Jay's POV
Ya psikh.
I'm fucking mad that the blood inside of my veins was burning.
She knows how to ignite my blood.
Her fitting dress was making me feel all kinds and types of emotions, I would be ballistic if it weren't for my control, I could see the curves she gained from the training with me painted with the dress that fit her madly perfectly, she blossomed under my care, just like a rose.
Suddenly I wanted to make her get back to my mansion- I didn't want her under any eyes. It felt like I walked into a fantasy dangerous world with a sea of men and women in the most creative, outrageous, and lavishly beautiful costumes of all kinds. Although it was ostensibly a masquerade, most people's faces remained obscured behind ornate masks, adding to the sense of mystery and intrigue in the air.
They were all wearing masks.
Well, we were all.
Two towering figures made their way toward us, exchanging grins and hearty slaps on their back as they approached. One of them had a cycled jawline and a close-cropped crew cut, dressed as a pirate with a black eye patch and a menacing smirk. Despite their jovial demeanor, their appearance seemed to elicit a sense of disgust.
They look disgusting.
All the different types of wine were distributed to the masked guests, some were casually talking and some were underrated dancing and grinding on each other.
People were twisting, turning, and holding hands as they changed sides. They're all grinning, they look like idiots who don't care. feeling the vibe of the music and letting their body goes free. One moment, one brilliant feeling of togetherness suspended in time.
A funny sight to watch.
INNA
I could tell that everyone was loaded with guns, especially the men, and the women that were attending, they were all prostitutes or whores.
Even the term of the date was not mentioned in our conversations. Women were used and they seemed like they enjoyed it too.
"We are going to slip into four, when you see him, informing us by the earpiece"
Sin instructed them three, before adding, "Remember that he had a tattoo of a scorpion on his right arm if someone finds him inform me, and don't do anything stupid"
Slipping in among the crowd I furiously stomps my way to where this shit was forcing me to go. It was a long hallway filled with rooms.
"Please, excuse me," I said, trying to be polite, but hearing the indignation slip from my voice as I addressed the men. Their attire was nearly identical, but from our eyes, I could see the difference. One of them had more Chinese eyes or Japanese ones, I couldn't tell. Well, I will never tell.
Their hair and masks were also different though not by much. While one man's mask was white the other was black, and one had the ends of his mask pointing up, the other's pointed down.
"Excuse you?" The white mask grinned at me merrily, his voice and what I could make out of his expression appearing amused by my comment. The Japanese one.
"But we've only just met" The black mask replied with the same look and tone as his friend, looking from the white mask to me. "Do we not even receive the pleasure of a good evening?" he inquired guilelessly.
"Well, it's night right now" I replied with a small and hasty curtsy, taking a step forward to move past them and once again having to stop as the black-masked man stopped me again.
This is amusing. But I don't have time to flirt.
"Might I have the pleasure to have a dance with you?" the black-masked asked after righting himself, causing his friend to turn at him and frown.
"Oh well, that's quickly solved" The one with the black mask declared. "I'm Camel and this is my partner Kaito, by the way, your hair is so stunning," he said with a quick nod which I returned with yet another quick curtsy, rolling my eyes as I did while feeling his burning stare on my, he wants more.
"Call me Red" I breathed, "and I know," I said taking a glance at his hands, he didn't have any scorpion tattoos, but Kaito had a lot he seemed like his skin suffered enough from having them with all of the colors.
"And no, I will not dance with you. Excuse me" I said, but before I left him standing there, I could feel the aurora had changed in him, he seemed angry.
Glancing again at the space in front of me, especially the man's talking. I could see that Rose was talking with someone but the other guys, were no sight of them.
And no signals were given by the entire earpieces too.
As the night wore on, impeccably dressed waitstaff strode purposefully through the crowd, expertly balancing tall flutes of champagne, crisp white wine, and robust reds. I selected a glass of the latter, taking delicate sips as my piercing gaze surveyed the scene from a careful distance.
The air was abuzz with lively conversation, punctuated by peals of laughter and animated exchanges between groups of whores attired young women, as well as a diverse mix of people engaged in spirited dialogue.
I need to change my location and adjust my dress.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked a waiter who passed me.
"Down the hall," he told me and I nodded walking towards it. Before I turned, I looked back and saw Camel looking at me. I raised my eyebrows at him before walking down the hall. I turned into the bathroom and fixed myself up in the mirror. I heard the door open a few moments later and then a click made my smirk.
It was Camel.
"You're so full of yourself, aren't you?" Camel asked in my ear while grabbing my waist from behind.
"And I guess you like it dirty too," His head dipped to my neck and pressed a kiss against it. I turned around to face him and smirked.
"Am I?" I answered. He leaned down and attacked my neck hard. He picked me up onto the sink counter while moving in between my legs. While he was kissing me, I reached for the knife in my thighs. I had it in my hand and lined up when suddenly I was thrown to the ground.
So, he thought that I was just a whore?
"Who the hell are you?!" He spat, walking towards me. I smirked getting back up. He pulled a gun out but a swift round kick and it was across the room. I twirled the knife in my hands and waited for him to move.
"Red."
"Right, but you didn't tell me that you aren't a whore" he hissed at me, making me smirk some more. "Who said, I am not?"
He swung at my face again but I ducked and grabbed his hand pinning it behind his back. He kicked my heel causing me to stumble back. I cursed before looking back up at him. He turned and picked something from his pocket, and put it on my nose.
It was a cloth, a drugged cloth.
Fuck.
He fucking tricked me, I did breathe the toxic drug but fought my urges. I dragged my blade across the arm he was putting on my face. Making him stumble backward but not enough.
But soon, I was trying to pose in a fighting stance, trying to ignore the dizziness that I was feeling in my head. I was determined to push past the lightheadedness that had been plaguing me, I was suddenly jarred by a deafening blast from outside that reverberated through the walls, sending shock waves through the air.
