In Holy Mafiamony

Chapter Eleven

Lincoln:

The doors to the party room swing open and the DJ announces Alaiyah's arrival. It's time for me to switch to autopilot. My only mission is now to protect a spoiled, bitchy mafia princess whose virginity is technically up for grabs. In this mafia world, when a princess turns eighteen, all walks of life come together. I'm talking mafia Dons, cartels, weapon dealers, traffickers, even smaller gangs come together for one night, under a peace treaty to view the new goods. Typically, the goal for this party is to announce a woman's coming of age, and a marriage contract would be given to the highest bidder. Tonight, it's going to be different, though, and there is no doubt in my mind that someone will try to take her once they find out she's already been promised away. With our families merging, we will become the biggest powerhouse in the game, a lethal contract that rivals will try to block.

As we step the edge of the long stairway, a spotlight beams down on the woman of the hour, showcasing her beauty and the sparkle of her dress to all below, while simultaneously blinding us. I look over to Alaiyah and giving her a small smile. I can see she is nervous about having all eyes on her. I take her hand in mine once again, giving it a light squeeze to let her know it's okay. She gives me a quick smile back and then links her arm in mine, signaling me to start ushering her down the steps. Taking it slow, we walk down three flights worth of stairs lined with white carpet. As we reach the bottom, we stop and pose for a couple of pictures before I unlink my arm and move it to the small of her back, pulling her closer to me. In return, she turned her body towards me and placed both her hands on the side of my chest. We took some more pictures smiling, and then some looking at each other before being joined by her family.

After about ten minutes of photos, it was time to walk her to the head table. Once again, pulling her close to me, we followed the white carpet down the center of the room. As my eyes scanned for threats, I couldn't help but get annoyed with the number of men checking her out. I understand that we got off on the wrong foot, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't slice a fucker's throat to protect what is mine. Whether we like this shit or not, she. is. mine.

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Alaiyah:

It was time. Double doors swing open, and now I know I can never turn back. Lincoln walks me to the edge of the steps, and I pause for a moment. Down below, over three hundred bodies are looking up at me, although I can't see them because of the glare from the spotlight. My heart starts to pound out of my chest, and I feel a knot in my throat, I can't breathe. Out of nowhere, I feel a light squeeze on my hand that lets me know I am not alone, instantly calming me down. I look to my right to see Lincoln, and for a split second, our eyes meet as I offer him a small smile.

Linking my arm in his, he starts leading me down the long staircase to the waiting photographer. After a couple of photos, he pulls me closer to him, and I couldn't help but feel safer. Ironic, right? Here stood a man who killed people in ways no human should ever think of, a man who was fighting me for a gun, less than two hours ago, and I feel safe.

"I'm losing my fucking mind." I thought, fake smiling for the first of many photos that will be taken tonight.

The camera flashes seem to be endless, and my cheeks are starting to hurt. I think Lincoln was starting to feel annoyance too as he began to usher me down the carpet again, allowing my family to back off. It was then that I was able to take in the beauty of the night. The spotlight dimed to a light glow, and I was finally able to see the room. White silk was hung from the ceiling, giving the room a tent-like feel. The room itself with lite in different tones of blues and whites, making the white silk transform into an Ice-like illusion. The tables were dressing in white and silver linens, accented with midnight blue tones. Little tealight candles were lite all-around In the middle of each table sat a small fern tree, covered in fake snow, glitter, and icicle shaped crystals. Looking towards the dance floor, I saw hundreds of little white snowflake lights strung from above, sparkling as the dangled. Fake snow was also spread everywhere, also sparking as different lights hit it.

The head table was even more breathtaking. It sat in front of a silver backdrop that had my name in white cursive wood. Above it was a balloon garland with different sized balloons in white, clear, midnight, and silver. Like the other tables, white and silver covered the tables, and soft tealight candles danced to the flicker of their flame. I was so in awe with the look that I didn't realize Lincoln was pulling my chair out for me to sit. Taking a seat, I finally looked out at the crowd, and then I looked over to Lincoln. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were white.

"Are you okay?" I whispered to him.

"I'm fine," he quickly dismissed.

Just them, a man who looked to be about thirty, walked up to the table.

"Querida, tu belleza hace que la habitación brille como si estuvieras proporcionando su luz." He spoke, taking my hand in his, just to bring it to him lips to kiss.

I instinctively pulled my hand away as I had no clue who he was or what he said.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you just said." I softly spoke while holding my hands close to my chest.

"Forgive me, my love, I said,' Darling, your beauty makes the room sparkle like you are providing its light." he reiterated in a thick Spanish accent, giving me a creepy smile along with creepy vibes.

"Would you care to dance?" He asked, holding his hand out for me to take.

I quickly looked over to a pissed off Lincoln. His smile looked inviting, but his eyes showed nothing but ice. His jaw was clenched so tight that I'm sure he would break it if he clenched any harder. Looking back at the creep, I placed my left hand on Lincoln's lap, "I'm sorry, but the first dance of the night will be with my date." I spoke while squeezing Lincoln's thigh.

Lincoln then looked over at the creep and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his tensed body.

"Ah, well, I see. Save me a dance for later." He said as he eyed me up and down.

"Fucking pig!" I screamed in my head.

"Alaiyah, would you care for this dance?" Lincoln asked as he stood up, holding his hand out to me.

"I would love too!" I said through a shy smile, shocked at his offer.

I got up, and as we walked over to the dance floor, Lincoln's arm moved around to my lower back, He gripped my waist tight enough to let me know he was unhappy but not tight enough to hurt me.

"Can you even dance?" I whispered to him.

"The question is Bellissima, 'can you keep up?" He smirked, giving me a smoldering half-smile.

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