Twisted Secrets

The ball is tailored to perfection, not leaving one detail to leave the human eye unsatisfied. Gold and black adorn the vast hall, leaving a  sense of darkness and elegance all at once. Two words to sum up Sofia Volkov and the mafia. Two things I was inside of.

"Welcome to the annual ball of the year!" Elijah Frances finishes his welcome speech, arms open as he takes in the ongoing claps. Most people here hate him, they have respect for him, but they hate him. Sofia claps, her arms still laced around mine. Among the many people that hate him, she'll always be one that has a soft spot for him. He treated her like an angel. And she treated him like a friend.

Frances steps down from the stage as the crowd spreads out. Jazz music starts playing, drinks start getting handed out, and the security is on alert.

To risking my life for Sofia Volkov.

"See not so bad." Sofia teases, passing me a glass of shampain. She brings the gold liquid to her red lips before taking an elegant sip. Elegant yet dangerous.

"I knew you had the possibility of being jealous, however never thought you as the claiming type." Blake jokes as he approaches us.

Sofia smiles softly. "Shhhh you're ruining my fun."

"He has no idea does he?" Blake questions, looking at me with amusement.

I, in fact, do not have an idea. "What are you both talking about?"

"Oh nothing, just how much I love you and care about you." Her smile devious.

"Don't worry mate, I'm certain the st- owww you could've just told me to shut up for fuck's sake." Blake grits out, rubbing his arm where Sofia hit him.

"I don't believe so, no." She shakes her head.

"Well in that case; you-have-a-red-lipstick-stain-on-your-neck." He relieves in one breath, his body tensing as he waits for the impact of Sofia's hit, his eyes clenched shut. Sofia just stares at him in disbelief, narrowing her eyes into her scaring glare. "Okay bye bye." He sprints away before Sofia can do anything, her eyes don't leave his figure as her face is set in a scowl.

"You put a mark on me, My Precious?" I tease, my arms wrapping around her waist.

Sofia sighs, turning around and laying her wrists around my neck. "What ever are you talking about?"

"The possible fact you can be a bit jealous. And apparently possessive."

She rises on her tippy toes, her lips leaning against my ear as she whispers; "And yet I'm not hearing any complaints. So start keeping those lips closed before I cover every inch of your body with more of those stains." She leans back, dusts my suit off and sways her lips to the direction of her friends.

"Who are you?" I hear a voice behind me ask, his tone apprehensive. Here goes some fucking bullshit.

I turn around with an award winning smile. "Lorenzo Alonso, my pleasure Mr...?"

"Mr. Smith. I haven't seen you around here a lot Kid." He says, looking me up and down with indifference. His gray hair is swept to the side as he reaches for a glass of champagne.

"I haven't ever attended the balls." I explain, turning slightly so I can keep my eye on Sofia.

"You love her don't you? Sofia Volkov?"

I watch him from the corner of my eye, not knowing whether to answer truthfully or lie through my teeth.

"Don't know her, never even heard of her."

"Now come on, everybody's heard of her." He laughs, motioning with two fingers for a young lady, barely 18 it seems like, to rest on his arm.

"What's that supposed to mean?"