The Smell
“What are you doing sniffing me like a dog? Move.” She pushed his head away and stepped backward, a frown settling on her face. “I need to go check up on the kitchen. I forgot to tell you that Emily said I’ve been assigned the job of checking on the servants in the kitchen. We need to make sure that the foods are well prepared.
She stood on her tiptoes and landed a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be back soon, dear husband. Don’t miss me too much.”
She swiveled around, intending to head back to the other kitchen where the foods were being prepared. Emily had informed her that every lady of the family was assigned a supervision job. Some were assigned to the party hall, some to the rooms and she’d been assigned to the kitchen.
But before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a hand pull her backward and she ended up colliding into Xavier’s chest, she groaned at the sight of her makeup that had smeared his suit. She hit his arms lightly. “Xavier, you’re going to ruin my makeup. Why pull me so hard?”
“The goddamn make up is not important at the moment,” he said, his voice laced with urgency and panic. “You have to take off this dress this instant.” He sniffled on her dress for a second time and began pulling her toward the stairs.
“Where are we going? Why do I have to take it off? Xavier.” The intensity of her call caused the guest to look at them in confusion and she had to bow her head lightly, smiling at them in reassurance that everything was okay.
“Just keep shut and come with me. I’ll explain it all when we get to the room.”
Mrs Romano stepped up before them, stopping them in their tracks.
“Where are you both going? The party has just begun. You know what your grandmother just announced? She said that the party is going to last all day and that’s the reason she decided to start in the morning.” The woman sighed. “Goodness, she’s having this party like it’s her last in the world and I….”
“Step out of the way, mother.” Both women flinched at Xavier’s tone, their eyes immediately snapping to him.
“Xavier!”
“Step out of the way. I’ll see you later. This is goddamn important.” When the woman said nothing and just kept staring at him like he grew ten heads, he lightly shoved her out of the way and raced up the stairs with Elaine behind him. He kept pulling her until they got to the room and he threw her in before closing the door after them.
“Xavier, that was harsh to your mother. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Like he didn’t hear her yell at him for the manners at which he spoke with his mother in, he stormed to her, bent before her and with his hands firmly holding the hem of her dress, he tore it apart, the sound of the tear reverberating in the whole room.
Only when he tore the dress fully from her body and threw it to the floor did he rise from the floor and faced her. Elaine couldn’t let out a word. She kept staring into space as if trying to register Xavier’s abnormal behavior in her head. She gasped as she realized that her pretty pink dress that Emily had brought in the morning was infact no more and Xavier had torn it to the point of no return.
Anger washed through her every being and before she knew it, her fist was hitting on his chest several times, her eyes glistening in anger. “How could you destroy such dress without any reason? Do you know how much I liked the dress? You better start speaking now, Xavier because this isn’t funny at all. It was a gift from your mother.”
“How about you start watching what you take from fucking anyone. Before you take something or even think of putting it in you, ask me next time.”
“It’s from your mother.”
“Fuck, it’s not. This dress.” He pointed at the dress pooled on the floor in pieces, his eyes burning in rage and he resisted the urge to let it take over him. “It fucking have a fire reactor and the moment you step close to fire, it’s going to fucking explode. Do you know what that means?”
She stiffened, her hands stopping in their tracks. Her legs trembled at his words and her heartbeat increased rapidly. “That is not true. How would you know? It’s not possible.”
“I knew from the smell. I’ll fucking recognize that smell wherever I smell it.” It wasn't new news that he was a part of the mafia. He had experience in such things and he knew for a fact what the dress contained. He’d seen it countless times in his life, how women of the mafia family take each other down and as a leader, it was part of his training to recognize something as dangerous as that.
It was one of the main reasons why women were hardly ever allowed into the mafia. They were blinded by emotions and acted in the most irrational way ever, like putting fire reactors in the others' dresses and making them burn, sometimes to death.
“Th…then how is it possible to have such a dangerous thing in someone’s dress? Who would want to see me burn? This is confusing.”
Xavier threw his fingers into his hair, brushing them backward in frustration. “We shouldn’t have fucking come here in the first place. We shouldn’t have, I knew it was a bad idea from the fucking start.”
The door of the room swung open at that moment and Mrs Romano stepped in, beside her was Margaret. They stared at the both of them in confusion, looking over from Anna to Xavier. “What is the commotion about? Lower your voices if you’re going to fight. There are guests downstairs.”
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