The Mafias Protection

6: darkness is everlasting

Damon let out a stifled laugh as he shook his head slightly at my comment. I took his hand that was out-stretched for me and he pulled me to my feet effortlessly.

"I would of said it was right place, at the right time." The words seemed to fall out of his mouth as if he didn't even think about his response.

I look into his brown eyes, that had flecks of green in them.

"Being hit with a knife was right timing?" I ask scrunching my eyebrows together, I watch his eyes to see any ounce of emotion, but there was none. He just looked at me as if I asked a stupid question.

"Not the knife." His deep voice says, this time the words were formed together, not letting me in on much.

His eyes move from looking at me to anywhere else, as if he found something important on the walls behind me.

"I know that knife wasn't meant to hit me-"

"But you let it." I interrupt him.

The memory wasn't clear, but what I did remember was being circled by a bunch of men who were security. They were hired to protect a secret service room within the ball that had rumours of a safe that held information to different territories.

Of course my father sent us there to go and retrieve that information, and if it wasn't for Ethan and Noah and their tech savvy ways, I would have been dead.

The ball permits that none of the people attend come with any weapons, as it's meant to be a peaceful event where you make connections with other deadly bosses. Me and my siblings didn't go with the plan of making friends, therefore we decided to go against the terms of the ball and bring weapons.

Ethan and Noah spent months hand-crafting knives and guns that were undetectable to any device that would pick up on them, that's how we smuggled into the event without being caught.

If it wasn't for the weapons I had that night, I would have been walking into a death trap, as I was heavily intoxicated (don't blame me, it was a free bar) and surround by twenty large men who looked like they could break my bones with a finger.

I was forced to do the mission on my own however, I didn't find this out until I was drinking the last bit of wine left in the bottle.

Louis was the one to change the plans last minute as it came to his knowledge that people were suspecting our dad of an attack, so the other mafia bosses were watching my brothers under a microscope.

I never thought I would of said it, but that day I was grateful for sexism, as in that moment I could use it to my advantage. The reason other mobster weren't watching me with the same quizzical stare, was because they thought I was nothing but a damselled princess.

Damon just so happened to stumble upon the scene of me being surrounded by men who wanted me dead. No words were ever spoken between either of us, I don't think he even looked my way, but Damon still came and fought alongside me.

He was throwing deadly blows as well as dodging punches. He was lethal with the way he moved so quickly. While he used his strength, I used the knives not wanting to have hand-to-hand combat with these men who could snap me in half like a twig.

It seemed both me and Damon wanted the last kill. He went to snap the securities neck, while I went to throw the knife, and it all happened so quick.

The guard fell to the ground with a loud thump, and the knife that was sent spinning in the air landed in the shoulder of my savour.

There was no doubt in my hazy mind that he could of dodged it, considering all the nasty blows that he skilfully missed, the way he used one body guard as a shield to defend himself, judging by the way he fought, all his moves were calculated.