The Don's Captive Lover

The Don's Game

Ava sat before an ornate mirror, its edges adorned with an oddly 24-karat gold, and the glass itself, likely crafted from high-quality silica. As she applied a precise mascara line to her eyes, she paused to assess her reflection. "That will do," she murmured, reaching for a bold red lipstick.

Her mind, however, wandered beyond the makeup. The weight of the evening pressed upon her. Two concerns dominated her thoughts. First, Donatello's unusual behavior; he had never been so accommodating before. Had he undergone therapy? She wondered.

The second concern lay on the king-sized bed beside her – the sleek black gown. Donatello had surprisingly procured the exact design she had described hours earlier, stirring fear within her. Especially considering the haste with which he had acquired it. Undoubtedly, the gown's price tag exceeded the twenty-four thousand dollars she had mentioned, and what he bought was a hundred and twenty-four thousand dollars.

And now, he insisted she wear it to the dinner party he had been invited to.

The main thing again apart from those two thoughts which bothered her the most, was the Dinner Party itself.

Ava stood up from Infront of the mirror, ".... This isn't about the ordinary business he always go to... This one is different?."

She walked towards the bed, where she picked up the black gown, ".... Something definitely is wrong. I know Donatello to being someone who would always shout out loud.... Then, continue moving up and down.... Keeping the whole house in shaking terror."

She recalled all, especially that night when she hid herself in the old wardrobe in the basement... Those memories remained fresh.

She heaved a sign, and shook her head in confusion, ".... This... Something is definitely not right."

However, she slipped on the black gown.

Immediately the fabric touched her skin, she became aware of what 'Extra-expensive' felt like.

Normally, the other business events she and Donatello had gone to, were not mostly with over expensive clothes, although the wristwatches worn not just by Donatello, but the other mob bosses were the same as over a million or even more.

With Wealth, authority takes hold.

But, now, the hold she wanted was who would lace the stripes of the gown.

"Okay...."

Her fingers tried, but it didn't work.

".... Maybe if I can—"

"You have to do it like this...."

Donatello's voice startled her as his fingers brushed against hers, while holding the strapped lace.

"One flip over the other," Donatello's deep voice sent shivers down her spine. "You're a quick one, getting ready and dressing up." His compliment surprised her.

Ava nodded, her mind racing. This unexpected kindness unsettled her. Donatello, helpful and polite? It was a facade she couldn't trust. Trapped with him for months, possibly years, she'd grown accustomed to his yelling and life-threatening tone. Now, he seemed... romantic?

Fear gripped her. Ava's instincts screamed that something was amiss.

She decided to test his patience, "DONATELLO MORANO! I DIDN'T SAY YOU SHOULD—"

Suddenly, he spun her around, facing him. As their eyes met, he raised her chin.

".... You truly know what you are doing, don't you?." A deep voice left his mouth and Ava became shocked, as he leaned in.

She took a step back, "Are you trying to seduce me?" She asked, confused.

Donatello replied calmly, ".... Yes."

"What did you say?" She fired at him.

Then, his eyes turned narrowed as he replied, "Nothing." He turned towards the door, and before he left, he said, ".... Make sure you are downstairs by fifteen minutes from now."

These were the only words spoken by him before he walked away, leaving Ava in the highest form of confusion.

*******

Ava settled into the plush, red leather seat of the expensive car, feeling a mix of anxiety and unease. As the vehicle pulled away from Don's mansion, she couldn't shake the sense of being out of her depth.

Normally, Donatello would escort her to such events, but today he was nowhere to be found. Fifteen minutes ago, when she'd left the mansion, he'd already vanished. Now, Ava faced the daunting prospect of attending the dinner party alone.

The unfamiliar setting intensified her apprehension. She longed for someone to guide her through the evening, to offer reassurance. But Donatello's absence left her feeling vulnerable.

Defying Don's instructions, Ava had chosen Mister Davison as her driver, opting for his familiar presence over the unknown chauffeur assigned by Donatello. As the car glided through the streets, Mister Davison's silence was a comforting constant.

Only when they merged onto the main road did Mister Davison speak, his voice low and reassuring. "We'll arrive shortly, Miss Ava. The venue is the Grand Bellvue Hotel. I'll ensure you're safely escorted inside."

"Thanks a lot, Mister D," Ava said, her voice of gratitude. "By chance, do you know what this dinner party is about?"

Mister Davison's expression turned neutral, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Not really, Miss Ava. As a driver, I'm only informed about the location, not the details. What happens inside is beyond my clearance."

Ava nodded slowly, her mind racing with uncertainty. "So, I'm walking into this blind, with zero understanding."

Mister Davison's gaze flicked towards her in the rearview mirror, a hint of empathy in his eyes. "You'll be fine, Miss Ava. Just be yourself."

*****

The car came to a stop in front of a luxurious gate, and just from the road right to the location, one could tell that definitely something big was taking place.

The guard at the front of the gate welcomed them with a respectful bow, he didn't care to check out any form of identification.

And this left Ava wondering, "... Maybe probably no one in their right mind would come to this party?"

However, the car was packed among the others, and as Ava stepped out, she knew instantly what it meant to be one with a high status. What helped her out at this point, was the expensive car which brought her in, and the cloth which she wore.