Chapter Three
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Draven was one of the under bosses who was known for his ruthless and cunningness, his smile was specially designed to deceive his enemies and make them feel they were two steps ahead.
Damien was no fool, he could easily see through the cunning mask on Draven's face and he knew fully well not to trust the man or trust his antics. Damien gave Kelvin a signal, which Kelvin immediately understood.
"Mr. Draven, please this way. We tailored the lounge area to your taste as specified by your assistant." Kelvin remarked, leading the way up the stairs, he was quickly to throw the Russia boss assistant into the conversation to avoid being picked on.
Kelvin unlike most Mafia subordinates was full of life, loved the little things of life, enjoyed doing menial things but was also cunning and blood thirsty. His simple and polished look, gave the impression of him being a fool but he was far from that.
Everyone went up the stairs, while Damien soared a glare towards the other stairway. He could not take off the art curator from his thoughts. He found something fishing about the way she acted.
He would deal with that when his meeting with the Russians was over.
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Amara sighed helplessly after climbing up the stairs, she stared at the open space, wowed at the decorations at the roof top. The stairs led to the roof top, where it was quiet and the night sky looked beautiful.
Amara made her way towards the bench placed at the roof top, her legs already aching from wearing heels. She loved wearing gowns but not heels. The gowns looked beautiful on her but the heels always made her tired.
Her search today has been futile, there was no sign of her dad, neither were they signs of anyone who seemed to know anything about her father.
Amara felt it was space up here and so removed her mask, she breathed in fresh air, exhaling and inhaling to calm her spiked nerves.
"Dad, where are you?" She muttered sadly, staring at the sky.
Her father always wanted her never to worry, he always told her, he would be there for her no matter what, but now, he was nowhere to be found. He left her, alone, in this world.
Amara could not hold back the tingling sensation in her eyes, she tried blinking back the tears but it only caused the tears to fall down her cheeks. Rolling from her eyes, down to her cheeks.
While Amara was lost in thought, she failed to notice the man who was standing by the edge of the roof top. The man turned back and rushed out of there, completely unnoticed by Amara.
Taking out her phone from her bag, Amara realized she had received a text from Mara. The text was enough to distract her from her worries.
From Mara:
"Amara Vale! How dare you steal my invitation for the gala? More importantly, how dare you put your life in danger? You have directly thrown yourself into the lion's den."
Amara laughed, lucky for her, Mara was more worried about her than the invitation and the dress stolen.
Amara sent a text back to Mara, urging her not to worry, she promised to make it out alive from the lion's den.
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At the other side of the stairs, the bulky man climbed up the stairs, stood behind Demien and bent down to whisper something into Damien's ears. The conversation in the room went silent, as he whispered to Damien.
The Russian boss is unhappy with the disruption in the meeting, his expression showed how displeased he was.
Surrounding the balcony, there were different men with all kinds of guns on their hands, half of the men belonged to Damien while the other half belonged to the Russian boss.
Damien's eyes flashed with an intriguing look, the bored and disinterested look in his eyes getting replaced by intrigue.
Kelvin wondered who or what was responsible for his boss's sudden change in moods. His boss barely got excited for anyone.
"What do you suggest I do Boss?" The bulky man asked, pulling away from Damien's ears. Standing tall, he was no different from men who loved wrestling and got their bully build from wrestling.
"Stand down. I will be there soon." Damien replied.
The bulky nodded, offered a bow and left the lounge.
"Mr. Rossi, it seems something must have come up. Do you need to leave and attend to it?" Draven asked, his eyes shining with curiosity.
"It's nothing that can not wait. Should we proceed?" Damien asked, diverting the topic. He had to get done with this meeting in 20 minutes, nothing less or more.
~ 20 minutes later.
"Mr. Rossi, with the agreement that has been made by both parties, I believe I can comfortably carry out my smuggling goods without my men being interrupted and searched?" Draven asked, the smile on his face gone, replaced by a calculating look.
"You can consider it done. We are allies now." Damien says.
Draven stands up, stretching his hand forward, he was grateful for the alliance that had just been forced between the Italian and Russian Mafia's.
Damien accepted the hand shake, before enduring Kelvin to show them to the party and the room arranged for them, he had something else to do.
"My subordinate will keep you entertained, thank you." Damien remarked before leaving, he didn't stay behind to continue chatting.
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Amara was busy typing on her phone at the roof top,she was done with the party for today, all she wanted was to go home and get some needed relaxation.
To Mara:
"On my way back to your apartment, spare me the lectures already."
Amara was not particularly lucky with friendships but she was grateful to have made friends who could help her get into places, events etc. She would just carry out one more search before leaving to go home.
"Hello Kitten, going somewhere?" A deep baritone voice muttered, the tone shimmering with excitement and tension.
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