TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
ALCOHOL
Raphael and I stood in the living room, dressed in suits. We both wore white shirts however, only I wore a black tie, with Raf being less formal. Our suits fitted us perfectly, our hair neatly combed and we only carried a single gun each.
A week had passed and it now was the day of the ball and by now my stubble had grown back. We were almost ready to go, the event started pretty late in the evening and was expected to last most of the night. Many of the people attending would be coming from abroad so they would most definitely be staying the night or two. This was my home so I needed to ensure everyone knew that. I wasn't to be fucked with regardless of status.
"Hold still, your tie is crooked." Mara muttered as she grabbed my tie and adjusted it. She grabbed it unnecessarily forcefully if you ask me. I looked down at her and sighed. Raphael was chuckling across from me as he refrained from rolling his sleeves up. No doubt he would do so later on in the night.
Mara stayed for a few days longer than anticipated. Raf and I thoroughly enjoyed taking her shopping but I was fucking glad she was finally going back to Italy. Back to her job and back to her girlfriend. Fucking hell, women are incredibly complex.
"Remember, don't kill anyone." Mara reminded me. "Who do you think we are, of course we won't kill anyone." I smirked and looked at Raf. She hummed and crossed her arms. "It's a good thing that this year you aren't allowed any weapons inside." She muttered.
"Shame. I would so love to fucking gut James. I swear, if I even see his face I will not hesitate." I smirked much to Mara's disappointment. Raphael snickered. We hated the man. He was the heir to the British mafia. An all round bastard. He was older than me at twenty five but he acted like a spoiled child. As if a silver spoon was shoved up his ass.
Raphael and I mocked him endlessly, I did not care. What could he possibly do. Of course, I was careful not to disrupt our agreement. We did not intervene in each other's business. Simple enough.
"And you Raf." Mara pointed a finger at him. He looked at her as innocent as ever. "Don't get drunk and start a fight. You aren't Enzo." She said sternly. "What do you mean, I'm not Enzo?" He asked with his mouth hanging open.
"Well you know, he's the boss, he can get away with things, whereas you can't." She waved her hand between us both. I looked at Raf. "But don't worry Raf, I will always have your back. If someone wants to beat the shit out of you, I'll fucking kill them."
"Wow. My hero." Raf mocked as he rolled his eyes. I chuckled and Mara looked at her watch. "I have to go. I'll miss the flight." She picked up her bag. "Are you fucking stupid Mara? It's a private plane. Meaning it will fly whenever you want it to fly." Raf laughed making me laugh.
Mara looked unimpressed at us. "I hate you both." She pouted. After we all made up and Raf and I hugged her, she left in a SUV heading for the plane. I didn't know when I would be seeing her again.
"Well I guess we should go otherwise we will be late and how fucking embarrassing would that be." I said as I headed for the door. Raf followed behind me and Sergio followed him.
The ball was just an hour away and we arrived just in time. It was being held at a large estate, with over sixty bedrooms, four pools and about forty acres of land. I just hoped it was big enough to keep everyone I hated out of my sight or I wouldn't be held responsible for my actions.
The estate itself was lit up brightly. There was quite a lot of cars here already, all of them being very high end, from Lamborghinis to Bugatti's. Everyone wanted to flaunt their wealth, I just thought it was tacky.
Our car stopped right before the doors of the estate and we all stepped out. Raf came up beside me and Sergio followed behind. A valet took the car keys and drove it elsewhere. It was the same old charade every year. My parents brought me to my first ball at the age of twelve so I would get used to it. They weren't attending tonight, they couldn't give a fuck. I only wish I could also not bother.
"Vicenzo." The guard at the door stated as he looked between me and Raf. "There are no weapons this year boss." He said as he looked at the gun in my pocket. It was evident, I didn't hide it. I handed him my gun with Raf doing the same. My guards also handed their guns away.
We walked into the estate. There were people everywhere, like ants. They feasted on little canapés and held champagne flutes. Laughter filled the air as well as music. It was a massive party amongst the very worst of people. The fact that no one was armed made it all the more calmer.
"Vickno Hernanadaz." A voice called out. I knew immediately who the fucking bastard was. This estate clearly wasn't big enough. I turned myself to face James Cain, the British dick himself. He was much shorter than me which made mocking him all the more fun. He had a thick head of dark brown hair, a tailored suit and soft facial features. He stood with a cocky smirk plastered across his face, not that he had any lips. He stood with several of his men.
"Waiting for me were you like some sort of fangirl." I smirked at him. Raf sniggered beside me. "Where did you get your suit from this time? The Armani toddler range?" Raf asked making me lose it entirely.
"You both look like shit." James spat. His pathetic attempt at an insult only made Raf and I laugh more. "I beg your pardon little man, might I help you find your mother?" I snickered as I tried to keep a straight face.
"Always with the clever insults, I could take you." James threatened. He has threatened me countless times so it was no surprise. "Come on then. Let's go outside." I looked at him, my eyes dark and cold.
His group shuffled about on their feet and James clenched his jaws tightly. He was trained but he was sloppy. "How's your girlfriend? Oh that's right, you don't have one." He mocked.
Was that all he had? "How's yours? Oh that's right, I slept with her didn't I?" I smirked evilly. "She didn't even need persuading. After all, you are pale as fuck Jason."
He looked at me with anger etched on his clean shaven face. His father was a decent man so how he was not, intrigued me. "Run along drawf I have business to attend to." I waved my hand at him as my eyes looked elsewhere.
I heard him scoff and storm off like the arrogant little bitch he was. He may be older but he had no balls. "Armani toddler range Raf?" I asked as I walked towards another room. "I've been thinking of it all day." He grinned. What a fucking genius. Of course I would never admit that to him.
We soon stopped at another large room. This room was full of people, many looked like hired assassins. You could tell with how they glanced around every so often or by the minute scars across their faces. Many people greeted me or nodded in my direction.
I noticed many unfamiliar faces this year but I did not care to introduce myself. Soon enough, Raf and I held drinks in our hands as we talked to several men. They were mercenaries, I did not need them but it didn't hurt to see what they had to offer.
"A thermal scope can see a warm body for up to six hundred metres." One of the men spoke to Raf. My attention however, was diverted elsewhere.
A young girl with plaited dark brown hair stood awkwardly amongst the crowd. She fidgeted with her hands, her complexion was striking. She was white as snow but her cheeks rosy. She wore a classy dress which neither hugged her figure or showed any flesh. I had to know who she was.
"Vicenzo." I stated as I stopped in front of her. She looked up at me with a small smile. "Marina." She replied timidly. I noticed that she looked around as if she was anxious. I knew who she was instantly. I felt Raf come up beside me. "I'm Raphael and might I say you look absolutely beautiful." He spoke gently which made Marina blush.
"What do you think you are doing?" A deep voice laced with a Russian accent spoke up. I watched as five men all who looked similar to one another stood in front of their sister. "Introducing myself to your sister, it would be rude not to." I said.
"Stay away. We don't want any trouble." One of the men spoke up. "I wasn't looking for trouble only a friendly conversation." I sipped on my drink. "Remind me of your names again." I said as I looked at the five brothers, all wearing suits and not a single hair out of place.
When none of them spoke up, only offering me hateful stares, Marina spoke up. "This is Dimitri, Fabi, Grigor, Jasha and Kostya." She spoke happily. I see now what Mara meant, she was sinless and carefree. I knew the men's names but I did not care for them. "Why thank you Marina. I never knew you had a sister." I said as I looked amongst the brothers.
Their stares were cold and unnerving. "You will not touch her, do we understand? Marina you cannot talk to either of these men." Dimitri the eldest brother spoke. "Why of course, you have my word." I said.
Raf and I left their company, I had no desire to mess with them. "She couldn't take her eyes off you even with me there." Raf spoke up as he sipped on his drink. "Someone sounds a little jealous." I chuckled.
"Me jealous no." Raf shook his head. I caught him staring at another woman. "I find it interesting at how they protected her by not allowing her any part of their Mafia. Isn't that the opposite of what should happen?" I thought out loud. Raf hummed completely ignoring me.
"Touch me again and I will break your fucking arms!" A voice growled. Everyone looked to where it came from.
"You fucking bitch." A man spat angrily. He was on his ass on the floor. He rubbed his arm as he tried to hide his embarrassment. "That's right, I'm a fucking bitch. Leave me the fuck alone you disgusting pile of shit." The voice threatened.
"I only wanted a good time. Jesus fucking Christ." The man groaned. The voice scoffed and chuckled. "A good time. You? Oh please you and your shrivelled little dick couldn't handle me."
Her voice was powerful and demanding. I could feel my heart race at her choice words. I however, did not recognise the voice. The crowd shortly dispersed making room for me to see the woman.
She was fucking beautiful.
She was tall, her backless dress clung to her curves and her hair was dark as the night sky. Her voice was damn sexy with an edge to it. I watched her talk, her plump lips moved with ease. Oh fuck.
"Who is she?" I asked. I did not know if Raphael was still beside me. "I don't know." He admitted. I smiled. I would find out. Raf stared at me with a knowing look. "Go talk to her Enzo. Although, she might break you arms if you touch her so don't do that." Raf advised.
For the first time in my life, I was nervous.
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Oh my fucking duck where do I begin?
WHO IS SHE is she THE girl?
Do we like Marina, the Russian brothers?
Do we like James Cain? (he is the heir to the British mafia (if you have read Mr and Mrs Mafia you'll know who his dad is))
OMFG 🤣🤣 THE JOKE did you see it!?! When I tell you I pissed my pants I almost did. I wrote the joke (the Armani toddler one) and I wheezed. I had to put my phone down. 🤣
I'm dead why am I like this. There were quite a few jokes like the when Enzo said 'shall I find your mother'... 🤣🤣
Okay enough! Enough. I fucking love this chapter is all I can say.
