As the party got underway, Elena paid close attention to the members of the Abano family. While the Abano estate wasn’t anywhere near as grand as the Ferraro estate, they did have a beautiful ballroom. There was even a second floor that had a cut away in the center of its floor–making it great for spying on others.
Unfortunately, it would be a little too suspicious for the Mafia Queen to just stay up there and not talk to anyone, so Elena instead mingled as she kept an eye on all potential suspects. Someone here had helped Tyler and his allies burn one of the Ferraro’s properties, injuring several of Massimo’s subordinates. Even if their support of Tyler was just financial, they had to have known what disaster could occur–which made them guilty of undermining the Mafia King himself.
Elena was startled from her musings by none other than the host of the party, Lucilla Abano. “There you are,‘ she greeted. “You’ve been talking to more of my extended relatives today than I have.”
Elena smiled, hoping it came off casual. “This seemed like a great time to meet more people,” she said simply.
Lucilla snorted. “Trust me, half of the bitches here aren’t worth knowing,” she said. “I just had to invite them so they wouldn’t throw a damn fit and get their daddies involved.”
Elena held back a laugh. She’d gotten to know Lucilla a bit better from Jill Grasso’s tea parties. And while Lucilla held very different values, Elena had grown to appreciate Lucilla’s candor and no–nonsense attitude.
Honestly, Lucilla reminded Elena a little of her friend Aria–Lucilla was just a little harder around the edges, as well as a bit more vulgar.
“You don’t have a drink,” Lucilla said with a frown. She snapped her fingers, trying to get the attention of one of the many servers.
Weirdly, a man carrying a drink tray walked straight past them. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “One of the cooks needs some bandages–won’t take a minute, Miss.”
Thankfully, before Lucilla could say a word, a different server rushed over with two champagne flutes.
“At least someone here can do their job,” Lucilla remarked. She handed Elena a glass and clinked their glasses together.
“There, now maybe the conversations won’t seem so dull,” Lucilla said simply. “Enjoy yourself, Miss Mafia Queen.”
Elena did continue looking around at the guests, but no one stood out. None of the women were staying on the outskirts of conversations or checking their phones or doing anything odd.
Elena sighed. She needed to take a break. She recalled how one of the Abano servants had left in a hurry.
If a cook needed bandages so badly, Elena figured she might as well check and make sure the injury wasn’t anything serious. So Elena finished her champagne and went in the direction that male server had run off to.
To her surprise, the server was just hanging out in an empty hallway, checking his phone.
“Hi,” Elena said. “I heard about-”
But she didn’t get any farther than that. The servant had startled at her approach and dropped his phone. Elena
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smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry,” she said. “Here let me-”
“No, it’s fine-”
Elena picked up the phone. She had intended to give it right back, but then she saw what was on the screen–a very familiar group chat.
Elena paused. She thought she should probably pretend she didn’t know the importance of what she saw.
Unfortunately, the male servant had already seen a flicker of understanding and concern on her face.
Before Elena could say another word, the man was attacking her.
Elena wasn’t a fighter. She knew immediately that she was in grave danger, so she needed to act quickly.
The man tackled her to the ground. Elena squirmed but couldn’t break free from his hold–so she scratched at his face.
The man recoiled. Elena didn’t hesitate–she ran back to the party.
Something hit her in the leg hard. She fell again with a loud yell. She looked up to see the man with a serving cart filled with small cakes–they were probably supposed to get served to guest soon.
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