Chapter 2
Petra POV
I searched through my pocket, looking for the one thing that could keep my mind sane: a vape. After inhaling the smoke and blowing it out, I sighed in relief as a wave of calmness washed over me.
Never had I thought for a moment that I would still be working with the Mafia don until this very minute. It had all started as a means to get money for Nana's surgery. Despite having to secure the money, it was a great responsibility that I completed my contract, despite getting exhausted with the don.
The only reason I used the vape was to avoid having to touch charcoal. I was already an adept user of the vape, and I couldn't imagine finishing off several cigarettes in one sitting.
The fact remained that the Mafia don could not keep me here forever. Once my contract has elapsed, it will mark the beginning of my journey to freedom after several years, and I can't wait.
After a while, I cleaned myself up to get rid of the smoke and returned inside the lab to continue with the supervision. The gruesome sight I had seen earlier in the back room was long gone from my memory.
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Blake POV
While I searched through the wardrobe for a good tuxedo to wear, my mind was filled with several thoughts about the party, which the Mafia don had organized. I had long been with the man to understand that whenever a party is held in such a manner, it usually ends with having to caution persons in his camp who have failed to fall in line.
A lot of people would call my alliance with the Mafia don an unholy union, but it was much better than having to stay neutral in this line of business. Running an entire business without any support was the beginning of the end for any business owner, and I wasn't one to take such a risk.
Having finished dressing up, I stared in the mirror, filled with smiles at the sort of man I had become. Having to step out of my father's shadow and create my own legacy has always been my goal, and I was glad it was yielding results at this point.
Scrolling through my phone, I was able to get a sense of the location through the text the don had sent to me. I smiled, knowing it was most definitely going to be a very long evening, and I was ready for all the fun it brought.
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Petra POV
Night was almost upon us when we finished from the lab. Irene, as usual, was right behind me as we moved out of the lab and towards the car. At the latter part of the day, I had received information about a party the don had organized, and without being told, I knew it was compulsory to attend the party.
Irene always had a stoic face, and this made it really dangerous for most men to engage her in any meaningful conversation.
When we arrived at my apartment, I quickly changed out of my work clothes and changed into something quite simple but still classy: a black gown that hung tightly around my curves.
When I returned back to the living room, all fully dressed, the look Irene had on her face—despair trying to mask it off with her customary stoic face—was one that portrayed jealousy. I was aware of the fact that she was jealous of the sort of curves that I had been blessed with. While it looked absurd, these were simply facts.
The idea of having to go to a party wasn't one that sat well with me. However, the don had sent the text message himself, and it was a subtle way of saying it was mandatory to be available at the party.
After several minutes of driving through the long express road, we finally arrived at the designated location for the party. It was the Don's crib, and several cars were parked outside the place while a loud voice could be heard blasting from the inside.
"I know you aren't a child, but it is important that I still warn you about having to lose sight of you. It is my job to protect you and allow me to do my job." Irene said that right before we could get out of the car. It was the most she had spoken to me since we stepped out of the lab.
Several men stood by the entrance, all armed with guns. They were muscular and had a death stare on their faces. Upon seeing Irene, they stepped aside, and we both made our way into the crib.
For the first time in a long while, I felt completely claustrophobic as I walked through several bodies, never losing sight of Irene. It wasn't long for the party to take on a new dimension as the disc jockey switched the music, which meant more bodies clustering against one another and blocking my path.
I had lost sight of Irene, and despite looking around, hoping I could see a woman dressed up in her customary latex suit, she was nowhere to be found.
Slowly, I made my way out of the numerous hormonal ladies and horny men that were staring down at me like predators and sat on a long couch, which had several strange faces.
However, one peculiar man kept staring down at me, and it was slowly making me uncomfortable. From my peripheral vision, I noticed he was a little bit different from the rest of the men here, almost as though he was a business associate to the Mafia don. His stares simply meant that he wanted to engage me in conversation, but I didn't want to talk. I pulled out my phone, trying to distract myself from the heated stare and hoping he would give up at some point, but he was resilient, and I was losing my patience at that moment but still held my peace.