And you look even more handsome than you did the day that I left you.
ARYA MARTINEZ
The only thing I wanted to do when I got back to my home was to lay down and sleep. But I knew I couldn't. I needed to head back, right after the dinner incident. To report t to my dad who was waiting for me in his office as soon as I landed back in New York.
I decided to go against informing him that I went to the diner, only telling him what he wanted to know.
Figured that I really didn't get much information there, at least none of which he would want to know. But then again, he would want to know that the don of Italy's mafia wanted to work alongside me.
Something inside me told me that informing him about it wouldn't be the best idea. So, I decided to keep it to myself until something important came up.
Back then when Elijah gave me the offer, I thought he was stupid, or he thought I was stupid. Why would he think I would agree on working with him right after he backstabbed me?
Back at the ball he didn't keep his promise on the contract.
Now that he was don, would things change?
Bizarrely enough, even though it had been half a year ago, I have changed. And he seemed to have changed too, I don't know if for better or for worse.
Everything in me told me to refuse his offer, that's what my dad would want me to do. But I needed to start making decisions of my own. Sooner or later, I would end up being a mafia don and I needed to think like one whether I liked it or not.
I got out of my head when the pilot started to speak on the loudspeaker, we were about to land.
Realizing I still had no idea what I was going to tell my dad.
As I stood at the open door of the airplane, the rushing wind tugged at my hair, sending strands flying in all directions. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of exhilaration and nervous anticipation coursing through my veins.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered all the courage I had and took a step forward, placing my foot on the edge of the plane's doorway. The cold metal of the aircraft sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't allow fear to consume me.
I took a deep breath and walked forward, leaving all my worries behind on the plane.
My chauffeur was already waiting for me when I got out of the plan. Letting me rest the 50 minutes from the airport to my home. Still not knowing what I would exactly tell my dad still filed me with anxiety.
I texted my dad when I was getting out of the black Mercedes. One of the many cars my dad owned. I quickly got a text back, informing me he was in his home office.
As soon as I entered the mansion, I decided to head to the kitchen really quickly. Getting myself a glass of water and an apple, I wasn't a fan of plane food, but I was still hungry from all the hours I made from London to New York.
Walking up the stairs to his office is when I finally decided what to tell him, still right before I opened the door, I let out a huge sigh.
I knocked on the door 3 times before I opened it, my dad greeting me on his office chair, a bunch of papers on his desk layered out in front of him.
"How was the flight?" He gets up handing me a cup of coffee from his coffee machine he has in a table.
"It was fine, thank you for asking" I take a sip of the coffee, feeling my senses becoming more alert by the caffeine entering my system.
He observed me making his way back down onto his office chair. Leading with his hand the chair right in front of him. I sat on it.
I told him, about my encounter in the coffee shop, and the fact that people from both mafias were making a conversation about a truce that both mafias had going on, and the fact that that same night they met up in a restaurant.
Omitting the fact that I made an act of presence there.
He stares at me, finishing off the remaining coffee he had form that morning.
"Interesting." He lets the cup on the table.
"I got another important mission for you Arya."
He seems to look at my face because he quickly laughs "But not until tomorrow, after you have rested." Thank God.
Apparently, there is a suitcase filled with important information, my dad says nobody knows what it has inside, but all mafias are fighting for it. If nobody knows what it has inside why would they want it?
I don't believe him, but I am here to follow rules for now.
My mission is robbing it. Presumably the suitcase is in the hands of a guy name Todd Hudson. He doesn't belong to any mafias, but he is a billionaire, so he definitely has some good connections. There is going to be a bidding on it today. At the four seasons.
The rule is not bidding on it. My dad says that he wants to have a power move on all the other mafias. That giving money for it will be like losing, even if the thing it has inside is so important.
-
Stepping out of the bustling streets of New York City, I find myself standing before the grand entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel. Its towering presence commanded attention, exuding an air of luxury and sophistication that was unmistakable. As I pushed open the polished glass doors, a wave of opulence washed over me, engulfing my senses in a world of elegance and refined beauty.
The lobby stretched out before me, a symphony of marble floors, glistening chandeliers, and exquisite artwork adorning the walls. The soft melodies of a grand piano filled the air, adding a touch of serenity to the atmosphere. The scent of freshly cut flowers permeated the space, creating a fragrant tapestry that embraced me with every breath.
A friendly doorman greeted me with a warm smile, his impeccable uniform exuding professionalism. The concierge desk stood proudly at the center of the lobby, a beacon of assistance in this realm of luxury. Making my way towards it, I marveled at the seamless blend of classic and contemporary design, a testament to the hotel's commitment to elegance.
As I approached the desk, the concierge, clad in a crisp suit, looked up from his work, his eyes twinkling with a genuine desire to assist. His voice was velvety smooth as he asked how he could be of service. I explained that I had a reservation, and with a quick tap on the keyboard, he confirmed my details, ensuring a seamless check-in process.
With keycard in hand, I made my way towards the elevators, each adorned with a polished brass panel. Stepping inside, I marveled at the sleekness of the interior, the mirrored walls reflecting my anticipation and excitement.
The doors opened onto a private corridor, leading me to my suite. The soft, plush carpet silenced my footsteps as I made my way towards the door. With a gentle turn of the key, the door swung open.
The suite was a symphony of tasteful design, blending contemporary aesthetics with timeless elegance. The soft lighting cast a warm glow, illuminating the space adorned with sumptuous furnishings.
I stepped onto the private balcony, a hidden oasis amidst the bustling city below. The panoramic view of New York City's iconic skyline stretched out before me, a sight that never failed to captivate. It was a breathtaking reminder of the grandeur and energy of this metropolis, framed by the Four Seasons' commitment to luxury.
Incoming text...
What you are looking for is in room 301.
What?
I try to look into who could have sent me that text.
Whoever did it has good technology knowledge, since I could not track it.
Something got over me, a new sense of confidence. I decided to take my chances and take the bait.
Nobody but my dad knows I am here.
I slipped into the hotel room, my heart pounding with adrenaline. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the city's lights seeping through the partially closed curtains.
Carefully, I closed the door behind me, my footsteps silent on the plush carpeting. The suitcase sat innocently on the bed. I approached it cautiously, my gloved hands ready to handle any unforeseen obstacles.
I glanced around the room, making sure I was alone. The clock on the bedside table ticked away, reminding me of the precious seconds I had before someone returned. I didn't have much time.
The sound of footsteps outside the door made my heart skip a beat. Panic surged through me, but I fought to maintain my composure. I swiftly took the suitcase. In one fluid motion, I slung the bag over my shoulder, ready to make my escape.
With the room restored to its previous state, I took a deep breath and approached the door, my hand reaching for the handle. I paused, listening intently, as the footsteps grew louder, nearing the room. Time seemed to slow down, and my mind raced, calculating my next move.
As the door handle turned, I steeled myself, ready to confront whoever entered. But to my relief, it was only a hotel staff member, engrossed in conversation with someone down the hallway. I seized the opportunity and slipped out of the room; the stolen loot securely hidden away.
As I made my way down the corridor, blending into the crowd, a mix of exhilaration coursed through my veins.
I disappeared into the shadows, leaving the hotel behind. Thankful to that unknown person that helped me success in my mission.
-
I entered the mansion very late at night, so I wasn't expecting my father to be there waiting for me. I opened the door of his office and well enough he wasn't inside, I just left the subcase there for when he woke up. Making a mental note for me to visit him tomorrow first thing in the morning to check up on him and what was the next move.
Finally, I went upstairs, longing my bed. Every body part in me ached. These past few days I hadn't been sleeping as I should've, and it had started to take a toll on my health.
An eerie feeling hung around the walls as I was making my way upstairs. As if someone was watching me, but I shook it off, I don't believe in ghosts. Humans are scary enough.
Oddly enough, my bedroom door was closed shut. I didn't leave it that way before I left.
I brushed off the feeling, surely it was Maria. We always borrowed each other's clothes. She must have needed a top or something.
To my surprise as soon as I opened the door I got greeted by a strange figure in my bed, hiding in the shadows.
I got the gun that was hiding in my pocket, and pointed at it as I turned on the lights in my room.
His back was turned to me, but I could recognize his lavish and expensive dark suit, raven black, and toned back even being covered by the suit.
Elijah de Luca.
I closed the door before anyone saw him here.
"Took you long enough, do you known that it's impolite to keep guests waiting" He turned to face me. Cold eyes penetrating mine.
Still keeping the gun pointed at him. "What are you doing in my room? I won't ask twice."
He got up off my bed. I examined him as he took his suit jacket off, revealing his inked neck. His muscles tensing with the slight movement he took.
"You won't shoot. Remember the truce we have going on." Smooth fucker.
"I don't recall it entailing you sneaking into my room" He walked up to me, closing the distance between us with every long stride he took.
"I need your help."