Athena Colt, a self made millionaire businesswomen with a dark past finds herself at an annual masquerade ball to honor the rich and successful.
Athenas dark and mysterious persona intrigues no other than Griffin Romano, a dangerous mafia leader.
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grabbed my hand, pushed me down took the words right out my mouth tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
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I stare aimlessly at myself in the mirror. My earthy eyes gone for brown ones, short blonde hair sat on top of my head instead of my usual brown. New lips, cheek bones, and nose all decorate my face.
The prosthetics on my face make me feel less than human. The pounds of heavy makeup I had on didn't make it any better.
Sighing I push myself up from the vanity and strap on a pair of red leather stilettos, fitting perfectly with my red lipstick, and black latex dress.
My heels echo against the mansion walls as I make my way to the basement. Before I open the door, I check my posture and stand up tall.
"Own this." I mumble to myself as my hand pushes the door.
The noise from my shoes signals my presence, all eyes glue onto me. "Holy shit, is that really you?" Damon sends a twisted glare my way. "Your face is completely different." Vinnie adds. "That's kind of the whole point." I say in a bland tone.
After a couple more seconds of gauking, Vinnie hooks me up with a small microphone and head piece. As Vinnies hands innocently roam around my body trying to seamlessly place the wires, I feel the burning stare of Griffin from behind me. When I turn around, his eyes meet mine like magnets.
"Ready?" I ask, smoothing down my dress. "Um" Vinnie looks at his watch, "we still have 32 minutes until we need to go."
"Come sit" Damon ushers from across the room, "have a drink." I watch while he pours whiskey into a crystal cup. The noise of the ice crackling against the cold liquid sends a shiver down my spine. "I don't drink." I decline.
Yet again, everyone's eyes are on me. "Oh of course you don't princess" Sam presses. "Sam." Griffin warns, sending a look his way. "It's best you don't drink anyway" Griffin says while sipping on his glass, "you need a clear head."
I bite my tongue at his contradicting words. "I'd like to know more about tonight's target. It'll help things go a lot quicker." I sit on one of the barstools and wait for an answer. "Wesley is more on the mousey side. He tries his hardest to put on a front but anyone with a brain can see through it." I listen as Damon speaks.
"Okay, I can work with that. Anything else I should know?" They all exchange looks, silently communicating. "No." Griffin says.
"This actually has nothing to do with tonight, but what happened to your brother, Griffin?" I question. "College" he answers back simply.
