81- Masquerade Ball - Part 4

Isabella

“What did you just say to me?” asks bimbo barbie as she continues to look me in the eyes.

“I said…. Fuck YOU” I say, finally snapping. “The only slut I see standing here are you three. As for Lucus, he’s NOT yours, he’s MINE! My father gave him to me along with Grant, Alex and Tony. All of them are mine. So back the fuck off before I do something you’ll end up regretting.”

Lifting a hand, I move to slap her for good measure before moving to shove her away from me before I gagged off her breath. My feet now leading me back towards the door of the bathroom and where I would have made it too if it wasn’t for the burning sensation that I felt against my head as I suddenly hit the hard bathroom floor with a thud. My head now hitting the hard marble flooring as I move to curl into a fetal position.

Sharp searing pain now radiating all along my body and skin as they continue their assault along my body. A metallic taste beginning to form within my mouth until suddenly darkness takes over and I black out under the intense pain raining down and around my body.

By the time I awaken, I instantly feel my lungs begin to burn for air as if someone or something was trying to suffocate me. My eyes now snapping wide open only to notice that my head was suddenly submerged in water.

Inhaling the water by accident, I try to force my head up and out of the water only to feel a firm hand against the back of it, the hand keeping me in place without much effort as I continue to struggle within my spot.

NO. This is NOT how I plan to die. Not here and not now.

Struggling to free myself yet again, I finally manage to reach for the person that was behind me. My head now lightheaded from the lack of oxygen as I’m suddenly submerged even further, my nails digging into the flesh that was behind me as a screech reaches my ears.

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

Satisfied with my handiwork, my body continues to fight for survival even as I continue to try and free myself from their grip. Darkness creeping at the border of my vision only to gasp for air when I’m finally released, my head suddenly yanked from the water as I begin coughing uncontrollably for the much needed air to my lungs.

My lungs now on fire with each breath that I seem to take in. My vision blurry even as I try to see who it was that saved me. Warm hands coming to cup me by the face as I continue to focus my gaze, my eyes steadily seeing who it was that was holding me.

Alex. 

Alex slowly coming into focus if only for a minute. A smile gracing his lips as he moves to kiss me on the forehead, his arms drawing me close as I cling to him as if he was my only life line. Shifting my focus for only a second, I instantly move to see Lucus, Grant and Tony along with Marco and Enzo. Each of them looking more murderous than the next. Lucus’s 1911 Springfield now hanging from his hand just as I finally give into the darkness that threatened to consume me. A piece of me knowing that I was finally safe among my men as I did.

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Sitting and watching as our Princess quickly stormed off towards the women's room instantly had a piece of me pleased that she did while another piece of me wished that I could have just shot Alex and been done with it. One less man to worry about even as I continue to watch from the sideline with my brother, Antonio along with Vincenzo and Lucia.

Alex having attempted to follow after our dear sweet princess only to be stopped by a now rather drunk Giuseppe. Neither caring nor concerned with seeing Isabella so sad over the whores who kept trying to get with Lucus and Grant or in their pants for that matter either.

A smirk slowly rising as Isabella failed to notice that Lucus and Grant had managed to shove them away all while conducting business as usual, unphased by the two women who thought dressing like whores would do them justice.

If only love wasn’t such a weak and feeble toy to make the heart grow fonder.

Scoffing at the notion, I move to look at where my brother Antonio was. Antonio currently off to the side of me with one of our many, many whores who thought sitting in his lap would get her special treatment as she moves to kiss his neck. Antonio sipping his drink as he lets her do her thing. Vincenzo and Lucia enjoying themselves as well. Both enjoying their scotch as women attempted to pleasure them while we on the other hand continued to conduct business.

My eyes slowly coming to land on Sophia’s father, Diego Piazza. The man clearly on a mission as he moves to saunter up to us, clearly having failed in whatever attempt he was trying to deal Lucus and Grant with earlier.

“Good Evening Sirs. I don’t think I’ve seen you four here before” replies Diego, attempting to shake our hands in greeting which we clearly ignore.

“Yes, Well, We aren’t much for going out into the public eye as you can clearly see” replies Antonio, clearly annoyed with Diego as well.

Taking another sip of my drink I continue to ignore him until he finally gets the hint that we want nothing to do with him and finally decides to leave. “Well, Uh.. Thank you for your contribution then, and I hope you four have a lovely evening then.”

Snorting my reply back, I move back to regain my focus. Lucus now looking a bit frantic as I did. My eyes now glancing at my fancy expensive watch as I suddenly realize why he looked so frantic. Isabella had been gone for more than 30 minutes which was enough to make anyone worry.

Glancing towards Antonio, I too see that he’s already calling one of our own men on the inside to see about getting eyes on Isabella only to freeze at what I saw now standing before me.

Isabella now currently in the arms of Alex as he and Tony now run from the room followed by some of their men. Isabella currently unconscious in the arms of the crazy assassin. Her hair and dress soaked from the top down by water and blood. Blood which also oozed from her forehead. Anger now rising deep within me at wanting to see her, to know if she was okay but knew that I couldn’t. Not without giving me, no us, away while in the process.

Lucus and Grant both bolting for the exit just as Tony and Alex both leave with an unconscious Isabella. Specks of blood now coating their jackets and instantly I knew. Blood had been shed tonight, the only question left standing was, who’s blood and what happened with the bodies.

“FUCK” I growl, my body now moving to stand, my drink now long forgotten as the four of us move to head for a side exit. Not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.

Antonio already making calls to find out what exactly happened as we leave. 

“I need answers brother and I want them NOW” I snap, the need to know rising. The need to know whose blood would be spilled later tonight for the damage done to our principessa (princess).

“On it brother” was all I heard as Antonio moves to do what he did best. Gather cold hard evidence.