As Dro and I danced to a slow song, he spoke to me. He wants me to talk to the drunk man with the bad hair about some code word Gia. He wants me to study how he answers me about the code word. I have a feeling that the man is going to die tonight.

"Here's your chance," Dro whispered in my ear that rested on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, can I steal her?" Another damn accent. I'm starting to think that I'm in one of those sexy James Bond movies. His accent sounded didn't sound completely European though.

"Sure," Dro faked a smile and the whisky reeled off of the man who took my hands.

"What's your name beautiful?" The whiskey man asked.

"Grace," I smiled at him. This is the role I gave to play, a flirt.

"Well I guess it's amazing Grace that I met you," I cringed at his cheesy pun but I giggled to conceal my disgust.

"What's your name?" I asked as we swayed around. He pulled me closer into him and I quickly looked for my fiancé. Only to see him watching me like a hawk. Good.

"Ryan. And if you are going to ask about my accent," His words slurred. "I'm from South Africa," he smirked. His hot breath made me want to throw up.

"Wow! I bet it's beautiful there," I faked my excitement. His smile grew as we spoke about his country.

"Did you have a girlfriend over there?" I asked and he nodded. "I bet she was beautiful,"

"Not as beautiful as you," His thumb ran across my arm and I shuddered in disgust.

"Thank you RyRy," I smiled. Where the hell am I getting this confidence from? Dro still watched us dance and him watching is feeding my confidence.

"Mmm," He smiled. A faster song came on with a Latin beat blaring through the speakers. "Can you salsa?" He asked and I nodded. Andre has taught me about every single Latin dance there is and whenever his family has parties, we'd be in the center of the dance floor.

"Yes I can," I gently brought myself closer to him. My hips swayed with the instruments as we danced. "Tell me about yourself baby," I cringed at calling him that.

He touched my ring. "Aren't you married to some wanna be rich guy, the blonde Irish?" His head jerked to where a guy who isn't Dro stood.

"But you're who I want," I smiled as he dipped me and my breasts gleamed under the light, thank you coconut oil.

"Well I'm a 27 year old Millionaire," He smirked. So is my fiancé. "I'm single and you're who I like to mingle with,"

I need to speed this up. Being with this creepy, drunk man is not something I want to spend all night doing. So if I'm going to get this information from him then I need him drinker and quick. As soon as I conjured up that thought, a waiter brought what smells like a whiskey to him and he downed it with one gulp.

"That sounds nice," I smiled at him and his eyes drooped even more. "What'd you think my name was when you first saw me?"

"I don't know," his words slurred even more. "I knew it was something angelic," His feet started getting sloppy but he insisted we finished dancing.

"One time, this man thought my name was Gia," I faked a laugh and Ryan's eyes grew big. "Do I look like a Gia?" I asked and he remained quiet.

"Uh," He stuttered. "Who sent you?" He slurred and I made a face.

"No one sent me," I innocently said. "What? Do you know a Gia?"

"It's a code word," The words began pouring out of his mouth. "For when someone in my family kills an important person in a rival family,"

I faked a gasp. "Who'd you kill?"

"Deena Ruiz," He sighed which made his breath spray my face. I concealed the face I wanted to make and held his cheek. "She was the fiancé of Alessandro Columbo, and I enjoyed killing her. I enjoyed taking away his one, true happiness. I'd do it again and again and again to anyone with him," What? Dro was engaged?! This man killed his fiancé? My heart dropped into my stomach and my hands began to shake. Is this the bad side of being fake engaged to Dro that he was talking about? His last fiancé is dead!

"From the famous mafia?" I faked and he nodded. "Are you okay?" He began to collapse on me and next thing you know men in black suits helped him up.

"We got it from here," The mean looking man from earlier said to me. He was the man who was staring at me when we first got here.

"Okay," I nodded then looked around the room to see everyone minding their own business. I went back to the bathroom area and Dro soon approached me.

I couldn't control my shaking as he stood in front of me. "Are you okay?" His face looked genuine as he held my shoulders. I don't know why my body is shaking right now, but I also just learned of the fate that I might share along with Deena.

"H-h-he t-" I stuttered before Dro stopped me.

"He touched you?" His voice didn't elevate but you could hear the anger.

I shook my head. "I know what Gia means now," I blurted out and Dro didn't do or say anything. I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"I don't need your pity," He harshly said. "Lets go, I got what I came here for," He didn't even bother linking arms with me or guiding me out of the building. I'm not sure if I pissed him off or if was this one of his bipolar episodes.

I kept up with him in these heels as best as I could. We got to the luxury car and he allowed me to go in first. Once the driver left the area I turned to him.

"You're right. I was going to apologize and whatnot but you're right. I don't need anyone's pity and neither do you," I said to him and his response is what I already knew was going to happen. Silence.

"Dro please talk to me," I begged. Begging someone to talk to me isn't a normal thing I do but I just learned that people can kill me as easily as they drink their liquor. That was an everyday fact living with Andre but these are mafia men. They bring a different type of fear in me. "I'm scared," my voice cracked and he looked at me.

"Bella, you know crying women are a weakness for me," He sighed and pulled me into his. My head laid on his tough chest and tears flowed down my eyes. Not for me but for him. I imagine that this is a time period where Dro was smiling and happy, never tense and unapproachable. That man, Ryan, stole that from him. Who knows if Dro will ever fall in love again? I really hope he finds happiness again because he deserves it.

"I'm sad for you. I don't know what I'd do if someone took Rico from me," Rico is the only one I love. Four or five years ago I would've told you that Andre is the only man I love but once my son was born and Andre went to jail, it's only been Rico.

"What'd he say to you?" Dro finally spoke.

I enjoyed killing her. "That he killed Deena Ruiz, fiancé of Alessandro Columbo," Dro's arms tightened around me. "He also basically said that he'd do it again, and again and again to anyone with him," I shuddered at that and stared at the ring on my finger.

"On my life, I will protect you," Dro whispered to me and that's when I started crying. I'm sure he promised that to Deena but look where she's at!

"What if they learn about my kid? My family?" I cried and he sighed.

"They won't, trust me," He seemed confident about what he's saying and it almost made me trust it. Almost.

"How are you so sure?" I challenged him and he sighed but didn't say anything else. We both stayed silent for the ride to his house.

He spoke to the man in Italian as he pulled into the driveway. We got out of the expensive car and the man left instantly. The front door unlocked without Dro even touching it.

"How does it do that?" I asked him but he stayed silent.

"Follow me," He quietly said and guided me up the stairs. Right now, in these beautiful heels, I wish we had taken the elevator. Each step I silently grunted as the shoes made my feet pulse. The plan was to snatch them off as soon as we reached inside but Alessandro has different plans.

"Are you okay?" He asked as we reached up the stairs. I shook my head and hit my lip.

"My feet are killing me," I said and let out a dry laugh.

He smirked. "I'm sorry," In a swift movement he lifted me up in a bridal style and continued walking with me. Bipolar much? He used a code to open his room door and then he sat me on a couch. My eyes grew wide as I scanned his room. His room is probably the size of my entire apartment minus his closet and bathroom, both of which I have yet to see.

"Your room is-" I started saying but then I sighed in relief as he took off my shoes. "Thank you,"

He paced for a while then sat next to me. "Grace, I need to know something,"

"Hmm?" I was too caught up in his beautiful room to care about what he's going to ask.

"How far would you go to protect me?" The question rang in my head. "We're not together but you're wearing a ring I gave you for your safety. Meaning that I'd go to extreme measures to keep you safe,"

"Didn't I just get dry humped by a drunk man who murdered your fiancé? To get information? I'm not looking for an exchange of protection but you did help me eliminate the worst thing in my life and I owe you. So if cops ask, I won't tell. If a 'rival' needs info, I won't tell. Anything I hear or see around you will be locked away and I promise you that," Everything that I said was true. He made my killing look like a suicide and I haven't been questioned for anything at all. I owe him a big one and if keeping my mouth shut is the debt, I do that anyways.

"Good to know," He smirked. "I don't even do this with my own men," Do what? I know the men around him are as loyal as they come.

"Do what?" I asked him and he smiled. The smile was one that I'd seen very few times.

"Trust you," He said.