POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter twenty three

Annetta's POV

Sometimes, I'd love to be a runway model.

But it wasn't part of my ambitions.

What was my ambitions? I really have no idea anymore.

When we entered the club, I was immediately ambushed with upbeat music blaring in my ears, making my head throb even more. The club was pretty and expensive, perhaps if I was in the mood today, I would have enjoyed it. Far too much, no? Disco and laser lights illuminated everywhere, casting on our faces as we walk through the floors. My heels clicked on the floor but I couldn't hear it, the crowd was too loud, shouting, singing, fucking, sweating and yeah you get it.

Once we exit out of the unhinged part of the club, we enter a more quiet side. A single hallway that led to a blue room. We walk and walk, just me and Fabio and not once did he speak until we reached the entrance of that blue room.

"You're only here for the parade. Do not speak unless you need to."

I inclined with a simple nod, but while he instructs me to be a little bitch, I scrutinise the area one last time and see those two cameras, one of each side of the hallway. Hmm, interesting. I look away and glance at Fabio who glares at me, as usual and sigh nonchalantly, I roll my eyes away and move when he moves.

Only need to be his bitch for a couple of minutes... probably hours.

Fuck no.

We were greeted by two men dressed in suits, but not plain oridinary suits, or the ones Fabio dons, no. It was foreign, very printed and flowery. Bit much. That's the thing with foreigners, they go above and beyond to impress a lot of people. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Right now, it seemed as though Fabio was doing a whole lot of business with friendly men, these men seemed as if they owned a shoe company, not associate with narcotics and other illegal things. Something I established the moment we set foot in this blue room was that there was no turning back now, it's going to happen.

And I was going to prove my loyalty to Destefano and Fabio.

"Hello! Hello!" The man suited in a baby blue jacket chirped, "Ciao! That's how you greet, no?"

"Yes. Ciao." Fabio approves as he offers a handshake to him. The man glances at him and then took his hand gracefully before he shakes it. "You must be the seller."

"Please," He chortles, a strong accent meshes with his tone, immediately making me wonder. Polish. Polish men, interesting. "let's set the business to a side of a moment. You can call me Szymon. My business partner here," he continues as he slightly cranes his neck and briefly introduced the second man to us, "that's Olek. We are your sellers today."

"Fabio Moretti." Fabio mumbles and then slightly turns to me, "My wife, Annetta Moretti."

Szymon turns his gaze onto me for a brief second and smiles at me with slight familiarisation. For a moment, I felt a little sympathy for these middle aged men for what's about to go down. To be honest, I had no idea what Fabio was actually planning to do. I could only guess that it was going to end up horrible. Szymon and Olek were two middle aged men, probably in their late thirties, thirsty for a permanent holiday somewhere sunny, which was probably why they were desperate to sell their dirt to Fabio today. But it was specific, obviously I knew this because my father orchestrated all this.

I smile at him and then Olek for a second before my face returns, expressionless just how Fabio wanted it to be.

"Come on in, Fabio. We should get started."