Elysian Tragedy

Εξι-𝕾𝖎𝖝

To say we stayed in an "okay" hotel would be an understatement. My father made sure I was provided with a lavish stay, despite his disapproving stance. Truly it was exhausting, it had sixty floors and guess where my father secured us rooms? Right at the top. I guess that was his way of "punishing" me for leaving home for so long. Greek Parents are the worst.

Once we got back from the rink, I went straight to my room. I loved the view from the top, plus I had to go over today's practice footage. I had someone film me so I could see every mistake clearly. 

As I was concentrating on the footage, something catches my eye. I see the three suited Italian men, the oldest one slightly nudges the one who approached me, and as his arm is raised, I can see a concealed gun. I knew that these men were dangerous, however I'm not phased, if they wanted to, they would have killed us already.

The day flies by, and I decide to go to bed early, however I can't sleep. I check the clock, 01:00 am. I decide to head to the gym, and hopefully that will tire me out. Quickly slipping into my tight fitted Nike shorts and sports bra, I head out. The hotel is eerie quiet. As the elevator descends, I notice that it stops in a floor that is normally locked with a password.

Of course my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to explore. It was fairly dark, and the only thing on show was a large corridor leading to two huge double doors.

Dario Cesár De Vito POV

The boys had organized a poker night, in our hotel, and the area's drug lords and Assassins were invited. We needed intel on Agafonov fast, and besides we could work on our business relationship at the same time.

Sitting in the poker table, I was bored to death. I could tell that these guys were rookies. Still dangerous, but easy to bribe and manipulate. It would take a few more bottles of expensive whiskey, and experienced puttanas for them to completely hand over the reigns to me.

The door bursts open, it must be the whores Leonardo hired for tonight. My eyes raise to the door uninterested, that is until i see who is standing there.

In a barely there gym outfit, i stare at the Greek goddess that has been plaguing my thoughts. The Men wolf whistle, and she stands there looking out of place. Time for me to have my fun.

"Marco si assicura che nessuno esca da questa stanza, se tenta di sparargli"
(marco ensure that no one exits this room, if they try to ,shoot them)

"Gentlemen, let us continue, while the capo tends to some business matters" Marco ordered the associates, who were busy eye fucking, the now retreating figure of the girl.

Armonia Cynthia Demopoulos POV

Bursting through the doors, I see a bunch of suited men, seated at poker tables. The air in the room is thick, laced with cigarette smoke and the faint scent of liquor. Then I spot the three men from the rink.

"Fuck, why me" I muttered.

Looking at the menacing figures in the room, I decide to take my leave before I get into more trouble, besides I think the gym is just one floor below.

I begin hurriedly walking through the hall, really not in the mood to associate with people. Suddenly I feel a strong arm halting my steps.

"I believe we haven't been properly introduced" speaks the eldest Italian, his accent thick.

"I haven't had the pleasure, however you must excuse me it's late and I should be leaving" ,hell no I wasn't giving this guy my name, he looked very suspicious, and mouthwatering good, but that's besides the point.

"Leaving so soon piccola? At least give me a name" he spoke with a tinge of irritation, his tone was dark.

"Maria" I spoke icily, I wasn't going to cower under his unwavering gaze, who does this guy think he is?

"Maria what, dolcezza?" He drawled out.

"Maria Athanasiou"

Dario Cesár De Vito POV

She was lying through her teeth. It was fascinating really, she didn't seem afraid, her tone was icy and her lies would have been believable ,if it weren't for me being on the receiving end of them or her disclosing the information to my brother.

"Dario, a pleasure meeting you piccola"

Armonia Cynthia Demopoulos POV

He grasps my hand and places a soft kiss on it, tentatively looking into my eyes. Looking at his, they almost look black, his whole demeanor screams authority. I pull my hand , turn around and start walking to the elevator, as the doors close we lock eyes. A gunshot sound is heard from the room, and I see the Italian, Dario , smugly retreat, never breaking eye contact.

"Τι κανεις ξύπνια τετοια ωρα;''
(What are you doing up at this hour?)

Great! My coach yelling at me is the prefect way to finish of my night.

"Couldn't sleep, going to bed now" I say as i walk past her, really not in the mood. Tomorrow we had the evening off, and I was eager to work my ass off in the morning, and catch up on sleep when we get back.

Joan Papadakis POV
Looking back, at the retreating figure of Armonia, I knew I had a call to make.

"Hello?"

"We have a problem"

"who did you
run into?"

"The Italians sir, I have reasons to believe that they may recognize Armonia, they are looking for Agafonov"

"Return home immediately"

"You know as well as I do that this can't happen, I doubt that they have made the connection of who she is, otherwise they would've done something, I'm handling it"

"Το καλό που σου θέλω."( You better.)

Armonia Cynthia Demopoulos POV
Waking up in the morning i did my usual routine, ate a rice cake and left my room. I know that this might be a ridiculously small amount of food for the training i am about to do, but as a figure skater, i always felt stigmatized about my body. And even though i loved food, i loved skating more, thus kept myself extremely fit and rarely had cheat days. In my opinion, you always have a choice in life, and choices always define who you become. I knew skating had an expiration date, but i wanted to excel in it while i had the opportunity.

The rink was empty, thank god, i really couldn't afford any distractions.

Dario Cesar De Vito

I woke up with a raging head ache, from last night's "negotiations". The gentlemen overstayed their welcome, and provided little useful Intel on Agafonov, thus they had to be taken care of.

My patience was wearing thin, i had to be back in Italy in two days, because a cargo was arriving. We had to find this figlio di puttana, and fast. Swiftly getting dressed, i headed to the lounge area.

"Capo, we have information that Agafonov's cargo is arriving tomorrow late at night, it is very unlikely that he won't be there when it arrives." Urgently spoke Marco.

"Good, gather up our men, tomorrow night we kill the bastard, take the cargo and return to Italy"

"Si Capo"

Heyy everyone😇 I would like to apologize for the long wait, the book isn't finished and I am writing as I go so please bear with me❤️ Soo Armonias and Dario's first interaction, what did u think? Comment your thoughts on this chapter, working on the next one❤️ It will be our this week!

Xoxo Anastasia