No matter how ironic this all sounds, l still can't fathom the thought that the person l was sent to kill and his family, is the one l am relying on now. Because it feels like l am kind of stuck. and l don't know where to go after this, but on the other side if l don't do what they tell me to do, the worst will happen to me and him too.
But still deep-down l know that what they are doing isn't right and they should really take accountability for it. On the other side, l have been feeling really silly with Alexnder, whenever l see him, my body kind of starts to feel all bubbly, on default by the way. And it's really messing with my head. If only the roles were reversed and the world would give us diffident worlds than this, we live in now. Maybe l wouldn't have to do this to him.
Right at that moment, someone knocked on my door and entered in after l said that it was fine he could get in. And it turned out to be Charles with yvles the maid. They brought something with them and then first greeted me. i was still sitting on my bedside wondering deep down in my thoughts when they came in.
"Miss Evie here is a dress Sir Alexander told us to give you. When you get up." Charles said stepping up forward ad them laid the dress down on the bed.
"Oh really, what did he tell you the occasion was about?" i said trailing my hand down the dress cover. It was still warped in the cover, and it really looked very expensive and fancy. Which made me wonder what was this all about.
"No, he didn't say anything, he immediately left after handling us this dress. but he did also add again that he wasn't you to get ready because you will be leaving together at nine in the evening, and we will help you with all we have so you will be looking great tonight." Yvels the maid said with her head lowered down.
"I see, it seems to be something really grand." i softly added
"By the way, l wanted to ask you Charles, there is something that has been bothering me these past days. and l wanted to ask you about it."
"Of course, you can ask me anything l will help no problem."
"How long have you lived together with Alexander?"
"Oh, it's been long really. ever since he was a little kid, back when we lived at the main Quinn's estate. And when he got old enough we moved here together. " In his old chucky voice.
The Ezekiel estate had never looked more imposing—or more alive. Every window glowed with the soft, golden light of a hundred chandeliers, each crystal pendant refracting the warm brilliance into dazzling patterns that danced across the manicured lawns and winding marble halls. It was a night for spectacle, a night to remind everyone in the underworld exactly who held power. Tonight, the other great families of the city's mafia world would gather under one roof, and the Ezekiels would show them precisely how authority—and opulence—was wielded.
From the moment guests arrived, it was clear that no detail had been spared. The grand driveway, flanked by perfectly trimmed hedges and sculpted fountains, was lined with luxury cars whose polished hoods reflected the shimmering lights from the estate's towering facade. Valets in crisp black suits darted from vehicle to vehicle, opening doors with practiced efficiency while attendants in white gloves guided guests along the stone pathway leading to the enormous oak double doors at the mansion's entrance. The air smelled of expensive perfume and fresh flowers, carefully chosen to complement the rich scent of polished wood and marble throughout the estate.
Inside, the mansion was a hive of activity. Maids in immaculate uniforms glided silently through corridors, balancing trays of sparkling champagne and delicate hors d'oeuvres, while servants in tails scurried beneath towering candelabras, adjusting the fine silk tablecloths and ensuring every crystal glass caught the chandelier light just so. Every detail had been planned by Levi himself, from the angle of each chair to the precise distance between each plate. He moved like a conductor in an orchestra, a silent presence whose sharp eyes caught the smallest imperfection. A napkin slightly askew, a candlestick not perfectly aligned—he noticed, and the correction was instantaneous, smooth, and barely perceptible.
Levi had spent weeks preparing for this night. Not that he showed it. He appeared calm, almost disinterested as he made his rounds, nodding politely to guests and exchanging brief, measured greetings. But behind the composure, his mind was a constant whirl of calculations: where each family head should sit, how conversations would flow, who should be seated near whom for optimal leverage. Every smile, every gesture, every piece of silverware was part of a subtle game of dominance and perception.
By the main ballroom, the grand staircase wound its way upward, each step a polished expanse of dark mahogany. Crystal chandeliers hung from the soaring ceiling, their facets catching the candlelight and scattering it across the gleaming marble floor in golden sparks. The tables below were laid out in perfect symmetry, each adorned with ornate candelabras, intricate floral arrangements, and place settings that spoke of wealth the way a painter's brush spoke of mastery. Even the chairs, carved from deep cherry wood and upholstered in rich velvet, seemed designed to command respect.
Guests began to arrive in earnest, a parade of silk dresses, tailored suits, and guarded glances. These were not ordinary socialites; these were leaders of power, each carrying the weight of their respective empires. Eyes flicked discreetly from one figure to another, assessing, measuring, weighing. Alliances were acknowledged with subtle nods; rivalries masked behind polite smiles. Conversations hummed through the air like electricity, a low buzz of tension under the polite veneer.
The maids and servants moved like shadows among the guests, offering trays of delicate appetizers, glasses of champagne, and expertly crafted cocktails. Their steps were silent, but their presence was constant, a seamless choreography that ensured the banquet ran like a machine of elegance and precision. Every wine glass refilled before a sip was even finished, every plate cleared the moment it was empty, every need anticipated before it was voiced. Levi had insisted on nothing less than perfection, and perfection was what they delivered.
At the center of it all stood Levi. He was unassuming, yet every subtle movement drew attention. His dark suit was impeccable, the cut tailored to suggest strength without ostentation. His gaze swept across the room constantly, taking in every detail: the flicker of a candle, the laugh that was too loud, the hand that lingered too long on another's shoulder. His presence was authority incarnate, calm yet undeniable. When he spoke to staff or guests, his tone was soft but firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. A simple nod from him, and a servant knew exactly what needed to be done. A brief glance in another direction, and a guest realized—without fully understanding how—that they were under observation.
Dinner itself was a spectacle. Platters of rare delicacies were brought forth with precision, each dish a testament to wealth and taste: glistening cuts of meat, seafood so fresh it seemed to taste of the ocean, desserts that were more art than food. The guests ate with practiced manners, but every bite carried significance, every sip of wine a silent conversation in a language only the powerful understood. Levi walked the room, occasionally offering a word of polite interest to a family head or a comment on the quality of the wine. Each interaction was calculated, each smile deliberate.
Above the soft clinking of cutlery and gentle murmur of conversation, the chandeliers sparkled like constellations, their light catching in the eyes of those who dared to look. Servants buzzed up and down, unseen yet omnipresent, their movements so synchronized it was as if the mansion itself were alive, breathing and responding to Levi's will. The room was a dance of power and elegance, a silent assertion that in this world, appearance and control were inseparable.
Outside, the night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warm opulence inside. But even beyond the walls of the mansion, the presence of the Ezekiel estate was felt. Guards stationed at every gate, eyes sharp, weapons hidden but ready, ensured that no unwanted attention could breach the perimeter. Every detail had been anticipated, every potential risk accounted for. This was a fortress of wealth and power, and Levi was its unwavering master.