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40| ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

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Two weeks later...

FERRARI POV:

"How many Soldiers are gonna surround the gathering arena?", I queried Mark about the structure of the security system.

Today I need to attend the gathering with the Mafia members which will happen once a year to hold up the alliance of the Organization.

That is not a big deal as of now it's about My Flower. I have to take her along with me too and I need to introduce her to them as my woman, respecting the Omertá (Mafia code of Honor). On the other hand, I don't want to tow her to that filthy place.

But, what stunned me is, she did not have any issue, joining me with the gathering when I asked her, despite the fact knowing it was related to My illegal business.

She is being so good, anyone could discern clearly that I'm one hell of a worthless bastard for her.

"Totally 200 Soldiers, Sir. From the security guard to the bartender, everyone is our men.", he explained, which made me feel a little bit relieved but not completely. I hope no one pulls out a stupid act in the gathering.

I made my way back inside to the mansion and took the red suit jacket and wore it, which I placed on the couch earlier.

I knocked on our bedroom door, as she is getting ready. "Flower, ready to go." I waited for her response.

"I am. Come inside.", she responded, as I unlocked the door to be greeted with the sight of My Sparkling Flower.

I don't want to go to the party anymore...

She is wearing a long lustrous gown, ending with a floral furrow. The attire draped around her body like her second skin, flawlessly.