I'd just finished my shift. I spent the rest of the day in the garden pulling out weeds and dead plants. It was rather therapeutic. I enjoyed the sun kissing my skin and the breeze brushing my hair away from my face.

Bianca made me promise I'd come straight to her room. The only thing is that I'm not allowed on the third floor unless it's been approved by Mr Romano and I really don't want to talk to him, this morning was more than enough.

"Hey honey, are you coming to the party?" Nonna pulled me into her side and kissed my head making me smile.

"Yeah, Bee told me to go straight to her room but I'm not allowed up on the third floor without Mr Romanos permission." She played with the ends on my hair as I sat on the kitchen bar stool.

"So go talk to him." I shake my head.

"No thanks. I think I'll just take my chances here." She chuckled at my clear discomfort towards her grandson.

"Come on, I'll take you up then. I don't need Bianca complaining for the rest of the night." She shuddered at the thought. Indeed Bianca can be a bit over the top and dramatic at times.

We managed to make our way up to Bianca's room without any fuss. Nonna left us to our own devices as she closed the door behind her. "You're late." Bianca glared at me.

"Just be happy I'm here." I flopped down on her bed desperately wanting to fall asleep under the comfy covers. She stood over me and whacked me with one of the million pillows she has.

I grunted but sat up. "Alright, what am I wearing?"

I knew she'd make me wear something slutty or fashion forward, it's who Bee is. I on the other hand would much rather purchase a chicken nugget costume from Target.

She pulled out a bunch of black looking items

But what really caught my eye were the shoes. They're pointy patent stilettos with a really high heel. Definitely gonna break both my ankles tonight.

"Alright come sit at my vanity so I can do your makeup." I moved from her bed to the chair facing a mirror. My ass hit the chair and immediately I was being poked and prodded by different makeup tools.

I ended up falling asleep. You can't blame me, I've been working my ass off all day, a quick nap shouldn't hurt anyone but I'm wrong as I'm slapped on the shoulder by my dear best friend. "Oi! Wake up and take a look at my handy work." I reluctantly opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror.

My skin looked like porcelain. My eyes were coated in a dark black liner wing with a micro wing connected. She'd added a pink lip to top it off, the pink didn't take away from the look like I'm assuming a bolder colour would. I feel powerful and ready to step on anyone who gets in my way.

Bianca handed me the outfit and I put it on. My costume consisted of a skin tight floor length black dress with a high slit that reached my upper thigh. I'm slightly nervous that if I make one wrong move I'll be showing off the goods. I put on the black patent high heels. "Who am I going as?" This outfit could be anyone.

"Hold on, I'm not finished." She reached into the bag that had previously held my outfit and fished out some sort of black band?

"This is a thigh holster." She handed it to me as I looked at it. Why do I need a thigh holster?

"Put it on." I sigh but do as I'm told. She makes sure it's on the thigh that's shown because of the slit in the dress.

Bianca went back to the bag and pulled out a gun? I really hope it's fake. She laughed "don't worry, there are no bullets, I removed them ." It's real?! Why am I surprised? We live in a house full of killers and I'm standing right next to one.

"I took it from the supply room. Now tuck this into the holster and BAM we got ourselves a mafia wife." A MAFIA WIFE?!?! Of fucking course. I'm going to show up at that party looking desperate. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her with my costume. It was inevitable that something like this would happen.

"Seriously! A mafia wife?! How much of a loser do you want me to be!?"

"It's fine, if anyone other than my brother asks? you're an assassin. Now let me get changed, we're already running late."

Once Bianca's changed I look over at her complete ensemble. She wore a blue beaded mini skirt with a matching cropped corset top and a blue headband, her hair spun up into a bun. Her makeup was light and innocent looking but her fit said otherwise.

"Hold on!" I hold up my hands to make myself appear more dramatic.

"You get to be Cinderella while I'm stuck as a mafia wife?!?" Steam should be coming out of my ears.

"You mean 'Dante's mafia wife' right?" I take off my shoe and throw at her, she's got quick reflexes and catches it.

"We're already late so let's go before you toss that gun at my head. I'm suddenly very grateful that I took those bullets out." Bianca wipes the imaginary sweat off of her forehead and hands me my shoe.

Ignoring her stupidity I follow her downstairs. There are people running all over the place which seem to be the hired help for the night. We continue down multiple hallways on the other side of the house which I've never been down.

The sound of music and laughter gets louder the further we walk. Eventually we're stood in front of two mahogany double doors. Bianca opens one and we both slip in the room.

The room itself is huge, definitely a ballroom. There's a bar and bartender serving drinks. Waiters are scattered all around the room offering fancy snacks and champagne. Everyone's laughing and looking at each other's costumes. It seems we don't only have the men and maids here. A few outsiders I've never met before are also present.

"Come on! Let's get a drink." Bianca grabs my arm and we weave through the crowds of people. It's funny that we can drink regularly without any ID, one point to the mafia.

She orders us each a gin martini. "To go with the whole look" she tells me handing over the chilled glass.

I take a sip "not bad."

"Babe, you're just rocking this look, I'd date you." I laugh and sip at my drink.

"Is it ok if I head to the bathroom? I just want to check my makeup."

"You just did it but alright." She smiles and walks off towards the bathroom. I watch her disappear into the crowd and I'm left to my own devices.

Once I'm on my second gin martini I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to see a man, a tall blonde man who's decently good looking stand before me.

He's wearing a black button up with a red vest over top and an open matching blazer with black pants and a pair of devil horns.

"Hey gorgeous, care for a dance?" I look around to see if Bianca is anywhere, I see her talking to some other guy, completely oblivious to my current situation.

I look back to the guy and smile throwing back the rest of my drink. I've never seen him around here before so I can only assume he's one of Mr Romano's mens friends. I place my now empty glass down on the bar. "O-Of course." I take his hand and we move to the dance floor.

Both of my hands move to his shoulders while his move to my lower back. I want to move his hands up a little since I feel slightly uncomfortable but I don't as I'm too nervous to say something. I'm still waiting for the alcohol to kick in.

We move around the dance floor talking and getting to know each other. So far I've learned that his name is Anton, he's known as 'The Devil' hence the costume and he is an only child. "You're accent, where's it from?" I ask just before he spins me and pulls me back into his chest. I'm grateful that the alcohols hit my system so I can speak easily.

His lip tilts to one side and he leans down to whisper into my ear "Russia. Do you like it?" My cheeks turn red as I'm immediately flustered.

"Maybe?" His grasp on me disappears. My eyes are met with fuming deep blue ones. The gaze stays on mine for a few seconds but they go back to Anton and the fire reignites.

I hate holidays, any kind and any form of celebrations. My sister and nonna love them which is the only reason I'm here tonight. Yes I'm two hours late and not wearing a costume but I showed up and that's good enough.

Immediately I see my sister at the bar but she doesn't look happy which isn't normal for Bianca, especially when there's a party involved. I walk over to her ignoring the lust filled stares from the women and go straight to the bar where my sister is sat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you loved these stupid parties." I sit beside her on the empty bar stool. She rolls her eyes at me and stirs her drink before replying.

"I do enjoy these party's Dickwad but it's a little hard to when the guy who still haunts my nightmares is over there dancing with my best friend who's completely clueless" I'm confused as she points across the room but when I realise who she's talking about the anger that courses through my veins is unstoppable.

"Don't do anything rash!" She calls as I stomp over to the man I hate the most on this earth...Anton.

The crowd of people part down the middle giving me a perfect line of sight of him and Scarlett. My speed picks up as I grab him back from her gripping his collar "what the fuck are you doing here!!!" I hiss.

He smiles like we're old pals which pisses me off even more. I take the gun out of my holster and shove it under his chin. There are audible gasps from those around the room. "Dante, I've missed you man. I was just dancing with this beauty over there." He points to Scarlett who's gone completely pale.

I tighten my grip on him "don't fucking look at her or I'll shoot your mother fucking brains out right here!" He clicks his tongue.

"Mmm, seems someone's got a little sweet spot for Scarlett over here." I clench my jaw, it's a habit when I'm teetering on the edge of murdering someone.

"I might just take her for myself, oh! And of course your dear sister." He throws me his sadistic smile. I'm about to pull the trigger when Xavier steps in, hitting his head with the butt of his gun.

"Get Leo to take him to the basement." He nods but doesn't walk away.

"Did you not hear me?" I'm starting to get impatient again.

"Of course boss, I'll go check and make sure Bianca's alright."

"I can do that Xavier." His face begins to go red.

"Um, I think Xavier should go check on Bee. She trusts him." I look down at Scarlett. Her wide and nervous eyes make me feel weird.

"Fine." Xavier immediately walks off and Scarlett nods her head in thanks.

"Why do you hate Anton so much?" I hate that she knows his name but I hate that she was laughing with him and had his hands on her even more.

"It's nothing you need to worry about." I grab her arm and drag her to my study wanting to get out of this crowded room.

I shut the door and walk into the middle of my office. My eyes rake over her costume. She has a long tight black dress covering her delectable body. I look at the thigh holster that carries a pistol. Making my way over I smirk and grab it. Her little gasp made me smile. I pulled the trigger knowing full well it's empty then toss it across the room.

"Stealing weapons from the storage room? Tsk tsk tsk."

Her body stiffens. "I'm s-sorry sir. Bianca h-had me wear it."

"You look beautiful." I blurt. Scarlett's cheeks tinge pink at my compliment.

"T-Thank you s-sir." Fucking hell this girl been on my mind for far too long.

I step back from her allowing Scarlett to calm her breathing. "Scarlett, I'm going to be frank." She nods her head for me to continue.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one that's felt the sexual tension between us?" Her eyes move to her shoes as if they're the most interesting shoes in the world. From the deep red coating her cheeks I'm going to say she agrees with me.

"I won't lie, you have been plaguing my thoughts for a while now and it's beginning to affect my work. I need you to understand that if you say no to what I'm about to offer you, your job will not be in jeopardy and you will not be treated any differently than before." Scarlett nods her head.

"Words principessa."

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Im offering one night. One night to fuck and get this out of our systems and then we can go back to employer and employee." Finally Scarlett's bright eyes meet mine.

"I- I would like that sir." I smile and offer my hand to her. She takes a few steps forward lacing her delicate hand within my own.

Cautiously I press her against my desk. I move my lips to her neck and inhale her sweet vanilla scent. And place light feathery kisses down her neck to just above her breastbone. She moans lightly which makes my pants get tighter.

I trail my fingers down the middle of her beautiful breasts, down her stomach and under her dress up her thigh just stopping below her heat. I can feel the warmth and wetness dripping down her thighs. "Fuck you make me so hard." I groan placing my head in between those breasts I want to bite so badly.

Her breathing is heavy but I suddenly feel her tense like she's has a realisation. I look up at Scarlett with a frown. She looks like she's fighting with herself internally "what's on your mind principessa?" I push back the hair that's in front of her face and move it behind her ear.

"U-Um, I'm a ah, v-virgin." She scrunches her nose which is fucking adorable.... She's a virgin. She's pure. Even if she weren't it wouldn't taint how beautiful she is.

"Do you want to do this? If your not ready that's okay." She gulps and nods her head.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes."