she always thought of her dad, the most well known godfather in italy, was getting rid of threats. she thought that he was the good guy. that is, until she stumbled upon the 'bad guys.'
It had been four days since the quartet had hung out, and since then the group formed a groupchat. Another thing that had happened since then was Emilia writing a short story. The characters were different, but it was obviously meant for her and Tom.
Emilia didn't show it to anyone else except the very back of her bedside table drawer, and it would stay that way for the time being. The group had decided since going out in public seemed a little risky, they'd just go over to one of the houses for dinner.
So, currently, Emilia and Celia were getting ready to head over to the gala. Tom ended up canceling on Emilia for dress shopping because he had some 'business' to attend to.
Emilia hid her sadness but Celia saw it and cheered her up by taking her to go instead. Celia, of course, also insisted on a very tight and revealing dress. But, Emilia managed to overrule her and go with a classic ball gown look.
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Emilia curled her hair a put the two strands that always fell in her face in a loose ponytail on the back of her head and let the other hair fall naturally. Celia did her makeup all out since she couldn't do it to save her life.
Then, she slipped on the high heels. It only made her 5'1, though, so that wasn't much help. Celia was wearing a body con maxi dress that made her look like a Victoria's Secret model. She did her hair in its natural, lion-like style.
They headed to the gala where they were stopped inside the building at the large wooden doors that they assumed the gala was behind.
The man in the tux held up a list type thing, "Emilia and Celia?"
The best friends shared a surprised glance, "Yeah, that's us."
"Tom and Harrison will be right up," He seemed intimidated by the two, probably because Francesco Lombard was basically their dad.
After a minute or two of waiting, the two gentlemen opened the door. Emilia had to mentally wipe the drool off her mouth at Tom. His look was simple—a black tie, shirt, pants, and shoes. But he made it look incredibly irresistible.
"You look like a princess," Tom smirked, holding out his arm. Emilia hooked her own around it and let the guard open the door for her. Her (undiagnosed of course) social anxiety went up. The room was humongous, and yet it was still full to the brim of people.
"Don't be scared," Tom said into her ear, walking down the small set of stairs to the marble floor. He had clearly picked up on her reaction.
"Why'd I come to this again?" Emilia asked with regret.
"To hang out with me. Harrison and my brother Harry are the main dealers. These things are boring for me," Tom said.
"Is your mob ok with you hanging out with the the daughter of Francesco Lombard?" Emilia asked as Tom guided them somewhere.
"I think you forgot I'm the leader of it, so whatever I says go. Speaking of which, this is a few more members of my mob. This is Harry, the one I just talked about. This is his twin, Sam. They're 22. That's my littlest brother, Paddy, who's 18. Then over there is Jake, Daya, and Jacob," Tom said.
"Hey, I'm Harry," The British said. You could tell who was a Holland and who wasn't.
"And I'm Sam," The one with longer, straighter hair said.
"And I'm Paddy, the baby," The freckled boy said. Emilia gave them all kind smiles.
"So Harry's the dealer, Sam is the assassin, and I refuse to let Paddy get too involved since he doesn't want to and since he's so small for his age," Tom explained as he tugged Emilia over to the other group.
"Jake, Jacob, Daya, this is Emilia," Tom said with his hand on Emilia's lower back, giving her goose bumps.
"Oh, hey. He talks about you more than he does with his other one night stands," Daya said in a chill voice. Tom gave her a death glare, and she spoke again, "Oh wait, shit, you're the good one, sorry. I get past ones confused with current ones. I'm Zendaya, but everyone just calls me Daya," She apologized.
"It's fine. Which one of you is Jake and Jacob?" Emilia said to the two men. One was shorter and bald, and the other was tall and extremely muscular with a tattoo on his neck.
"I'm Jake, and that's on Jacob," The taller one said and shook her hand.
"Hey!" Jacob said and pulled her into a hug. It surprised her, but she did manage to awkwardly hug back.
"So what do you guys do in the gang?" Emilia asked.
"I'm the spy, mainly because I'm good at distracting people," Daya said.
"And I'm the tech guy. Ya know, the guy in the chair," Jacob shrugged and smiled. Emilia laughed a little.
"I'm just another member. I go with them when they need backup or whatnot," Jake said and Emilia nodded.
"So, pardon me for asking, but does your dad care you hang out with Tom?" Daya asked. She seemed like she would take awhile to like Emilia.
"About that. He doesn't know, and I don't plan on telling him," Emilia said nervously and rubbed the back of her head.
"Well, go you. I hope he doesn't find out, though," Jake said and chuckled.
"We can talk later," Tom said and slowly pulled Emilia away. He took her away as they walked arm in arm through the crowd towards the foot.
"Whatcha want to eat baby?" Tom said in a cheesy deep, American accent. He sounded like Elvis Presley.
Emilia chuckled deeply, "Whatever you think is good."
Little did Emilia know, this was only the start of a joyous night between her and Tom.
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