"I'm busy," he said sounding slightly irritated. Well that makes two of us. Suddenly I had an idea. I walked over to him with a smirk.
I went behind him, leant over his shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck and kissed him. I pulled h...
When I arrived in Italy I was greeted with men in black suits coming out of black SUVs. How original.
"Benvenuta signora Fernandez sino il capo del tuo gruppo di sicurezza,John." John, I remember papa telling me about a John. he looks like he's in his late 30s but looks can be deceiving.(Translation: Welcome miss Fernandez, I'm the head of your security team, John.)
"Ciao John é un piacere conoscreti," I responded shaking his hand. (Translation: Hello John it's a pleasure to meet you.)
He nodded his head and gestured to one of the cars. I entered and they drove off in a vertical formation.
30 minutes later we arrived at an estate. We drove down a paved driveway bordered by Hedges of boxwood bushes and conical trees. Its as if the trees where curtains shielding the estate from the outside world, in the middle of the driveway there is a small patch of land surrounded by juniper bushes with a weeping willow in the heart of the small plot of land. Whoever designed this place is truly creative.
At the end of the driveway, stood a small fountain in front of a large French style stone mansion.
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I entered the doors and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my mouth. It was absolutely beautiful. In the grand entryway laid an arched double staircase on the ceiling above was a beautiful crystal chandelier.
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"Welcome ma'am, would you like a tour or should we show you to your room?" a lady asked as she slightly bowed her head. She seems sweet and polite.
"Room first, tour later," I replied, still in awe of my surroundings. "Ok ma'am," she responded. I noticed she had a thick Italian accent. Well I mean this is Italy. "Oh and please call me Emilia."
Before I arrived papa informed me of a ball that was held annually the OCM (organized crime meet) its supposedly fun, until you really think about it. Hundreds of criminals all in one place eating cake and drinking wine.
If the authorities knew of this they could detain the worlds most wanted and dangerous criminals. So they posed the ball as a fund raiser, it actually is. A fund raiser where criminals raise money for charities while making deals for drugs, money laundering, weapons and the list goes on.
The maid, who's name I learned was Vivian, directed me to my room. I immediately went to take a shower. When I was finished I walked into the closet to see it stocked with clothes from Ball gowns to work attire.
I settled on wearing a simple satin burgundy floor length dress with a side split and paired it with clear t-strapped platforms. I curled my waist length hair and put it into a low messy bun and separated two small parts of hair to lay in my face. I settled for natural makeup. I grabbed my clutch to check if my gun was there and strapped a knife to my right tight seeing as the split was on the left.
If I needed to used it, which I hope not. The dress wasn't heavy so it wouldn't be that difficult and the slit provided easy access.
I went downstairs to see a group of body guards and John waiting for me. As soon as a stepped in the car they drove of and in no time we arrived at the venue. "Be careful," John warned as we came out of the car. "No promises." ----------------------------------------------------------- I've gotten to know most of the guest here, however most of them are in the Italian mafia. The Spanish and the Italian gave been allies for decades. I honestly hope it stays that way, though I haven't had the pleasure of meeting their leader.
I was sitting at the bar when the bartender came up to me and gave me a drink. "I didn't order this," I said with sounding confused.
"That gentleman over there said to give it to you," he gulped. I looked to my right to see a man in an armani suit. He's a fine specimen, but the bartender seems scared of him.
"Thank you, can I get a martini." I'm not just going to drink something from a stranger. Yeah he's hot doesn't mean he's honest and you don't really know who a person is by looking at them. Even salt looks like sugar.
"Hello there," I turned to see that very same man and damn he's even hotter up close but he doesn't need to know that. I also didn't miss the way he spoke, he strained his voice but despite his attempt, his accent still seeped through his voice.
"Hello yourself, thanks for the drink by the way," I replied.
"You're welcome, I'm Luciano." He says holding out his hand.
"Emilia," the night went on with me meeting possible business associates, getting to know and dancing with Luciano. A few drinks later he asked me a question while we were still somewhat sober.
"Want to get out of here." _______________________________________
Chapter 1 and 2 are gonna be shorter than the actual chapters because it is only the introduction to the story and as for the quotes they usually have nothing to do with the chapter unless it written at the beginning .
