{Your POV}
It was the night of the party. Mr. Bianchi had invited literally everyone in town and more. It didn't matter rather you were rich or poor, Mr. Bianchi gave off the impression 'if he likes you, then you get invited'.
The guards were placed everywhere, every corner of the mansion and yard. As I looked out the window of the car as it pulled up to the front, I held onto Zakaria's hand.
He lifted it and kissed it gently. "Are you nervous, little dove?"
"It's not everyday that you get invited to a Mafia dons mansion, little lone a party. I should have worn something else, this is not proper" I tried to flatten out my silky glittery black dress.
"You look ravishing as always. I am sure that no one will dare think or say anything against what you are wearing." Zakaria said, sliding his fingers into mine and intertwining them together. He lifted our hands up to his mouth and gently kissed my palm. "Shall we go show you off?"
I blushed at his words and walked with him until we reached the door of the mansion. The chattering of people near by caught my attention. But it wasn't who they were, it was more so of what they were saying.
"That's Miss. Romano, she killed her former husband"
"Wasn't she linked with Mr. Evans and Mr. Stan? What is she doing with Mr. Bane?"
"She married Mr. Bane. Perhaps, the others weren't good enough for her or she just likes to dick hop onto whoever is richer"
All these were coming from women. Such things and words were indeed upsetting and not true at all. I wanted to say something, go over and speak to them. I was going too, if it wasn't for the little pul that I got from Zakaria.
I looked at him and he had a firm expression on his face. An expression that read 'Let them say what they want. You are powerful and stronger than those women. A Queen.'
I opened my mouth to at least say something to him, but I was met with closed eyes and a slight shake from his head. Not to mention his grip got firmer.
"Mr and Mrs. Bane. It is so lovely of you both to join us this evening. Thank you for attending and I hope you enjoy the events of this evening." Said, a tall and handsome man.
I took it further to inspect the man. He had a nice kept beard, a strong jawline that suited his gorgeous green eyes and he looked well fit, under that suit which curved his body shape nicely.
Had I imagine this man to be old and fat? Yes. He proved me wrong. He looked so young and he was apparently. Only thirty years old.
"Mr. Bianchi, we are grateful for the invite and thank you for this opportunity to host us at this magnificent event you're holding." Zakaria said.
This was the Mafia Don that had invited me personally. I immediately curtsy without taking my eyes off him.
"Oh dear, it is alright. You don't need to do that, you are my guest. A gorgeous guest that I invited personally. Most of these guests are my wife's friends or business partners of mine."
"Thank you, Mr. Bianchi for inviting me. It is a great honour to be here tonight" I simply replied.
"Speaking of business..." Zakaria wanted to say, but got cut off.
"I will not be conducting business tonight" Mr Bianchi said.
"It would be beneficial to have this meeting, Mr Bianchi"
I saw him think hard about it and saw his eyes slightly move past my head and as I was able to do the same and move my head towards he had been distracted with, he coughed and caught my attention again.
"On second thought, I think I can conduct some business before dinner. Shall we head inside?"
Zakaria nodded and as I was lightly being dragged inside, I whipped my head again to see a car stopping and the back doors being opened. Coming out of the car were two very well dressed man.
But before I could take anything in, I was swept around the corner and out of sight. I walked with Zakaria and we followed Mr. Bianchi towards his wife. Who he introduced us to, who happens couldn't take her eyes off Zakaria. Making me feel somewhat possessive of him and wrapped my hand around his bicep.
"This must be the lovely Mrs. Bane. I am Mrs. Bianchi" She said.
I took a quick glance of her features and saw her wrinkles, her grey hairs and knew that I shouldn't possessive or jealous. Nothing to worry about.
"Mr. Bane, shall we head towards my office?"
"Dear, I thought you weren't going to conduct business tonight?"
"I know, sweetheart. But this is important or else I wouldn't be conducting it" He leaned into her, getting close to her ear and I saw his lips move, but couldn't hear anything.
Next moment, her eyes diverted past me the same way as Mr. Bianchi's did. She lightly kissed his lips and placed her palm on his cheek. "Be done before dinner is served. I shall keep Mrs. Bane some company. Show her the garden"
"Thank you sweetheart" Mr. Bianchi turned to us "I may be a Mafia Don, but it is my gorgeous wife who is head boss" He smiled and I laughed at his little inside joke.
I watched as Zakaria was swept away and I was led away from the guests towards the outside.
I didn't realise how cold it had been, not when Zakaria was beside me keeping the warmth inside me.
"Dear, are you okay?"
I was brought out of my trance. "I am sorry, I didn't realise it got cold and should have brought something warmer, wore something warmer"
"Just remember that you are a wife of a Mafia Don. You do not apologise, do not bend the knee to anyone. My husband was right when he called me the head boss, I make the final decisions. How do you think he has been kept alive all this time?" She smiled and suddenly I felt relived. "I have somewhere we can go. It will warm you up"
I followed her further into the garden. I looked back and the mansion was barely lit by the dim lights. I was scared that she would kill me and take Zakaria.
"This is my favourite place. I love to sit at that little bench and looked towards the stars. It warms me up to know that everything I wish for, believe in, everything I ever wanted has come true. Maybe we should sit for a little bit and you can gaze up into the stars"
We sat and my head shot straight up. It was a lovely sight, seeing the stars and the moon staring back at me. I closed my eyes and thought about everything that had happened. Being thankful for Zakaria who had saved me.
"You were right, this is amazing" I said, opening my eyes to look at Mrs. Bianchi. But she wasn't anywhere around. "Great! She's left me alone and to die" I said to myself out loud.
"You will not die tonight..."
"Nor will you be alone..."
Two male voices caught my ears attention and I stood up, turning and facing them. It was those two men that I quickly saw getting out of the car.
"Stop where you are... I can scream very loud" I said, backing up.
"If I recall, you can scream very loud" one said with a smirk.
"Not now..."
"What? I was lightening up the mood"
The two men convulse into a conversation and I was looking for a way out. "I will scream for my husband. He will be here and he'll kill you both"
"I would bring on that so called husband. But I am afraid he will be the one to die"
I looked towards the man that suddenly bowed his head. Like he was sad in what I had said. "You need to leave now, before I hurt you"
"You have hurt me enough... Please don't hurt me anymore." The man with his head bowed, looked back up and with the moon so bright, I saw his eyes.
The same eyes as my son...
That stranger that was looking at me when I put my sweet boy to bed...
I was becoming confused and scared...
"Baby Doll..."
"Bunny..."
They both said those nicknames and I felt a chill run down my whole entire body...
I was about to open my mouth...
About to speak...
When I felt pair of hands behind me, grabbing my right arm tight.
"Little dove..." I lifted my head up to see an angry Zakaria. He was fuming and his tight only got tighter on my arm. "It is nice to see you both well and alive... Christopher and Sebastian." He said those names.
My eyes went back to them, to the two men and suddenly i realised something about them...
They were the two men that had kidnapped me and Zakaria saved me from them. Before I could even acknowledge what was going on, Zakaria pulled his gun out and aimed it right at them...
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Author's Note:
The men have finally caught up to y/n and to Zakaria. How will this little meeting go and was this the plan of Mrs. Bianchi all along, trying to get y/n away from Zakaria?