Chapter 6

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"Bait?" I stared at Linia that was toying with a gun.

"Yes." He confirmed, aiming the gun out the window from the room and shot. I flinched, causing the woman that was doing my makeup to swipe the brush right off my face.

"Sorry." I apologized, but she didn't even acknowledge it. I resisted the temptation of rolling my eyes, and looked back at the mirror. My black hair was curled, framing my tan face. My green eyes stood out from the long and dark lashes that the woman had oh-so-kindly placed on my lids. My red, vibrant lips matched my red, long dress. All in all, I looked like I was about to walk the classy-slut look. "I do look like a slut, don't I?" I turned to Silvano who was also hanging out in the room.

Even though I had only been here a week, and yes, I did manage to piss off bossy man enough for him to have Silvano and Linia return to guarding me again. Still, I shared a room with him, and if he was around, he'd have me with him, far away, but in the same room. I also learned that this wasn't some sort of gang, this was the mafia. Difference was that this organization ran across the entire country and then some. Also, ever since that Moretti guy died, Vescovi was the biggest mafia boss there was. Not to mention, Vescovi was bossy man. So not only did I share a room with the man I thought was the most intimidating man, but the whole damn world thought of him as intimidating too.

"What's the right answer?" Silvano tilted his head, staring at me through the mirror.

"The honest one."

"Well," he took a deep breath and looked at me as the woman finished my blush and let me stand up. "I just think it's the lips."

I turned to look at Linia, but he wasn't paying attention, so I grabbed a pillow and tossed it to his head, but he caught it. "Yeah, sure, or it could be the fact that you're about to put on the highest high heels I have ever seen." He said, eyeing the heels in the corner of the room by the couch.

"True, you're tall enough, I don't think they should make you look like a giraffe." Silvano agreed, the woman that did my makeup walked out as Vescovi, aka, bossy man, walked in.

I quickly turned to the mirror and grabbed one of the tissues she left and wiped my mouth. Grabbing the nude lipstick, I dotted my lips with it. "We're leaving." Vescovi grumbled out, tossing Silvano a gun. Linia walked out of the room silently, followed by Silvano. I could instantly feel the tension fill the room, but I acted as if I wasn't bothered by it. "Before we go, I do have to tell you that your brother, Yosh-"

"Josh." I corrected him, padding my way to the heels and slipping them on.

"Josh," he muttered before looking up from his stupid phone. "Is here."

I immediately froze, the black straps of my heels stuck in my manicured hands. I could only stare at Vescovi as he bent down to tighten them around my ankles, clearly trying to hurry the process, but I couldn't believe that Josh was alive. I blinked back the tears and breathed in. "Can I see him?" I pleaded as he finished up one ankle and moved to the other one, his fingers moving swiftly.

"He's downstairs with the other guests. I will have you know, though," he said as he pulled out a black, lacy garter out of his pocket and neared me to wrap it around my thigh. "Tonight, you will only smile and shake hands. If they ask you how are you doing, you answer, other than that, pretend you didn't hear it." He huffed, his warmth breath tickling me as he pulled out a gun. "This is for an emergency, if something happens, use it." He pulled me closer as he slipped it inside the garter and I shivered by the cold metal, then his warm hands tracing after the sensation.

"Is he staying here?" I asked him, grabbing his arm as we walked out of the room. I looked at him, anxiously waiting for him to answer.

"No." He stopped in front of an elevator and pressed the button. "Another thing," he let a couple of guards out of the elevator before we got in. "Josh is being hunted right now, they also found out that you're in this mess, which makes you their first target."

"Why?" I looked at him in horror, I couldn't believe it. "I did nothing! I was dragged into this by Joshua, and I did-"

"I know," he interrupted me, pulling out a box from his suit jacket. "So I made a deal with him, which he has yet to decide on." He started, but now it was my turn to interrupt.

"What deal?"

He grunted and reached over to hit the stop button on the elevator. "You're what everyone wants now, because if they have you, they can control Yoshua." I let him continue, not bothering on correcting him. "I'll be damned foolish if I don't realize that the only reason he's here is because of you, so I told him that I'd keep you here, in perfect health, as long as he helps with the information that he has, and that I need."

"So why is he still thinking about it?" I questioned, frowning as he hit the button again, and the elevator moved again.

"The binding contract between us," he said, opening the box and giving me an engagement ring. "It's marriage," I immediately opened my mouth to protest, he but grabbed my hand and shoved it onto my ring finger. "Nobody is going to think twice about taking you from me," he said, making sure the ring fit.

"But they will if I'm engaged to the biggest Mafia Boss there is." I finished, understanding where he was going.

The elevator doors opened and he walked out, "exactly." He pulled me beside him by the arm until we arrived at the entrance of doors, two big and buff guys standing on either side. "Remember, no talking unl-"

"Unless it's how are you, ignore everything else, and use the gun in case of an emergency." I droned, looking through the doors to see if Josh was anywhere in sight. "Yes, I know." I nodded and looked up at him to find him looking down at me.

"Let's go, then." He nodded at the guards who opened the doors for us, and I placed my hand inside the crook of his elbow and arm as we entered. I immediately felt the tension in the room envelop us, but I kept my pose firm and continued to look for Josh's mop of blonde hair. We walked around a bit, saying hello to a group of people before moving on to the next, and I let out a gasp when I saw a mop of blonde hair. Everyone turned to me, weird expressions plastered on their faces, and I smiled politely.

"I just saw the most amazing thing." I lied, forcing out a smile and watching as the people turned around, but I was disappointed when Silvano's ugly face appeared, revealing that it wasn't Josh. "You guys should definitely check out the gambling table, I hear that once you start, you can't stop." I joked as a few of the older men laughed, the women forced smiles. Fake, jealous bitches. I felt Vescovi's arm fall from mine before he took my hand, and gave me a cautioning squeeze.

I ignored it focused on the bar, where another blonde head was sitting at. The group of people slowly walked away, and Vescovi pulled me to the side. "What did I tell you?" He growled in my ear, forgetting about the people passing by. "It's bad enough you're related to the killer of Moretti, and the fact that you're engaged to the most powerful man in the world, but now you want to play the crazy woman part?"

I huffed and jerked my hand from his, "I thought I saw my brother. Is he even here?" I set my eyes on his as he glowered down at me.

"Yes, but he's with Linia and Silvano, you won't see him until the end." He took my hand again, and looked around the room. "The room should be safe now, let's go." He pulled me to the center.

"Wait," I sped up my tired steps. "Safe for what?" I asked as suddenly everyone watched us, and Vescovi grabbed a glass of champagne.

"Everyone, may I have your attention?" He loudly announced even though everyone was already looking at us. "As you all can tell, I have not arrived alone at this dinner party tonight. This is my fiancée, Ayva Collins, soon to be Ayva Vescovi. I am proud to announce that we will be wedded within a couple of months, so let's toast to that." He raised his glass and smiled at the various people in the crowds. There were some smiling, some glaring, some expressionless, everyone had their own opinion, and I looked up to Vescovi's face for some help only to be met with his face leaning down to mine as he kissed my lips.

I felt his strong arm snake around my waist, and I closed my eyes, feeling his lips move gently across mine, his intoxicating smell invading my senses. I reached for his face with my hand and cupped his defined jaw, but he pulled away, my eyes still closed from the sensation. I couldn't believe that Vescovi had just kissed me in the middle of a crowd. Crowd! I snapped my eyes open and looked around us as people tentatively clapped. I smiled at them until I finally saw a mop of blonde hair staring back at us, disappointed.

I felt my smile fade and quickly moved to reach him, but the weight of an arm pulled back. "Where are you going?" Vescovi whispered in my ear, and I turned to him, very aware of the proximity we had while half of the guests continued to watch us.

"My brother," I stuttered out, "he's here." I pleaded silently, and he clenched his jaw before letting my hand go.

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