In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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The evening had been nothing short of magical. As I waltzed around the grand ballroom with D'Angelo, the world outside seemed to vanish. The music, the lights, the elegance of the surroundings—it all felt like a dream. When the dance ended, the room erupted in polite applause, and we made our way to the edges of the ballroom where the mingling resumed.
D'Angelo guided me through the crowd, introducing me to various mafia leaders from around the world. Each introduction was a blend of power and subtle scrutiny. These men and women were not just here to enjoy the festivities; they were here to build alliances and assess potential threats.
“D’Angelo, it’s been too long,” said a tall, imposing man with a thick Russian accent. He extended his hand, which D’Angelo shook firmly.
“Viktor, always a pleasure,” D’Angelo replied smoothly. “This is Kylie.”
Viktor turned his sharp gaze to me, his eyes studying me intently. “Ah, the famous Kylie. I’ve heard much about you.”
I smiled politely, feeling a bit like a specimen under a microscope. “All good things, I hope.”
“Of course,” Viktor replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
As the evening progressed, I found myself engaged in conversations with people from all corners of the world. It was fascinating, yet also overwhelming. After a particularly lengthy discussion with a pair of brothers from Spain, I felt the need for a break.
“D’Angelo,” I said softly, leaning into him. “I need to use the restroom.”
His brow furrowed slightly, a look of concern crossing his features. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go alone. There are a lot of dangerous people here, and you never know who might be lurking around.”
I placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, no one is allowed to bring weapons to the ball. I’ll be safe.”
He still looked hesitant. “I don’t like it, love. I’d feel better if you had someone with you.”
I squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. “I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Reluctantly, he nodded. “Alright. But be quick, and if you feel uncomfortable, come straight back.”
“I will,” I assured him, giving his hand one last squeeze before making my way towards the restrooms.
As I navigated through the crowd, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had managed to hold my own in conversations with some of the most powerful people in the world, and now I was taking a small step to assert my independence in this new, intimidating world.
The hallway to the restrooms was quieter, the noise from the ballroom fading to a low hum. I found the ladies’ room and stepped inside, taking a moment to gather myself. I glanced in the mirror, touching up my makeup and smoothing down my dress. The emerald-green gown still looked perfect, a testament to D’Angelo’s impeccable taste.
