Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35
I took his arm and we went inside. The ballroom was enormous, and it was packed with people wearing expensive jewelry and clothing. People were talking, but when they realized who Andrew was, the entire room fell silent.

I tightened my grip on his hand because my nerves were getting the better of me, but when Andrew's hand squeezed back, and I immediately let go of my tension because he was the only man in whom I had complete trust. Despite the fact that the feeling never left, I straightened my back and lifted my head to show everyone that I knew I was important, that I knew my worth, and that I wouldn't accept anything less.

Andrew simply nodded, and the rest of the room went on with their conversation. When I looked around the ballroom, I noticed that all the women my age were staring at Andrew and glaring at me.

I gripped him even tighter, letting everyone know that I was with him and that I will not be leaving anytime soon.

"I have some business to discuss; you can stay here or go to the bar." Andrew said as he looked down at me.

"I'll accompany you." I expressed my displeasure with the way some of the men were looking at me. Andrew must have noticed because he leaned in and whispered, "If any man other than me touches you, I will put a bullet between their eyes."

He drew me into his embrace by wrapping his hand around my waist. I smiled up at him, feeling secure in his grasp.

"How are you, Andrew?" A man said approaching us.

"Arthur," Andrew stated.

"And who exactly is this?" Looking at me, the man inquired.

"This is no one of your concern. Have you received my shipment?" Andrew inquired, his grip tightening around me.

"It will arrive tomorrow." said the man.

"Fine, you'll get paid when it arrives." You may leave now if there is nothing else to discuss." Andrew said, sounding completely bored.

After the man left, two more older men arrived and discussed "business" with him.

Andrew let go of me and faced me after one of the guys left. "Do you want to dance?" Andrew inquired.

"I have no idea how to dance." I confessed.

"And you couldn't let me know before we went to the ball?" Andrew inquired.

"It didn't seem pertinent." Shrugging my shoulders, I said.

"It's impossible for you." He said grinning and taking my hand in his.

He led me to the center of the dance floor, wrapped one hand around my waist, and held my hand with the other.

I began to dance by imitating his movements. I swayed to the music as he led me through the song.

When the song ended, he escorted me off the dance floor. "I believe I can dance very well." I said with a smile.

"Or you just have a fantastic teacher." He remarked sarcastically.

"You're right," I said, pecking his lips.

"Andrew." Behind me, a stern voice said.

Andrew wrapped his arm around my waist and swung me to his side, tightening his grip as the man approached.

The man was old enough to be my father, but he was still intimidating.

Andrew said coldly, "Uncle."

Uncle?

"I need to speak with you about business, so your little whore must depart." The gentleman hissed.

"She'll stay, and if you call her that again, I'll rip your head off your neck." Andrew snarled.

"It's fine, I just need some fresh air. I'll be outside." I informed Andrew. I didn't need Andrew to argue with his uncle about me.

I made my way through the ballroom until I came to the door.

I dashed outside and breathed in the fresh air.

My shoulders relaxed and my chest dropped. There was a certain beauty in being alone outside; you were free to do whatever you wanted without fear of being judged. There was nothing but you and the sky.

I looked up at the sky, admiring all the beautiful stars, each twinkling with their own beauty, only to be surrounded by darkness.

"Good day, pretty little thing." A man said in a sinister tone.

When I turned around, I saw a man evilly ginning in front of me.

Then it all went black.

I could hardly open my eyes because my head was pounding. I opened my eyes to adjust to the darkness after feeling a hard cold surface beneath me.

My last memory is going outside and seeing a man before everything went black. The person is Robert. My eyes widened as I realized Robert had kidnapped me. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

I was lying on the floor in a small room with no furniture and a metal door on the other side. The room was nearly identical to the one Sylvester had kept me in.

I pushed myself up and stood up, almost passing out from the throbbing pain in the back of my head.

I stumbled over to the door, tripping twice over my dress. When I realized the door was locked, I tried to open it but was unsuccessful.

"She's awake, boss."

Someone on the other side of the door said.

"Fuck."

I walked to the center of the room, knowing they wouldn't let me out without a fight. I decided to play the weak card, and when they got close enough, I would grab their gun and flee. That is, assuming they had any on them.

I heard footsteps approaching the door and keys jingling together. I watched as the door opened and three men entered the room.