fan of his men going missing."
I turned rushing to grab my gun before I heard Avon's gun fire.
Bang.
