Taken By The Mafia

Chapter 19: Dining part 2

Hey author here with another chapter I honestly at this point do know if I can't think of a really compelling way of writing this story cause I don't get any time to write or even think of the direction the story will go in. Sorry for late update but they will be very spaced from now on.
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'Ughh this is just a BIG Fat nope for me, please get me out of here!'
I take another sip of some sweet champagne.

I'm tired as fuck right now, I just literally spent all afternoon running away from the mafia I don't want to be here!

A waiter who is coming around with a plate of finger sandwiches stops in front on my table.

"Would you like some orderves ma'am?"

"Yes." I say promptly.

He lowers the plate to my level and I just take the whole damn plate from him. He looks at me confused. But I just say thank you and he walks off.

Honestly I'm starving and I want to keep busy so I'll just eat.

I hear a blend of all different kinds of languages and accents all surrounding me as I lean on my arm with a sour expression eating the mini croissant sandwiches filled with lemon and basil creme cheese that was toasted with herb seasoning.... Damn these don't seem like it but these are some damn good appetizers.

I suddenly sense a ominous intruder near me.

A voice whispers, ever so slyly right next to my left ear.
"~Feeling lonely Miss Stevey?~"

My skin crawls and I slap my hand back ready to smack Elliot. But he saw that coming and grabbed my hand quickly.

"Fuck off." I say promptly turning and looking up at Elliot who is hovering behind me with a goofy smirk.

"~Hey now princess aren't we gonna dance?~" I get a whiff of some kinda alcohol smell.

I instantly notice he's slightly more cheery or annoying looking then usual and his voice is kinda off.

'Fuck great. A drunk Elliot, PLEASE DON'T bother me now or god help me-'

I give Elliot a bored but annoyed expression "I'm going to say this nicely cause I want you away from me quickly so please get your tipsy self on the other side of the room."

He stands up straight and smirks even bigger and so much so 70% of his face is just a goofy smirk. Elliot has his arms and shoulders up is some kinda shrug.

"WA-hel! Well! Who do you think is the cause of my extra shots I had in my drink!?~" Elliot leans down to meet my eyes as I'm sitting. "I'll giva ya a hint! She was last seen wearing a pink dress with the zipper un-done in the back running in the rain!"

My face instantly burns red remembering Vitaly pointing out my zipper on my dress was wide open and then him sliding his fingers up my back. FUCK That was SO EMBARRASSING UGH! I was so caught up in escaping I forgot about my dignity for a second.

"Ha Ha Hahaha! You are Truly something else Miss. Stevey!" Elliot laughs like a freaking hyena, putting a hand on his chest.

I exhale a loud huff and just get up from my chair. I'm going to find some more food! Fucking god damnit!

I walk quickly to escape Elliot's stupid laughter.

I make my way through the diverse crowd of people, all dressed formally. The smell of every perfume and cologne that I passed made me feel even more stuffy in this VIP party of some sort.

The dining room had some kind of buffet table with majority sweets and pastries, and I was ready to take generous amount of tiny cakes and tarts with me.